Scareship_Issue8

Uhry at the bar. Their eyes locked. Gilly had known Isabelle since
his childhood days in Rook. She smiled, but her eyes betrayed a
reptilian quality that raised the little hairs on the back of his neck.
“Well, well… Mad Gilly. Welcome home,” Izzie said.
“Yeah, yer daddy’s boys sure gave me a real ‘welcome home,’
alright. So what’re ya doin’ in my town, Miss Starr?”
“Why Gilly, you can’t possibly think I give a hoot about
daddy’s minions. Or about who controls this spittoon of a town.”
“No? Then what are you here fer?”
“I’m here for YOU, Gilly.” She kissed him and he let hisself
get kissed. He could smell her, and it was a smell that filled his
senses like a bouquet of poppies. He could feel his desire
overwhelming his distrust. And soon enough the two were upstairs
again, rolling around in the room next door to the one where Inky
still slept.
Now, as regarding the third of Gilly’s three great gifts, folks
said that Gilly was even better at pokin’ than poker, and when he
got Izzie to hit high “C,” it was she what got trapped in her own
snare. Suddenly she was not only wanton, but wantin’, and her
daddy’s intrigues went flying out the window. She was blinded by
golden curls, and caressed by bronze skin, and falling into black
eyes that went on and on forever.
But the next thing she knowed, a massive paw had grabbed
her by her white tresses and was dragging her, buck nekkid, out of
the bed, across the room, down the stairs, and out of the saloon and
into the street. She screamed and tried to pull free, but Inky Dugan
barely noticed her efforts. He hauled her up to her horse and tossed
her over the saddle onto her belly, as she continued to writhe like a
sackful of diamondbacks. He tied her hands and feet together
under the horse, as she let fly with a tirade of foul language that,
while unbefitting a lady of her stature, was surely appropriate to
her situation. Inky whispered to the horse, “Take her home,” then
slapped her flank… the horse’s flank, that is. And off went the
snowy mare, cantering up Main Street, back to the Starr ranch.
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