Meanwhile, the swamper dragged the unconscious cowboy out to the street to sleep it off. From the looks of things, it was a typical night in a western...saloon.Since they were there, and the bartender was available, they asked if he knew of any business they might be interested in. Other than some sort of dust up in Comanche earlier in the day, the bartender didn't have any news to comment on. Hank and Rafe finished their beers and moved on to the next saloon.They were finishing up their second. Her breasts bounced just a little which I appreciated as I glanced at her from over my book. I knew she was pretty and, with what little she was wearing, her figure could really be seen and was very good. I could see a little of her tummy that looked taut. I thought that Doris might have a point. This was someone to keep close.I was thinking those thoughts as she crawled into bed. She said, "Did you get a good enough look? Do I pass?"I jerked guiltily and said, "I saw enough to know that you. While my besties were settling down with their forever beaus and sparking discussions of tying the knot, I had no time to even consider men.But so what? This was my dream. I’m tripling down and betting all on black, or red, or whatever is the trendiest color in fashion this month. So what if I can’t catch the latest blockbuster movie or find a week out of the year to travel? I could see the world when I’m retired, and when that time comes, I don’t want to be the old fart telling herself what. Enraged, Trevor stood over me. I held my cheek, fighting back thetears from the stinging pain. He seethed, "We had one rule..."Shaking I said, "I know." That you would never fuck my sister..." I know." And the first thing you do..." I know..." Is fuck her?!"Tears streamed down my face. "It wasn't my fault! The spell! It mademe-"Trevor's face reddened with anger. "The spell made you into a slut?!Within 24 hours?! You have fucked every single person in this damnapartment!" He sat down on the.