I think yer man meant somebody what looked good dressed in a business suit. We got a passel of them types. We even got a new dentist what looks like a...real dandy. But I don't know anythin' bad 'bout him. I'm afraid that ya're gonna need a lot better description than the one ya got to find who ya're lookin' fer." Yeah, it shore looks that way. I'll be more careful the next time I question somebody. Well, I'm much obliged fer yer time, Ed. Is there a good place ta eat afore I go home?" Ya're. These spats became the norm after that and on one or two occasions, I even had to make use of earplugs. My relationship, however, remained cordial with them and we always indulged in the odd friendly chat.Two months after I moved in, I stopped seeing Debbie and simply presumed that she was away on a holiday of sorts. A week later on Saturday, I struck up a conversation with Tristan as we both tended our gardens. Presumptuously, I asked when Debbie would be back from holiday. I was then told. I would put a leash on her, and lead her, make her crawl on all fours, like a bitch in heat that she is. I would force her to kneel and worship my feet as I put my foot on her head, to make sure she knows her place. I would let her rub her insatiable cunt against my leg, and watch her as she squirms and begs for more, begs for the real thing as I hold her by her hair, forcing her to rub faster and harder. I know she would enjoy every slap, every drop of spit I would land on her pretty face. He’d been a good hoss, carrying me all the way from Texas without complaint. They’d taken my rifle and emptied my saddlebags. There were a few shotgun shells scattered on the ground and I reloaded immediately. There were a couple of Winchesters on the outlaw’s horses and they seemed in good shape.It was kind of awkward, but I bound up my shoulder as best I could, grateful the bullet hadn’t hit bone. The pain made my attitude towards those who had done it less than forgiving. I pointed the.