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A Gamblers Tale, or The Purple Hat Incident
Riordan's Gulch. If you're in Riordan's Gulch, you're either a loser,
looking to make money out of the tiniest gold seam in the world, or
you're trying to make money out of the losers. The smart ones, well let's
just say they aren't out panning.
To be honest, the Gulch wasn't my usual sort of town, but well, I needed
to get off the beaten track. Literally off the beaten track. Too many
people looking for me close to the railroad, so I thought I'd try my luck
in the hills for a while. The railroad struck through 30 miles from here-
there was talk of it going through the Gulch, but it didn't, so this will
always be a dead end town. Maybe twenty years from now, by 1880, nobody
will even remember it.
Anyway, my luck was looking up. There was a bar, and the landlord was
happy for me to run the odd casino game from my case: I made a few cents
on the dollar, and he got customers staying a bit longer. But seriously,
you think I came to Riordan's Gulch for cents on the dollar? That's hard
work. Alright, not as hard as mining, by why make cents when you can make
dollars?
No, the real money was in the poker games, later in the evening when the
place had warmed up, the customers had warmed up just enough to be a
little loose and a little too sure of themselves. Maybe seven nights
here, trying for new victims every time, before things get a little too
hot and it's time to move on.
So, it was night two. I had my lucky shirt on, with the frilled front. To
be honest, I only had two shirts, a gambler has to travel light. I had 6
fellow players that night. I figured I'd fleece two of them, let two
break even and two be slightly up- divide and rule. I can't control
things quite that well, but it's good to have a target. A lot of gamblers
try to take too much. That's when you end up with lynchings. Me, I'm
basically a coward.
Anyway, I'd taken a fair amount off Samuels, the little undertaker. Just
enough that I was hoping he'd buy in and give me more to take. And two of
the others were well down. There was a big guy with a great head of red
hair. Terrible player, terrible. But I figured he could strangle me with
one hand, so I was trying to feed him good cards. I'd already slid $30 of
chips out of my pile, and into my jacket pocket. It doesn't do to be seen
to do too well.
So all good, until, "There is he is, that's him sorr!"
If people want to identify me, it's usually bad. I tried to ignore it.
Maybe if I focused on my hand it would turn out I wasn't "he", and I
wouldn't look guilty in the bargain.
But the voice continued, and footsteps got closer and closer across the
saloon floor.
"I told you sorr, that's him isn't it? The Pensacola Kid? I get my cut?"
This didn't sound good. I looked round. I looked up. And up some more.
There was a short guy, looked like a miner in a Tribune sketch, hairy all
over, muscly, looked about 50 but probably wasn't a day over 35. That
life ages you. But he wasn't the problem. The problem was the tall
gentleman in the smart suit. Too smart for this town. Actually, the smart
suit wasn't the problem, and neither was the waxed 'tache, or the very
deep purple hat. I could have carried that hat off.
No, the problem was the two revolvers, the two revolvers resting in his
hands, and pointing in my direction. Did I mention I'm allergic to
violence? I break out in a rash.
"Yeah, that's him. Pensacola Kid, I'm taking you in."
I breathed out. I hadn't realised I'd been holding my breath, but
apparently I had.
"Sir, I think there's been some...misunderstanding...here. My name is
Joplin, Joshua Joplin, from the Joplins of Minnesota. I'm a croupier sir.
I've never even been to Pensacola."
Purple Hat pulls out a rolled sheet of paper, and hands it to me.
"Wanted: The Pensacola Kid. For robbery, murder and cattle rustling.
Reward $1000 alive, $250 dead."
And underneath, a picture. A picture of me. I mean, obviously not me, but
he was the spit. I could feel the other players backing away from the
table; I couldn't blame them, I was almost scared of myself.
Well, that was a turn. There's times when it could be advantageous to
look like a dangerous outlaw, and there's times when it isn't. This
didn't feel like one of the advantageous times, and I could feel the
blood draining out of my face.
"Look, this is crazy, sure he looks like me but look, I'm just a skinny
guy, no muscles, I faint at the sight of blood for crying out loud! I
haven't even got a gun!"
I went to stand. Then I heard the click, the click of a gun being
readied. I sat right down again. I was starting to guess this evening
wasn't going to end well.
"Get up, kid."
I felt like pointing out he'd just made me sit down again, but maybe this
wasn't the time. Next thing I knew, I was stood there, handcuffed behind
my back, Purple Hat with his strong hand on my not-so-strong shoulder.
Purple Hat asked the room, "I need a cell, where the sheriff's?"
"Riordan's Gulch hasn't got a sheriff Marshal. We sometime call on
Sheriff McArthur over at Dryrock, that's about 30 miles downstream. But
he's drunk mor'n not anyway."
Purple Hat looked pissed. "Alright, give me a room, we'll stay here until
the morning and them I'll get him to someone more civilised."
It was a sleepless night. Partly, he cuffed me to the bed leg, on the
floor. Partly, I was rueing the money I'd left downstairs. I was pretty
sure I was never going to see that again. I'd tried reasoning with Purple
Hat... William Holtsby, I found out. He wasn't actually a marshal, he was
a bounty hunter. I offered him the $30 in my jacket. He took it,
wordless, just on principle I think. Didn't uncuff me though.
Morning came eventually, and Holtsby was figuring to leave, taking me
back to...well I wasn't sure where. The sooner the better, so I could
sort this thing out. But then things got worse, with the hammering on the
door.
"Holtsby, Holtsby! The Miller Gang are out, and they're heading to burn
down Cobalt City! We need to leave now!"
"Dammit! And I've got the Pensacola Kid here too. I'll have to get him
safely stored until we've sorted the Millers, that reward is too good to
lose. But there's no jail."
He rubbed his chin thoughtfully, looking my slim (but I'd like to think
athletic) form up and down. Then he smiled. That smile worried me.
"I've got an idea."
I love ideas. I love my ideas. I love the ideas pretty girls sometimes
have. Not good girls, pretty ones. I had a feeling though that this idea
wasn't going to be so great.
I didn't have much time for brothels...I'm a sweet talker, I never had
the need. But that was where we seemed to be heading.
"Ruby, here he is! You reckon you can keep him here for me for a week?"
Ruby was the surprisingly young and not unattractive owner of this circle
of ladies, in a surprisingly well-appointed "hotel." Quite plush, and
this bedroom was stunning, velvet curtains and all. She looked me up and
down with a raised eyebrow, and frankly, despite the situation, I was
looking her up and down too, with her olive skin and that unusual nose
piercing. I'd never heard of that before.
"Doesn't look to me like this sweety will put up much of a fight. I
remember when gunslingers were real man's men!"
That wasn't helping my self esteem. I packed it away in a box for later.
"Strip," said Holtsby, unfastening my cuffs.
I rubbed my wrists, and bit my lip at the same time.
"Here? Now?" I gestured to the lady.
"Nothing I haven't seen before honey. Maybe smaller by the look of you,
but still"
Not helping.
"Get on with it."
Reluctantly, slowly, I started to undress. Two minutes later, I'm
standing there naked, hands over my essentials.
"I figure, best way to keep you here for a week is to put you in a state
where you ain't going to run anywhere." Holtsby smiled.
I don't know what was worse, being naked, or being dressed in the
undergarments and pantaloons Ruby gave me next. No, that's not true, it
was the undergarments, because the next thing I knew I was bent over the
bed, with Ruby tightening up a corset round by waist. A corset! Every
time I plead for her to stop, she tightened a bit more, and then told me
that in a few days we could tighten in a bit more. A few days? I didn't
think I could even survive an hour of this! And looking down, all I could
see was this purple silk instrument of torture and the underskirts
flowing from it.
Holtsby chuckled. "Christ Ruby, you ain't even finished dressing him yet
and he looks prettier than my wife."
"I know my trade, mister Holtsby, I know my trade." Ruby winked at Purple
Hat, a glint in her eye. "Now we need to just let this little thing know
who the boss is...." She picked up a leather razor strop from the vanity
desk...I gulped, backing away.
"I'm sure that's not necessary Ma'am, I'll be respectful until this
gentleman returns."
It didn't help. Hampered by the corset, she span me round and over a
chair faster than a Texan hobbling a horse.
I screamed at the first strike. And the second. I don't know how many
there were, but soon I was sobbing and begging for mercy.
And then it stopped. I looked up to see Ruby looking amused and pleased
with herself, and Holtsby looking down on me like the most pathetic worm
he had ever seen. "Damn, that ain't no man. Not worth a dollar without a
gun in his hands. Well, worth a lot to me."
I could feel my lip quivering. This just wasn't fair!
"Anyway, I'd better go. I'll see you and this...this....in about a week."
"And I get a quarter of the reward."
"Course you do Ruby." Holtsby slaps her bottom and heads to the door,
putting his hat on. "Enjoy yourselves! Well, don't let the sissy enjoy
himself too much." I can hear the laughter as he fades down the stairs.
Holtsby was gone, but Ruby was only just getting started.
"Now honey, we've got two choices here. We either keep you like this, as
a sissyboy, and everyone will know it's you. Or we prettify you properly,
and nobody will ever recognise you."
Now, that was hardly a fair choice. How was I ever going to work here
again if this got around?
So, the day just got worse. I was primped, shaved, shaved again,
straightened, curled, painted and ribboned. And as the day went on, more
and more of the girls would come in, and look, and giggle. I don't think
I ever stopped blushing.
But the worst, the worst was at the end when Ruby finally led me to a
full-length mirror, let me see what she'd done. I...I couldn't quite take
in that that was me. There wasn't a touch of the masculine left there.
Sure, I didn't look hot like a few of the girls here, but I just looked
female from top to toe! My heart sank.
"Never mind honey, you're safe now! And you're such a cutey...with that
waist and that timid look, it's gonna be difficult to keep the men off!"
I must have looked wide eyed and panicked by that.
"Oh, don't worry, we'll pass you off as the new maid- let's call you
Josephine, Josie for short- you don't have to do anything with men. Well,
not unless you want to" she winked at me.
"No, no, that'll be fine!"
And so it was. I was the new maid. And not just in name, they seemed to
take great pleasure in having me run around all day on chores, all in
that damned corset. I tried to avoid looking at the men, just in case I
was recognised, but to them I was just the plain girl in the background.
After a couple of days of this, I was frankly sick of it. So I made the
decision, I was going to escape. I'd spotted where my shoes and trousers
were kept, I could get them. Then, when I was cleaning the bedrooms in
the afternoon, I could slip out of the window with whatever I could find,
drop onto the porch roof and down, and hide out somewhere until dark.
Maybe I could even sneak back to the bar and rescue my gambling box. Then
I could get out of this damned town before that crazy bastard in the
purple hat came back.
It all started well. I found my clothes, and made my way into the bedroom
unobserved. I slid the window open...it was overlooked, but if I picked
my moment it should be fine. I threw my clothes down, onto the roof. So
far, so good. I started to climb out of the window.
Now I've climbed out of windows before, it's an occupational hazard in my
line. But let me tell you, it's harder in a full skirt and a corset. I
struggled for a moment to get my weight over the edge, I just couldn't
straddle the frame with these clothes. And it was as I was there, bent
over the edge, that the sash came down.
It only took a second, whacked me in the back- the corset saved me from
greater injury I guess. I realised what had happened at once, cursed
myself, and pushed to lift it up. Only, it wouldn't lift- I was trapped
between the window and the frame, and I couldn't get any purchase
upwards. I was just stuck there, leaning out of the window, exposed to
the world but not going anywhere.
Ah well, I thought, I'll have to come up with a plan before anyone comes.
But it was just as I was thinking that, that someone came.
I heard the door open, and then a depressingly male voice
"Well well well, now there's a welcome for a tired man. They do say the
girls here go to extra lengths to please, but I hadn't expected this!"
Footsteps crossing the floor, and then I felt a hand on my leg, sliding
up, lifting my skirts as it went. I started to squeal, but I didn't want
to give myself away to anyone outside.
And then the hand...the hand found things it wasn't expecting. Retreated,
then came back, and squeezed my balls. I yipped!
"My my my...a girl with a little extra! Well, I'm an open minded
gentleman my dear, and there's still a door there for a gentleman to
knock on."
Putting on my most pathetic voice, I tried to plead, to say that I really
wasn't that sort of girl. OF course, to him I looked like exactly that
sort of girl.
I gasped as I felt his finger at my bottom, bit my lip to stop myself
shouting. The finger circled round, then dipped in...it seemed moist. But
then, the finger went, and I felt something more threatening pushing
slowly, but unstoppably, against my flower.
Three times it pushed, and then on the fourth, it popped inside, and
started a whole different sort of push, until
"MISTER SAMUELS! WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!"
And suddenly, it was gone as soon as it came. It was Ruby, and she gave
Samuels a piece of her mind before she passed him, contrite, to the girl
he was meant to be seeing. But then she started on me. She was livid!
Nothing about escaping, no, she called me a hussy, trying to steal her
customers when she'd gone out of her way to keep me safe and innocent.
That was the worst crime of all, stealing customers! I would have begged
to differ, but this didn't seem the time.
Clearly, she said, I wasn't the sort of girl she had thought. From now
on, she would make sure I got the sort of work that I wanted. I tried to
beg, I tried to argue, but I could hardly get in a word, and if I tried I
felt I would have been in for a full thrashing.
And from that day, well, let's just say she lived up to her promise, and
I learned many new things I had no wish to learn. I don't know how much
she charged for me, but clearly the novelty of a girly boy offered new
challenges for many.
I don't know where my clothes went, and from that day, the doors were
kept locked so I couldn't get near the windows. I was counting down the
days...but then word came, word came that Holtsby wasn't coming. He'd met
his match with the Miller Gang, been ambushed and shot straight dead.
But Ruby shows no sign of letting me loose. So, that's why I've written
this, smuggled it out on a promise to a customer. So if this reaches you,
please, please, get to Riordan's Gulch as quickly as you can. There's a
lady and a gentlemen that need rescuing.
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