Burt was staying in lodgings at the very respectable Guest House run by Miss Sindy.
Stiff Men’s Creek wasn’t all rough and uncouth, it’s very religious Towns Women Guild was growing in numbers with new members joining almost daily; the word had spread fast it was a safe haven for ladies who had once fallen.
With a tasty portion of cow pie on his plate Burt could hardly wait to begin.
“Not before you say Grace Mr Burt, this is a God fearing household” Miss Sindy chastised her guest piously.
Miss Belinda also lodged here, she’d paid in gold four months in advance, no questions asked, Miss Sindy was very discrete.
“Do you get many male guests? He asked as he drunk his second cup of coffee.
“Not really only you, all the men head straight for that house of shame across the street, next to the Saloon.” She tutted at its very existence.
Burt wanted to track down the whereabouts of an evil Bandit called ‘The Butcher’, some deeper investigation was needed.
In the cool of the Saloon bar, amid the company of the rough and ready towns men, Burt joined in a friendly card game.
Murray Steel eyed this newcomer with suspicion,
“We don’t want no trouble makers around her…I mean here.” He was a very jealous man and knew where Burt was staying.
“I’m just a passing through buddy, on my way to find me a fortune.”
They all laughed at their shared common goal, every man wanted a fortune, whatever it took.
There was a sudden silence at the bar followed by hushed worried voices.
“Mutter mutter…bandit…mutter…just arrived…mutter…in town…”
“The Butcher!” squealed Cowboy Ken loudly as the others shushed him quickly by slapping his hand.
Tension was rising as their game was reaching its climax, gradually the stakes were raised waiting for the cards to be turned.
Burt was being reckless and bid all his hard earned cash on this last hand, he had an inkling he might be coming into some fresh funds pretty soon.
“Four Aces does it …thank you boys.” Fanning out his winning cards on the table, Burt was quietly pleased at this unexpected bonus.
Just then the doorway darkened as a large figure loomed briefly, a pair of dark squinting eyes surveyed the motley customers within, seemingly satisfied he moved on letting a stream of sunlight pierce the gloom.
As his heavy foot steps headed off next door, the scared whispers at the bar got louder; Burt cooly collected his winnings and bid ‘Good day’ to his fellow gamblers.
Barry had gone back to meet his prospective father-in-law Chief Howlin’ Wolf, to tell the truth Burt preferred working alone, especially as Barry was so drunk and miserable.
Next door to the busy Saloon on the only street in Stiff Men’s Creek was the infamous house of Sin, Madame Barbie’s Bawdy Bordello; with its plush furnishings and comely companions, this was the most popular place in town.
A tall dark, heavily built figure loitered impatiently in the lobby.
‘”Come on lover, I’m worth more than that, especially after what I just did to you…none of the other girls would!” Mad Kate hustled her John.
“Why did you throw my boot outa the window, you silly mare?”
Mad Kate didn’t get her nickname for nothing.
Madame Barbie’s best girls were on hand to tempt this big burly stranger and relieve him of his heavy coin pouch.
One wanton harlot flashed her knees in a bid to get his exclusive attention, he uttered a low long animalistic growl at the sight of her shapely and sleek legs.
Mad Kate promised him some of her special sticky peachy fun as she wafted a jar of preserves around in a titillating way.
He grunted and shook his head, no way, not after the last time when she did the chilli pepper trick.
Mad Kate would go too far even for this mean Bandit.
While they disappeared into the back room, Mad Kate leisurely supped from a bottle of the best while humming a popular Music hall ditty,
“A little bit of what you fancy does you goooood…”
Then she rubbed honey inside his hat ( the nutty tart!)
Later that day, on the outskirts of the strangely sedate town of Stiff Men’s Creek, at the very edge of the arid desert, two hard nosed adversaries eyeballed each other next to a long dead tree.
No one could miss ‘The Butcher’ with his distinctive hat and unfortunate flatulence problem, as he stood his ground against this new antagonist, lots of flies and bees seemed to be drawn to him too, not to mention ants.
Being on the ‘Most Wanted’ list was becoming a bit of a pain, forever on the move with young bucks trying their luck to claim the bounty price on his head.
“What do you want Gringo?”
“I want you to come with me to the Sheriff’s office.” That was a simple answer to the question.
“Why would I do that Gringo, do I look like a fool hahaha?”
“No Mister, you look like one hundred thousand dollars!”
“Go to hell.” He shouted back, spitting out a big lump of chewing baccy and puffing out his chest in a show of masculine dominance.
“Dead or alive the poster said, you choose your own fate.”
It was all over quicker than a hummingbird’s poop, two gunshots echoed through the gully and only one man stood tall.
“Bugger!” Muttered Burt, who had only mean to aim for his leg.
‘Now I’ve gotta get his big ol’ carcass back to town before the coyotes and buzzards come to feed.’ Burt’s annoyance was only quelled by the thought of the massive reward money.
“It’s a wrap folks, see you all at the premier.” Called the Director, sweating under the hot sun, “May you all get an Oscar darlings.”
Burt gave Butch a hand up,
“Yoo Hoo, boys.” Waving seductively from a short distance off set were the delicious twins Mali and Boo.
“We thought you’d never get that last bit right, 15 takes to fall down, Butchy baby you are a one!” They chaffed, giggling.
“Haha, thank goodness it was sand else my ass would be black n’ Blue.”
“We’ve been trying to keep the cocktails cold.”
( You must know by now I don’t do nasty stories!)
©Juliette Dodd 2019