A Dirty, Quick and Deadly Vengeance
An expansion of "A Dirty/Deadly and Quick Vengeance?"
By jaxjack1980
Disclaimer: The following story is entirely the creative intellectual property of the author alone. No reproductions or repostings allowed without permission. Any similarities to actual people, places, events, etc. (past or present) are entirely confidential (Aside from some light creative license usage.). All depictions of sexual activities involve people 18 years of age/older. Mature adult themes explored (see tags).
Narrative note: The following story is related to another one of my stories "A Dirty/Deadly and Quick Vengeance?" and can either be read before, after, or can be completely ignored from this entry depending on personal preference. If interested in hearing more from the author, please see the author's notes at the end of this story,
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Approaching Midnight
The Oriental Hotel
Tombstone, Arizlona
Friday the 13th, April 1883
"I know you're lying."
The jovial atmosphere in the salon instantly ceased after the declaration was made in a deadly serious tone that was heard by all.
Cowboy boots and chairs scraped the wooden floor of the Oriental as the surrounding occupants at the table scrambled to distance themselves from the two main combatants who were staring each other down; neither one blinking or showing signs of backing down.
Orthello "Theo" James did appear too disturbed by the sudden change in mood around him. He had already been looking eagle-eyed at his opponent long before the incendiary words were shot in his general direction. A few tense moments passed as he calmly took a sip of his whiskey; his dark, handsome face breaking into a late smile as he finally addressed his accuser.
"I believe the correct term you're looking for my dear Sheriff is bluffing, not lying. For you see, my good man, by choosing to use such an inflammatory term as lying implies that you are calling into question the very nature of my personal character."
"I'd hate to think that is the case as I had thought we all had been having a good time together; becoming fast friends in that time honored tradition when money and drink are passed around freely without any such troubling thoughts."
"But, if I have indeed been mistaken, that would now make me all sorts of disappointed as I believe men who resort to petty name calling without cause are those of low moral character and intelligence. Surely you are too much of an educated gentleman, Sheriff Holiday, to resort to such base, ugly practices," Theo finished as he leaned back while placing his free hand slowly, but deliberately, on the butt of his trusty revolver while the other held onto the two playing cards close to his vest.
A number of eyes shifted back from Theo toward the sheriff of Tombstone with their collective breaths held to see what type of response would result from Theo's words and more importantly, the unspoken challenge he had presented.
The stone cold, stoic Holiday did not seem to so much as flinch as he casually took a drink from his own glass. Setting it back down, he replied "Forgive my inadvertent slip of the tongue, Orthello, as I never meant to cause you any undue distress. I simply was trying to make an honest observation, that's all."
Edward Holiday returned Theo's smile with one of his own while keeping both of his pale white hands in plain sight as he placed his cards face-down on the worn, frazzled felt table.
"Let me go ahead and make my intentions clear here as I'll go ahead and fold. The price I'd have to pay to call you out would be too high and too unreasonable at this time," Holiday continued as he pushed his cards toward the center of the table without any further protest.
Theo's smile broadened noticeably as his opponent surrendered his claim to the pot without a fuss; he dropped his own cards facedown in order to sweep up his winnings.
A visible sense of relief washed over the numerous onlookers as it appeared that the rising palpable tension generated by the two adversaries had been dealt with properly without the need for any blood being shed.
"In fact, as an attempt to make proper amends, allow me to take care of the next round by having George break out a couple glasses of his special thirty-three year old single malt scotch straight from the Highlands," Edward offered as he motioned toward the old barkeep standing by.
"Well, that's right generous of you sheriff. It truly is a pleasure to see that manners and reason can still carry the day even in a place with such a violent history as Tombstone; no offense intended as its ill-gotten reputation precedes your time here," Theo remarked as he gladly accepted the offer. "What then shall we drink to?"
"How's about towards a renewed peace and understanding between a pair of friendly old acquaintances in newly improved circumstances? You, the blessed reformed businessman who has finally found true love; me, the recently appointed lawman of the notoriously troubled Tombstone who is just too foolish or stubborn to know any better! Cheers to our continued good fortune," Sheriff Holiday finished as he raised a glass to his drinking companion as he took a sip.
"Cheers as I'll gladly drink to that good Sheriff but pray tell, there must be some other fortuitous circumstances you are celebrating as that excellent scotch was a bit of an overkill for such a small, unintended slight," Theo questioned after he had followed suit.
"Keen observation as always, Orthello as nothing gets by you! You are correct as I do have a bit of a hidden reason for celebration but as it relates to my capacity as a legal enforcement authority, I cannot reveal much. Let's just say that my prospects are looking up in that regard," Edward offered as he took another sip.
"But, if you're feeling like you need to repay my generosity, how about you show me what your cards were on that last hand you won? C'mon, that's more than a reasonable ask between fast friends, don't you think," as Holiday smoothly framed his request in friendly terms.
"A wise man once told me you never reveal more than you have to," Theo waxed philosophically in response to Holiday's demand.
"But, in the nature of maintaining friendly relations with the law, I'll grant you a peak at one of them," he relented as he flipped over a card: the Ace of Spades.
"Appreciate the gesture Theo but I long suspected that was one of your hole cards; I was half-hoping that you would reveal whether or not you had the Queen of Spades as well, but respect your modesty in not flaunting your possession of her."
"Like I said Sheriff, you should never reveal more than you have to, Theo started his reply.
"Or you're likely to regret it later down the line."
"But, let me ask you if you're willing to disclose if your festive mood is in any relation to making a breakthrough in the most recent stagecoach robbery? Those ex-slave owners sure did lose a pretty penny and seem itchin' to find those responsible."
"I think I'll take you up on your wise counsel, my good man and simply say that I am enjoying a recent change in luck, despite my shortcomings at the table tonight," the sly words came Holiday's lips as he quickly finished his drink.
"Now if you gentlemen will excuse me, I have to see a man about a horse and then will look elsewhere to hopefully find a better ending to my night. Good day all."
With that Holiday rose, tipped his hat to Theo and fellow onlookers as he took his leave.
"What do you make of him Theo," asked his good friend John Little Foot as he sidled up close to Theo after Holiday had exited the premise.
"The man is an enigma that's for sure, my friend. A potentially dangerous enigma that we'll have to keep our eyes on in the future," Theo said cautiously as he took another drink from his scotch.
"But that is not the immediate concern right now as I am on a tremendous winning streak and need to take the utmost advantage of it while it lasts! Who's up for another hand?"
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Shortly thereafter in the upstairs bedroom of
the nearby Continental Hotel...
The door slowly swung open with a small, but audible creak revealing the single female occupant who lay in the modest sized bed with her shapely pale back to it, her silky blonde hair the only thing covering her pale exposed flesh.
The
intruder
made their way smoothly into the dimly lit room as if they had navigated the journey countless times before, knowing exactly where certain objects and obstacles lay in their well travelled path toward their intended destination and target; quickly discarding their own clothing in the process.
Still not turning to the silent, but known approaching presence, the young comely female only shivered slightly in anticipation. She knew her role in their little game and planned to play it properly. Keeping her green eyes closed and breathing at a slow rate, she kept up her pretense of sleep though peaceful slumber was the last thing on her mind at the moment.
She felt the familiar smell and weight of his body as it fell into bed with her along with the welcome feeling of his well calloused hands as they slipped around her body in practiced ease to take hold of her pert, nicely proportioned breasts; an encouraging smile formed on her lips as they started to grope and knead them, providing a pleasant, gentle friction that caused her pale pink nipples to stiffen in response.
"I thought you would be busy all night playing cards," Mona said in a teasing voice as she finally broke the pregnant silence.
"Let's just say that I rapidly grew bored of both the game and the company it provided," the still unseen stranger replied. "And sought more pleasing, attractive distractions elsewhere."
"Oh, so I'm nothing more than 'a distraction' am I," Mona said in mock anger as she felt a series of kisses being placed on the side of her neck and shoulder. "A 'married plaything' whose whole existence is to solely provide you amusement?"
"You know you're more to me than that," came the reassuring answer as skilled lips made their way up to her ear, kissing her delicate earlobe before gently beginning to gnaw on it. "Turn over and let me properly show you how much you mean to me," came the low growl near her ear.
Finally turning to face her suitor at his prompting, Mona returned his affections with a rising passion and in easy fashion found herself atop his willing form as they pressed lips and bodies hungrily together.
"We must be quick. My
