”“Mister, you’re in the wrong here, we’re not trespassin’ on your lands. We’re just headed home to Fort Smith,” Joe tried to reason with...the young man.A young soldier circled the two riders on his horse and saw both of them with their Colts pulled. He jerked his weapon up and backed the hammer, pointing the gun right at Sissy’s head, he was grinning when Joe looked at him.Joe shot the boy right in his face, then he and Sissy turned their pistols on the corporal in charge.“You’re going to the. Nelie watched with uncertainty, not sure weather she should join me or keep her wet clothes on.I was in my bra in panties when I noticed the shy look on her face. She was peeking at my C cup Tits and my pink thong.‘Aren’t you going to change Nelie?’ She looked at me shyly and shook her head.‘C’mon I know your not self conscious. I’m sure you have a very sexy body. You want me to help?’I reached down and pulled up her shirt which clung to her small tits and nipples which had grown hard in the. "Mister, I can't take them hosses. I'd be dead within 24 hours ifen Mr. Jessup found out that I'd bought hosses from a yahoo what had shot four of his riders. Fer ya own good, ya better git out of town as fast as ya kin move. I'll wait 'til tomorrow afore I tell him about ya, but that's the best I kin do fer ya."Shit! It looked like we had been caught up in a range war purely by accident. None of us wanted anything to do with that sort of thing, so I took the four horses and led them back to. He would stare out at the street, slowly shake his head, turn and walk inside. Anyone could tell he was steeling himself to face his home and family.At 10:30 A.M., Mrs. Malloy would leave for work in a long coat covering up her Shooters waitress uniform. Shooters, a local watering hole and restaurant, was themed sort of along the line of a national chain with a similar name. The biggest difference was the waitresses at Shooters were all considerably older than those found at the famous national.