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My name is Vincent Vader I am a vampire and I’m going to tell you my story.


I was 6'1, broad chested from years of chopping firewood and hunting with my parents back almost 749 years ago to my family tree I was the last of my family line. I was dressed in garments similar to Doc Holliday and Wyatt Earp for I was born in the Midwest in Kansas to be almost exact. My regal yet calm hazel eyes were hard, I had a long braid of silver blue hair, long smooth pale skin and fingers, and my voice was honest and I could change it to whomever I chose but mainly I stuck to Doc Holliday because he was the first man I saw and when he spoke it lit my heart up with such vigorous joy. But at the same time I pitied the man he was brash and smart but sick with disease so I mourned for him when he passed.

Walking down the stone marble street in busy New York City heading for a Catholic church and you must be thinking “What is he doing walking into a church?” well I’ll tell you I am found of crosses for I wear a rosary round my pale neck which I cherish again and I love the confessional booth. Sinners of all kinds come there and confess the most wicked sins and the most funny ones those I listen to and chuckle silently while I listen from a distance.
“Father forgive me stealing my sister’s Barbie doll” or “Father forgive me for I have sinned I took money out of the mall’s water fountain” those sins I would laugh myself into pain over but enough of that. I came to this church St. Gabriel’s was the name and entered touching my forehead, chest left shoulder and right shoulder then saw a priest and sniffed the air and knew no one else was in sight. I was full from a previous meal earlier so you can rest assure I wasn’t going to kill a Priest but he was The Last Priest In Town.

“Father might I have a minute of your time?”
“Son you do know the hour is late?”
“Yes but I have a confession to make” The Priest was approaching 56 and had a patch over his right eye and bald except for a three inch silver goatee which he stroked thoughtfully and then replied “Come into this booth”
“Thank you Father” I answered bowing politely and went inside it was comfortable so I removed my hat and coat folded it and sat it next to me just as he opened the little window.
“Forgive me Father I have sinned”
“Tell me your sins My Son”
“I have killed countless innocents and I need your blessing Father”
He turned to look at me through the wooden window and slid that back and I wept lightly.
“Why do you cry child?” He asked handing me a couple of tissues.
“Because I have lived for almost 300 years I never age a day and it pains me to live like this.”
“You mean you’re a vampire?”
“Yes Father do you wish to smite me with your words and drive a stake through my chest?”
A silence sat through our booth followed by “How do you handle Holy Water?”
“It burns but not enough to kill me do you want proof?”
“Well no but—“
“Go and fetch it if it will settle and justify your beliefs” and he went off his small potbelly jiggling slightly to the front of the 100 pews lined up 50 on each side.
He came back and sat it on the small ledge which separated us and I dipped my bony index finger in it a little whisp of smoke rising and I withdrew it sighing heavily.
“Anything else?”
“How much do I weigh?”
“The truth?”
“Yes”
Now this I found funny so I answered.
“256”
“Damn!” he swore and I looked at him shocked and chuckled.
“Why is that funny I’ve been on that damnable Jenny Craig food bah! They can go to hell!”
“The robes do make you look slimmer but I think you should be happy with yourself”
“Okay but how did you get turned? I do have to get home to the missus”
“You mean your mistress of a whore who has stolen your credit cards and is maxing them out as we speak while your wife sits in a home which you don’t even bother to visit”
He looked at me mouth agape.
“Not even Millie knows about that!”
“I can read minds but I will make you a deal”
“Okay god if you tell a soul what you know so help me God”
“Please stop with that tiresome line and listen”
“Fine”
“I will keep your secret if you clean up your ways and help me with my blessing and help me to find my lost mate I saw her in town here years ago but if you know anything you will tell me won’t you?”
“Yes I will”
“And the answer to your other question is no”
“Damn it”
“Ah ah no cursing in the house of God”
“Tell me about how you became this way” he said stroking his goatee and praying softly.
“Well Father my tale begins back in 1880 in the Midwest when I was about twenty and wild”

June 14, 1880 Kansas City


I was sitting in my favorite bar it was called Grand Rock and was run by the bartender named Jack Harrington he was 34, heavyset but mostly built strong, a black mustache curved down on his lip and his black hair was short wavy and parted like Moses did with The Red Sea he serving brandy and whiskey of the strongest quality by the glass and mug back to back. I was surrounded by five different women for I was very what you would call a man whore but I didn’t sell myself I just charmed women with ease my mama razzed me for doing this but my father didn’t care what I did for he was also surrounded by women at the Blackjack table laughing and puffing away on cigars as did I.
“Got another one ladies” Donovan said that was his name he said in his burly deep voice laughing and pinching the closest ass he could.
The air was thick with smoke, brandy, whiskey, sex, music and gunpowder depending on what night you were there; Friday’s were the worst nights to be in there.
Donovan and me looked alike except for that fact that he was 45 and had a mean haggard face but was kindhearted with a mustache and beard brown oil colored and neatly trimmed I had shaven my face at the barber’s yesterday and rubbed my bare face and smiled at Tammy who was a redhead whom was sitting on my left leg rubbing my slightly exposed chest and licking her lips. She was pretty with big hair tied up and some of it hanging loosely full breasts just as Cindy and Tracy whom were both brunettes and some what attractive. The last two girls were named Hannah and Lillian and they were blonde with smallish breasts and cute bodies which I craved more than the other three because their eyes were both ice blue both sensual with every gaze they cast most though they were sisters.

Anyways after Tammy rubbed my crotch which already had a huge bump from my stone hardness I looked to her and kissed her caressing her full left bosom in my right hand through the pink dress she wore moaning under her wandering hands which was soon joined by all the other girls and we laughed and I said “Who is going home with me tonight I wonder?” all of them giggled and smiled drunkenly. I was a bit buzzed but still coherent when I took Tammy’s hand and lead her out the back and winked at Hannah and Lillian which caused them to blush.
Stumbling out the back of the bar it was night and warm the moon was full with the stars in the heavens cloudless sky. We kissed and laughed as she tugged on my left earlobe and then she stopped and screamed in utter horror and suddenly I was pushed away hitting the back of the bar wall shoulder first I winced in pain and chuckled “Love I didn’t know you liked it rough”
A dark figure wrapped in an emerald velvet cape circled Tammy and then as she screamed once more the dark figure raised a hand and brought it down threw Tammy’s head and pulling out my Colt 45 pistol with grain polished handle I cocked it aiming wildy at the figure and saw Tammy’s face which had a massive hole where her nose, eyes, and mouth had been.

The figure advanced slowly my vision was blurred so I saw two no four of them as I waved my pistol wildly until my hand was grasp softly but harshly and put against the wall by a smooth hand that belonged to a woman her skin was fair and cold but normal like yours and mine before I died. I belched loudly sighed and giggled trying to free my hand and brought my right hand up and said “You killed my Tammy! How could you!”
“She was a whore what value does that whore have to your heart nothing!” the cloaked woman stated pinning my other hand to the wall as well so we were face to hood. She withdrew her right hand away from my left taking the gun and drawing back her hood I saw a mane of rich red hair that flowed down to the middle of her back, she the most gorgeous face so smooth and sharp, devastating smile that charmed me from first sight, cute nose, full breasts, and curvy body but the thing that stood out were her eyes they were green and so loving and full of total velocity that amaze me to this day. She hissed softly in my left ear and I kicked her off and said “You devil bitch take your hands off me!” I shouted shaking the cobwebs from my head and focusing on just one of her after all the others disappeared then she snarled choking me hard and replied
“I will make you mine and you will not fight me or I will kill you” smiling briefly.
“You’re a daisy if you do” I answered shaking my head pushing her off with another shove I staggered off until I saw the light on the front of the tavern and then clouds of white consumed my thoughts and next I awoke in a bed.



The bed was not my own it was in a hotel room upon the outskirts of town my head covered with a cool washcloth which didn’t help the excruciating headache I had and the room was lit by only a small light which sat at the wall at the end of the bed. I sat up moaning lightly and felt my knife slide down to my right hand but I tucked it back into place waiting for her to show up and she did and said sitting in front of me “How yours head Vincent?”
“Was getting better but I didn’t catch your name” I winced rubbing my forehead with my left hand and she pushed me back down onto the bed straddling me lightly and answered “Florence”
“Good”
“Why is that good?” she said lightly kissing my lower lip.
“So I can kill a piece of filth like you!” I sad bringing my knife to her throat pressing hard.
“You won’t do it you don’t have the guts Vincent” she hissing green gleaming brightly her full breasts pressing against my chest her hardened peaks rubbing against my chest through her nightgown erotically making me moan slightly.
“Stop it! You demon slut!” I said shaking my head pushing away the whispers in my head.
“Shhhhhhh relax Vincent”
“No I won’t you killed Tammy I won’t let you get away with it!” I said as she ripped my shirt open and kissed my chest lightly taking the knife out of my head dropping it onto the floor.
God how she made me stone hard and aroused all my senses but I could not fight her so I gave in and let her take my mortal life away. Florence kissed up my left breast to my left ear and kissed it and moaned involuntarily pushing her away with my hands but she laughed kissing my neck where I was most sensitive and nibbled then I felt a sharp piercing in my neck and groaned holding her to me and in my mind I heard her say “There ya go just relax and go with it”

Florence kissed my neck then my lips which I tasted my own blood upon and turned away at first but then she brought my face to hers and I kissed her fully as she swept my lips gracefully her hands tracing my chest and stomach moaning softly then she slid down my chest butterfly kissing until she undid my pants letting my heated flesh stick out and she got up shut off the light and climbed back on top of me french kissing me gently and I kissed back running hands feverishly all over her back moaning with every kiss we shared and our sensuous embrace intensified with her body against mine then she slowly sat up dragging her hands down my taut front and as I tried to say something she put her left index finger to my lips and said “Shhhhhh”.
She sat up fully taking my heated flesh into her secret pocket of warm wetness which I enjoyed as she rode me gently and slowly her face silhouetted by the moonlight then I saw her hardened peaks sticking out proudly through her nightgown and she looked down and said “You like that better than Tammy huh?” she said clawing my chest lightly chuckling.
“Oh yes better than her god yes” I moaned exploring her thighs all over she then took each of my nipples into her mouth slowly one at a time biting them tugging until they almost were ripped clean off my chest. I raked her hair taking in her scent til my nostrils burned.

She was vivaciously insatiable in every way imaginable when it came to our first encounter. She sat back up riding softly locking my gaze with her own eyes flickered briefly from brown to soft green I saw this and smiled loving that moment squeezing her mashing hips against mine in repetition moaning softly aloud and in my head crying out my name in the name of Ecstasy over and over then the moment was over and she was gone then I sat up only to be pushed down again by laughter. “Did you think I was gonna leave you without dessert?”
“I didn’t know there was dessert” I said sitting up holding her in my arms gazes locked hard into our eyes. Florence slid the fingernail on her left index finger across the top of her left breast pulling down her nightgown with the other and guided my head to her bleeding peak I suckled hungrily relishing in her moans as she threw her head back laughing lightly saying “Like warm honey huh baby?”
Lifting my mouth away I answered “Oh god yes just like it”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm keep drinking lunger” she chuckled warmly bringing my mouth back to feast more, after about ten minutes I felt full and my mouth heavy for strange reason I watched as her wound healed up clean like it never existed then she covered her bare breasts again teasing me even more I fell backwards moaning contentedly she laid down and kissed my lips whispering “I shall see you tomorrow evening when the sun goes down” and vanished I passed out.


The next day I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth, pants unzipped my half erected dick hanging out, my smoke wagon lying on the night stand beside me along with my cigars and matches and a small thing of whiskey with a note. The note read: “This’ll help with the hangover effect Flo” with her lip impression underneath the words. Then it hit me She was a vampire she turned me that demon slut! Son of a bitch I’m gonna kill her! So I got dressed pulled on my gun belt checked my smoke wagon made sure it was loaded tucked it away swished the blood taste out of my mouth with water and downed the small bottle of whiskey and groaned spitting it out shaking my head cleaning the cobwebs out and made my way downstairs, paid the manager and left. Heading for home on my brown stallion I rode fast to tell my father of what had happened but I stopped and went the back way home cause the law dogs were looking for me then I gasped pulling on the reins as a little boy ran out in front of me and he knew who I was.
“Don’t tell here take this go buy yourself something big” I said leaning down handing him $20 in ones and fives. “Thanks mister” the boy said and ran off smiling. Thank god I had some money on me matter of fact that was the last of my money the rest was at home. Slapping the reigns down on Johnny Boy he neighed and dashed off hard my duster flapping outward behind me my hair doing the same it took me forty-five minutes to get home and my father was not happy first thing I got was a hard slap with a backhand so I punched him and went straight to my home after I said hi to my mother who stood there cussing her head off at me.

It was high noon when I got into my room as I moved my bed over to the opposite wall and pulling up two of the loose floorboards which contained my “winnings” from poker, blackjack, faro, and Texas hold em nearing about $100,000 over the course of six months bagging up the coins and bills I rushed packing up my clothes, watches, and various other possessions that I owned. My father came into my room flung me aside holding his Colt smoke wagon to my face and said through gritted teeth “You better have a goddamned reason for not coming home last night and for how the fuck Tammy ended up with her face missing behind Grand Rock” he cocked the smoke wagon still gritting his teeth and growling.
“Donovan you better take that goddamn smoker out of my face or your gonna be regretting that deeply”
then my little brother Morgan walked in and said “Daddy why do you have your gun in Vinny’s face?”
“Nothing nothing at all Morg go on downstairs with your mother” and he did without question smoothing his plaid long sleeve shirt with his sleeves rolled up black pantlegs tucked into his shiny tan boots spurs jingling.
“I was knocked out by a girl with my own pistol Donovan” I said looking him in the eyes.
“You a girl took your pistol and knocked you out then what?”
“She drank my blood and then made me drink her’s I didn’t want to but I couldn’t stop myself it was like she had some kind of mind control on me it sounds damn near crazy but it’s true Donovan I swear it” I said running my hands through my hair watching Donovan pacing back and forth muttering then I went to close one of the bags that was full and he pinned me against the wall hard smoker barrel in my mouth fully cocked.
“I swear boy if you sound like the town crazy you wanna end up like him god and then you said you drank her blood” he withdrew the pistol and cussed left and right then said “You get the hell out of home pack your shit and get out the law dogs are after you and I don’t want that shit blowing up my ass catch the train at 7:00 p.m. and haul ass to Tombstone and go look for Virgil and Carrie North they can help” then he hit me with the pistol hard over and over till my face bled and finished “and don’t ever show your face on my doorstep ever again!” and stormed out of my room.

Morgan came in still in his pajamas holding Fluffy his stuffed puppy to his baby blue plaid pj’s I saw him and said “Hey buddy what’s the matter?”
“Why’d daddy hit and yell at you?” he answered wiping his eyes after all he was only six.
So he came over to me and hugged me tight and I tried not to weep and said “Morg you’re brother has to go away for awhile but maybe when you go to town with mommy go to see Hannah and Lillian you remember them don’t you?”
“Yeah they look like sisters” he said looking in my eyes and wiped away my tears and noticed it and said “Are you crying Vincent?”
And I cried hard holding him not just caused he asked me that but because my life had spiraled out of control and he finally said my name without trouble.
Holding him at arms length I sighed sniffing and said “Come help me pack my stuff up” and he did smiling lightly.
Then I heard my mother calling to me from the backyard and opening my window I saw she had Johnny Boy and was feeding him brushing his thick mane of hair kissing him and he whinnied and snickered when she hugged him.
“What ma?”
“Are you done packing yet?”
“Almost got two more then I’m done”
“Okay you can hide out at The Regent till seven”
“Thanks mom”
“Thank me when this shit blows off”
I chuckled and shut my window and returned to packing my stuff with Morgan’s help.
Once were done packing my mother made a call to the Regent and thirty minutes later a tall gentleman rode up on a black stallion whom escorted me but said “Make your goodbyes quick and fast the law dogs are out to lunch so you open window is ticking”.
“Yeah yeah I know” so I hugged and kissed my mother goodbye as she sobbed softly.
Then I picked up Morgan and we hugged each other tightly crying and laughing then I put him down wiping my face and then came Donovan so I whipped him with my pistol making his cheek bleed and said “Now we’re even asshole” and straddled Johnny Boy. Then he chuckled and said “Hey Boy here” and threw a small wad of hundreds at me then came up to me and handed me an Ace of Spades and an Ace of Hearts and said “You’re an American Asshole” then I pocketed the two Aces and slapping the reigns down hard we rode off.

Coming to the town entrance the tall gentleman said “Go around back and knock three times”
“Sure” and I did the back door opened and there stood Cindy smiling brightly which turned to a frown when she saw my face.
“What did Donovan do now?”
“Oh not much we’re even gave him the same cut damn cur” I said pulling my luggage off of Johnny Boy and petted him and kissed him which made him nicker lightly then I kissed Cindy and she led him out front to drink and eat. Going upstairs I went to the girls’ room, Hannah and Lillian were playing High Card then both of them jumped as I entered the room immediately I was consumed with kisses and nonstop pampering not that I didn’t mind it made me feel loved but at least somebody.

After about fifteen minutes of pampering and kissing I made my way to the bed collapsing with both of them on either side of me.
“So I gotta know are you two sisters?”
“You have to promise not to tell a soul”
“I swear on the grave of Doc Holliday”
“We are cousins” they said in unison.
“Well I am an oak”
Hannah rubbed my crotch and said smiling coyly “You are an oak Vincent darling” and she kissed Lillian then I kissed her right earlobe teasingly then we switched I french kissed Lillian as Hannah worked off our clothes one at a time soon after we were all naked lips interchanging tongues tasting each other’s mouths in pure passion unknown. After going down on both of them I still had enough energy for both of them to ride me out. Hannah climbed on top and rode me gently while Lilly nibbled on the right side of her neck massaging her breasts one at a time twisting and pulling her nipples moaning followed by her rubbing Hannah’s wet pussy causing Hannah to moan and groan loudly begging for more. “Mmmmmmmmm god Lilly Vincent I’m almost there” “So am I baby” I said watching them greedily savoring in every kiss, moan, twist, and grope. Then sitting up I nursed Hannah’s left breast hungrily which in turn made her cum and made me also shoot inside of her I groaned kissing Hannah breathlessly and she said “God that was splendid you tall drink of water”

I laid down slowly pulling her with me still kissing and moaning as she dismounted me to let her cousin ride me out. Hannah broke our lip lock and french kissed Lilly gently massaging her left breast moaning as Lilly did the same to her’s. Then Hannah leaned down onto Lilly’s right breast taking it into her mouth suckling it fiercely making Lilly moan louder begging her to stop laughing some riding me harder making her pussy tighter making me groan in pain. Hannah switched over to Lilly’s left breast suckling it swirling her tongue counter-clockwise around her rosy nipple making it tighter and harder.
“God yes Hannah jesus christ yes babe!” Lilly cried out as I rubbed her teasing her over and over then Hannah kissed her way down to her cousin’s pussy and licked where my fingers stroked her switching hands to my right I ran my hand through Hannah’s hair moaning and me and Lilly climaxed at the same time and came at the same time saying in unison “Holy shit Hannah” then we all laughed then both girls licked, sucked, and nibbled on my cock. Their lips met and they kissed each other, their tongues swirling around my throbbing hard-on. Up and down my cock, their hot greedy mouths worked their magic, meeting at my bell-shaped pricktip,
where they kissed again, their spit dribbling down all over my balls I groaned after they finished coming up to my kiss me after they both gave me a blowjob. We shared a passionate three-way kiss then fell asleep with Hannah on my right and Lilly on my left and I drifted off to sleep in peace my limp dick slowly shriveling up then I dozed off.




At about 5:55 p.m. I woke up with the urge to piss real bad and grabbing my pants I pulled them on and climbed out of bed headed out back to take a nice piss the sun was setting and as I was halfway through I heard a smoke wagon being cocked then felt it pressed against the back of my head.
“I oughta haul your lunger ass in right here right now” Deputy Hank Harrison said spitting at my right foot.
“Well hello lawdog how goes your day?” I said smirking knowing he was cocky to an extent and that he was only 31.
“Don’get smart with me boy I ain’t in the mood for it yer wanted fer murder” he said as I finished.
“May I zip up law dog Harrison?”
“Yeah of course” he answered taking the smoke wagon which was a 1845 Colt six shooter still worked after all these years.
Then I zipped up and pinning him against the back of the door gritting my teeth I kneed him in the groin and said “You didn’t see me you don’t know where I am got it?”
“No I don’t!” he said and hit me with the Colt but I took the hit on my left arm mild pain I grabbed him by his expensive jacket and smeared his face in my piss puddle.
“Now have you seen me?”
“No I haven’t but someone else will!”
“Wrong answer!” so I plunged his face into it again and he gurgled then bringing his face up I said.
“Did you see me?”
“No I didn’t”
“Good law dog have a drink” and smushed his face back into my piss and ran back inside.
Passing the tall gentleman I said “I need some protection and backup Harrison just found me”
“Okay I’ll see you at the train in an hour.”
Dashing upstairs I tossed the sea of clothes around fishing for mine and got dressed causing them to wake up.
“What’s gon’ on Vinny baby?” Lilly asked rubbing her eyes.
“Harrison found me and now I gotta skedaddle”
“Oh My God” Hannah said getting out of bed tits bouncing erotically but I shunned that away for now as she grabbed my things up and piling them up nice and neat on the bed. I pulled on my vest and gun belt then tucked my smoker away and pulled out my other smoke wagon tucking that one in my waist but not after loading it fully spinning it and locking the chamber in place by then it was 6:23 so said my timepiece.
Lillian climbed out of bed and hugged me tight as did Hannah both whimpering.
“Hey now you can come and see me in Tombstone just promise you’ll bring Morgan”
“We promise” they both said kissing me one last time then grabbing my stuff I headed out but not before they called me back again.
“What now?”
“Something to remember us in your dreams” and they french-kissed each other.
“God you two are gonna be the death of me” and dashed off down the back stairwell and out the back door coming around the left side of the building stood Florence wearing a blue dress with a black sash and blue dress hat smiling pleasantly.


I had my smoke wagon drawn ready to give someone an early grave but she was there and sighing I said “Move it Flo I ain’t got time for your shit”
“I know I just found out you’re on the run from the lawdogs very smart smearing his face in piss”
“Oh jesus christ Florence either you can help me or you can go”
“I’ll help”
“Good take these bags and Johnny Boy and get them on the train I’ll be there shortly” I said handing her my bags.
Then she smiled and kissed me and went off and not two seconds after she was gone I grabbed my other smoke wagon my twin Swords I called them cause they were both shiny silver I headed out and there stood all four Lawdogs: Harrison, Jimmy “Two Shakes” Jones, Johnny “Stallion” Burke he got that name for having the biggest dick or so was the rumor heh, and the U.S. Marshall Tommy “22” Smith all armed with shotguns and smoke wagons alike and I had the tall gentleman which came riding in with three others and the Lawdogs were all dressed in expensive garments and dusters as was I.
I stared hard into Tommy 22's black eyes and smirked as he said “Vincent Vader the fifth you are hereby under arrest for the murder of one Tammy Wilkins”
“Come on 22 we both know that I had nothing to do with it”
“There is evidence that you were seen at the scene of the crime!” Stallion said stroking his much needed shaven cheeks.
“Johnny you were probably hip deep in some whore’s pie so you couldn’t know” and some of them chuckled.
“Enough of this shit” I said taking up my stance holding both smoke wagons spinning them as the Lawdogs geared up cocking their shotguns and pistols for battle.
“Go!” and the shooting gallery began I stopped twirling mine and fired left and right at them and I knew they were crooked but 22 was the most vile 22 stood for how many lawdogs he himself had killed to accomplish the position he was in now.
“Look out Vincent!” the tall gentleman shouted at me as Two Shakes came up and fired twice missing me the first and grazing me the second minor pain nothing to cry about now so I fired at him twice hitting him in the chest and head watching him fall into the horse’s water trough. 22 and Stallion were in a crossfire with two mexicans shooting back and forth which gave me some time to reload my Swords then I heard and saw Hank “Piss Boy” Harrison coming at me and laughed cocking my pistols and jumping at him I fired four times scoring hit after hit and took one in my left shoulder and winced watching him fall down to the ground clutching his legs and crying like big baby.
“You whiny cur! Die Piss boy!” and shot him in the face then ran like hell through the crossfire firing at the opposition as I ran and emerged with some bumps and bruises and bleeding from my left shoulder bad I headed for the train and it was five minutes til seven and looking over my shoulder I saw 22 coming at me riding his steed hard I aimed with both Swords and fired until they were empty and he fell from his steed dead and I felt another sharp pain in my stomach and staggered as I got on the train and headed for the back and found Florence sitting there the smile she wore turned upside down when she saw me.


“Jesus Christ Vincent what the hell happened?”
“I got Piss Boy and 22" I chuckled wincing in pain as she helped me into the seat then the train moved and I saw the Tall Gentleman as he waved at me I poked my head out the window and yelled “Meet me in Tombstone” and he nodded and I sat down hard moaning in more pain.
We were all alone in the third class car as she went to work on me helping me out of my duster, vest, and shirt gently she gasped at the bloody mess I was and sifted through her purse and pulled out thread, needle, tweezers, and a bottle of hard ass whiskey I chuckled.
“Awwwww you bought me my favorite baby bottle”
“Uh huh that’s right take a sip big baby”
I did and grimaced “God this shit’s super fucking strong” and handed it back only to have a belt shoved in my mouth and she said “Now this is gonna hurt you’re dying okay and I’m gonna save you” and kissed my right cheek then took her index fingers and pulled open my shoulder wound first and I bit on that belt hard as I could till my teeth went numb and watched her and felt my skin splitting apart then she took the tweezers and pulled the first bullet out of shoulder with difficulty I moaned sweat breaking out all over my body blood pouring everywhere which she sucked up then poured the whiskey into my shoulder and I smacked her face and she said “You get one hit free the next is gonna cost you”
Then she dried up my shoulder and told me to hold pressure against it so it wouldn’t bleed anymore Flo then went to work on my stomach helping me to lie down so she could work better on my wound that was zapping my life away.
“Don’t think your getting any favors while I’m down here”
“You are an oak darling” then I bit on the belt again harder than the first time as she spilt my flesh apart again with ease then plunged the tweezers into my gut fishing for the second bullet poking inside my belly I moaned and groaned screaming and tasted blood on my lips and knew that my teeth were bleeding from biting. I bit again and passed out from the pain and losing my energy I collapsed onto my left side and she said “Ah ha!” and pulled the second bullet free and sucked up the blood flowing then poured more whiskey onto it I howled in pain being jarred out of unconsciousness from that burning needle stinging whiskey. I slowly sat up and hit her right cheek then she went to hit me and I passed out again falling onto her right shoulder and she picked me up and took me to the cargo area were just by chance there happened to be a bed laying on the floor beat up but still usable.

Laying me down she went back and grabbed her things and hiking up her dress she kneeled beside me a lantern glowing at my the right side of my face she checked me out to see if I was still breathing and patted my face dry of sweat and blood then sat the lantern on the other side of my face and begin sewing up my shoulder wound first pulling the skin together tight sticking the needle through more pain jarred me out of rest and I moaned slightly while she took a half hour to stitch up my shoulder then she kissed it gently then brought the hot lantern to sit above my second entry wound and went to work on that for an hour and brought the light up to my face and I winced then she kissed me gently.
“Rest Vincent rest darling”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm now that’s the best idea I’ve heard all day” and sighed resting my head in her sea of blue falling fast asleep two seconds later. Florence blew out the light and held Vincent praying for him to make it through the night looking at the moonlight shining through a small window in the car. It masked her face perfectly as she smiled some and looked down at him brushing hair away from his face taking in all his beauty that she adored for all time but now to see it dirty, cut and in need of a shave she frowned trying not to cry and a tear fell onto her cheek and wiping it off she chuckled.
“A tear from my eye for this lunger? God I must be getting soft” she said silently sniffing taking off her gloves and sitting them beside her she touched his sweat slicken face and dried it away with another tissue feeling tears falling onto his face and sighing heavily taking off her hat she laid down with him cradling his sleeping form she smiled and kissed his forehead and sniffled then felt his hand touch her right cheek and he said “Inside us all we have softness” and kissed her gently and they both kissed until they fell asleep in a newfound understanding of each other.


At around five a.m. the sun was rising and Florence stirred slightly when she smelled something burning and then hissed leaping into a dark corner of the car. She patted her left dress sleeve and cursed then noticed Vincent lying there not moving and thought to herself “My little outburst should’ve woken him up or at least made him stir” So she threw the burnt sleeve at him nothing happened, so she called out to him even stomped the floor and nothing happened he lay there in the sunlight right hand resting over his tummy, right leg bent, left leg straight as well as his left arm, and his head lay looking to the right; chest not rising and falling.
And she knew that Vincent Vader was dead he looked like a dead angel almost laying there like he did. A fallen angel who died fighting a courageous battle but she would not let him die like this not at all.

She grabbed his ankles despite the burning smell of her flesh plugging up her nostrils Florence dragged him into the shadows and held him in her arms crying profusely tears pouring freely she bit into her right wrist and put it to his maul blinking away tears causing her vision to become blurry and she roared in fury and rage that he died on her like this then she felt a slight pinch and said wiping her eyes clear “Vincent come on babe come on back to me” I drank slowly abhorring the disgusting taste going down my throat but I continued drinking feeling my energy returning slowly all the way down to my toes then she laughed holding me to her tightly I groaned and she let me go and kissed me hard then slapped me and said “That’s for dying on me don’t you ever do that again!” rubbing my face I smirked and pulled her lips to mine again and we kissed fully and passionately with her holding me up by her left leg I broke the lip lock saying “I promise dear Florence now we better get the mattress over here” and she nodded and let me drag the mattress over to the corner which we laid down upon the electricity interchanging with each kiss we gave. Then in-between one of these electric kisses I groaned and jerked as my body was dying then five minutes later after listening to her reassurances of I was gonna be allright I was like her undead, a creature of the night, a vampire who drank of blood.

“Wow what an interesting tale Vincent but I hate to cut this short but the hour is extremely late”
the priest said looking at his watch.
“Yes I know this shall we continue tomorrow Father?”
“Yes we shall”
Stepping out of the booth together I said “What tis your name?”
“Father Shannonwell” he said regarding me with some degree of respect.
“Thank you Father Shannonwell good night” and we parted ways.
I made my way down the now empty marble street, flagged down a taxicab, and he took me to my small apartment on the Lower East Side. After paying him handsomely I headed up to my apartment hanging my duster and wide rim hat on the hooks on the back of my door and went to my couch by Ashley and sat down admiring the moonlight at 2:00 a.m. covering my matching sofa covered in silver satin followed by the glass coffee table with Doc Holliday’s body embossed in the glass and in color, next was the fireplace which had pictures of my family which had passed on years ago, and ended with a matching armless chair by Martha Stewart Living hated the bitch but she has good taste in furniture. Getting up I shed my vest taking my timepiece that still worked 300 years later then came the rest of my clothes and after a nice shower I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.

Thinking of Florence and how we stayed together for so long and then deserted me for years and I drifted off into a endless sleep if only it was endless it was the replay of my gunfight with Tommy “22” and his crooked deputies and I got shot and died over and over leaving Florence all alone on the train and I awake each night caked in sweat which is why I slept nude not just because the sheets were black and silk not to mention relaxing on my skin but when I awoke both of wounds would bleed some and burn just as they did 300 years ago. The only time I ever slept good and had peace was with Flo and now that she had disappeared again and the last time we talked was in 1968............


The following evening I awoke to the sun half setting and felt happily amorous for some strange reason for which had no answer so I got out of bed, showered, dressed, and headed for St. Gabriel’s. As I dressed in black dress shirt loose fitting by someone named Louis Vuitton very rich man he was and I adored his flavored taste in clothing styles which matching pinstripe vest that cost me around $350 but the original price was $800 because it was in high demand and the clerk that was helping was a male and he I found to be very attractive with serene deep green eyes and after a lengthy discussion about designs and well paid compliments he decided to drop the price if I had a drink with him sometime next week and I agreed. After I checked out Yori that was his name threw in a pair of silver slacks at no charge which I had graciously thanked him for. So I was as they say these days “playing for both teams” I could not help myself sometimes I did find certain men alluring either by their eyes, hair, or personality when I struck up a conversation never did I go to bed with a man ever in my life the closest I came was a kiss on his cheek and that was it. My lunger heart scorched for Florence no matter what. Anyway I brushed my thick long hair then had my next door neighbor who was a blind eighteen year old girl who loved simply adored my hair and braided it for me and I paid her twenty dollars for it cause she was so beautiful and small breasted and complained about how no boys would have her and I would laugh at her over that and told her everytime that Mr. Right was out in the world waiting for her and she said “Yeah right I’ve heard that bullshit from my parents all the damn time” so once she was done I paid her bowing respectfully and went to St. Gabriel’s. Taking a cab to my rendevous I paid and went inside making the sign of the Cross kissing my rosary hanging around my neck.

Going inside I realized I had interrupted a choir meeting consisting of eleven year old boys and girls dressed in maroon robes with gold lining and I bowed and apologized for the interruption and asked where Father Shannonwell was. The director said he was in his office down the hallway at the end pointing to her right which was my left and I followed her instructions and knocked three times and he said “It’s open” and so I opened the door and stepped in.
“Evening Father”
“Yes good evening Vincent how are you?”
“Pleased with myself and very amorous”
“Oh over what’s her name----“
“Florence shall we continue with our discussion from last night?”
“Yes but first I have to go and hear the children sing it’ll only take give or take an hour at most is that okay with you?”
“Yes I should like to watch and hear the little angels sing”
“Well then come with me” and he got up adjusting his all black attire with white collar and I followed in suit.
Sitting in the front pew I crossed my legs right over left and fiddled with my spur on my right boot until I heard the director who was a youthful woman whom was about 32 with a slim figure which was covered in a yellow daisy dress with a maroon hooded shirt unzipped by IZOD. She had short straight moptop brown hair that had a pearl colored headband pushed into the top of it and a pretty set of earrings of penguins which one of the boys said it was “Very very nice” and I smiled at this leaning back as Father Shannonwell joined me sitting on my right smiling brightly.
She tapped her stand lightly and the kids all hushed immediately and then with a wave of her wand they began to hum softly which turned into “Hark The Herald Angel” and I watched soaking up the sound like a dried up beach being teased by the Pacific in Malibu. He turned to me and said “Sherry is a very gifted Sunday School teacher” and I replied
“Yes she is but there is something up with her isn’t there?”
“She is going through a nasty divorce right now after her husband who’s a real bastard and wants everything”
“Why does he desire what possessions she owns?”
“I would imagine it’s because she told him last month that she cannot bear children for him”
I turned to him my concentration broken of the angels singing so lovingly.
“She cannot have children at all?”
“No not she was raped and scarred for life by her asshole father” then he prayed briefly and sighed running a hand through his goatee.
“How scarred?”
“After he raped her he poured gasoline over her crotch and----”
“Tell me no more” I said closing my eyes erasing that image out of my mind.
“I know but you could help her”
“I am not God!” I said in a low hiss.
“But isn’t it true that if you turn someone into a vampire everything is healed?”
“Physically yes but mentally and emotionally the immortal scar inflicted upon them from childhood stays” I answered a little more calm.
“Oh I forgot about state of mind my fault forgive me”
“I forgive you I could help her but I do not wish to doom her by a life of living by night and the only food she can have is human blood would you want that?”
“Well I mean I guess not it depends”
“Let us finish listening to the angels of innocence sing then we’ll pick up my tale after”
“Yes let’s” and we did sat there in silence washing our minds and bodies clean with holy Christian music from the mouths of purity.

After the children were picked up by their parents I was introduced to Sherry by him and I was taken aback at how beautiful her face minus the small mark left by her ex-husband which slightly angered me and in reading her mind I found out her address without her knowing Jason would have a reckoning later tonight. She had sweet adorable hazel eyes, pointyish nose, cute tiny lips, smooth face and skin as I clasped her right shoulder she tensed up and I let go.
“Sorry I do that all the time”
“It’s all right my dear” I said bowing politely.
“May I kiss your hand then?”
“I guess so” she said holding out her right hand and bending down slightly I kissed it gently and leaned back up.
“Such a gentleman you are”
“It is the Western way milady”
“Oh well I would love to continue this but I have to go home and get some rest”
“Well don’t let us keep you” and she parted our company after hugging Father Shannonwell briefly then scampered out the front doors.

“She is very rattled by the touch of a man”
“I know she may not ever be the same again”
“You know I could give her passion unknown to her make her mine forever but I will not”
“Because of Florence right?”
“Partly but mostly because it would be wrong”
“Ah yes good point shall we use the confessional booth or would you like to talk out here?”
“Hmmmmmmm it is a little stuffy in the booth so out here shall suffice”
“Where were we with you?”
“Ah yes I had just been turned into a vampire by her”
“Should I order pizza?”
“If you are hungry then order some”
“What about you?”
“I shall join you”
“But what of your diet?”
He leaned in and said “The Hell with it” and chuckled then pulled out his black RAZR, ordered it and twenty minutes later a young gentleman wearing a blue uniform shirt that read Domino’s on the left side and brown pants by Calvin Klein by the cut of them and brand new Adidas sneakers and Domino’s hat on backwards he handed Father Shannonwell three squares: two pizzas with cheese, sausage, pepperoni, ham, Canadian bacon, and one plain extra cheese pizza with a double order of breadsticks I chuckled as he paid the chap and sat down with the food and got plates from the kitchen in back and rushed back handing me one and serving me two slices one of each and I took a bite and picked up where I left off.


On the busted mattress I held Florence to me tightly we continued our electric kisses tilting our heads here and there darting our tongues in and out of each other’s mouths full of passion that was uncovered by her shovel of desire.
“Thank you for saving my life”
“You don’t have to thank me”
“Yes I do”
She put a finger to my lips and added “Your killing the mood by doing that”
“Liar” I said pecking her smooth glistened lips.
“Dirty rotten lunger” she said smiling broadly and I remembered why I was so in love with her.
Rolling over so she was under me I kissed her hard as she ran her hands through my short wavy hair which it was at the time and moaned forcing her tongue down my throat it was my turn to groan and breaking it slightly I said
“Ya know darling I am at an unfair advantage”
“Really how’s that my pretty lunger?” she said curving her words huskily.
“Well I am half dressed and you are fully dressed”
“And?”
I shook my head pressing it against her’s laughing.
“Come on give me a break I did get shot and almost died if it weren’t for you”
“You do have a point” she said pushing me up so she was sitting in my lap poised right over my fully cocked smoke wagon of bliss.
“So do I get you out of this lovely dress?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm good question”
“Stop teasing you priss” she slapped me and said “Bad naughty tall drink of water” guiding my hands to unfasten her dress a button at a time and there were five of em.
“You are the Antichrist I swear” I stated unbuttoning the second button pecking her left cheek.
“That I may be dear Vincent” she answered biting my lower lip teasingly pushing my hands away.
“Hey stop that!” I responded unbutton the remaining two pulling down her dress which had a blood stain from my wounds.
Florence shrugged helping me to remove her dress and sat it in a crumpled heap next the makeshift bed leaving her in her bustle which I untied and dropped on top of her dress leaving just her long pajamas made of soft cotton her dress shoes were sitting underneath the door of the train.

“Mmmmmmm now I’m comfortable” she said shivering with happiness kissing me fully.
“So am I” I replied kissing back running my hands all over her like race horses neck to neck in a race to the finish line.
She laid me down which I allowed her to do as she kissed my neck nibbling it tenderly I let my hands get tangled up in her bushy red waves of hair moaning softly. Closing my eyes I could hear her in my head whispering lovingly and laughing warmly as I felt her lips lock around my left ear licking and tugging on it; her hot breath in my ear cascading multiple vibrations throughout my whole body. I could feel her tight nipples rubbing through her pj’s against my bare smooth semi hairy chest as she blew into my ear letting a moan of pleasure escape my lungs.
“Heh my little lunger” Florence said kissing my hotly plunging her tongue into my mouth persistently massaging my tongue and purposefully she brushed her right knee against my bulging fly.
“Damn you stop teasing me you satin doll” I said a small tone of anger in my voice.
“Awwwwwww I like that you’re so cute when you’re pissed off” and kissed down my chest kissing my tight nipples tugging them just to hear me gasp in undeniable satisfaction.
“Oh my Florence yes my little devil” I said as she ran a hand over my bugle and squeezed it sitting up.
“Mmmmmmmmmm I’m tired” she said yawning.
“You’ve got to be kidding me!” I said blowing my temper and fighting the urge not to slap her again.
“Sorry Vincent sweetheart but I really am” she said trying not to smile.
“You little harlot!” I said and slapped her face then pushed her away.
She laughed and slapped me harder and punched my stomach where it hurt most and I groaned.
“Told ya it was gonna cost you” then she gently kissed my wound and tried to kiss my lips but I wouldn’t let her.
“Come on Vincent you know you want to kiss me come on lunger” she said huskily again and I looked at her.
“You would make an excellent nun my darling a certifiable oak of a nun!” I said smacking her buttocks.
She gasped and chuckled huskily taking my lips to hers and I relished in her glossy pink colored lips over and over squeezing her buttocks tightly and moaning as she responded to my bulging oak.
“I still hate you deep down you do know that?”
“Aww come on now don’t bring that up I thought we were done with this subject”
“Well yeah but-“
“But nothing should I turn-“
“No please no don’t do that then I’ll really be pissed off”
“So then shut up and kiss me” and she forced her tongue down my throat closing her mouth around mine and I groaned in shock darting my tongue into her mouth hard.
“There ya go” she said murmuring between electric kisses.
“Mmmmm hmmmmmmmm” I answered as she moved her head from left to right kissing me and squeezing my bugle.
“God Vincent I want you so bad” she said in my head voice full of erotic allure causing me to shake my head some and moan.
“So do I Florence god so do I” I replied bringing my hands up to undo her pajamas but then she stopped my progress leaving me with a bit of her cleavage sticking out.
“Mmmmmmm go ask for a blanket or two”
“Okay” I said getting up kissing her tasting her fresh silk lips and went to the cart the sun didn’t affect me and a waiter was walking pass and I asked him to get me two blankets and he did after I paid him sixty bucks to keep out of the luggage car. He winked and brought me two blankets fresh from first class.
Taking the blankets which had satin lining at either end I headed back to the luggage car and found Florence kneeling smiling lovingly at me.
Throwing the blankets at her she moaned as part of the satin lining brushed her breasts I climbed onto the mattress with her and kissed her cleavage and she said “Oh Vincent” holding my head in place laying back. Kissing softly I yanked her pajamas open letting her breasts jut forth and tight peaks come out to play I kissed her left tightened peak swirling my tongue around it and she gasped running her hands through my hair. Then I twisted her rosy ribbed peak and pulled it gently kissing her awaiting lips soothingly and she chuckled playfully biting my tongue and nibbling on it moaning wrapping her legs in turn around my waist.
“Mmmmm don’t you think we should get undressed?” I said as her cotton thighs squeezed my hips.
“Well then we should” Flo answered pushing my head down to her right ribbed peak which I took into my mouth kissing, swirling my tongue, and biting it which made her lurch up and purr softly. Whence I finished I swirled my tongue around it clockwise blowing softly on it watching the tip tighten even more and listen to her moan breathlessly. Our electric kisses continued as she rolled me over onto my back she kissed me with fevered passion from my lips to my ears right to left then down my chest slowly stopping at my buttoned pants smiling wickedly rubbing my bulge and squeezing it making me moan and beg for more.
“God stop teasing me Florence” I groaned as she raked my chest with her smooth soft cool hands causing my body to lurch under her. She stopped raking lightly and scooted down and undid my belt, unfastened my pants, and then torturously unzipped my fly super slow laughing at my complaints.
“Big crybaby this feel better?” Flo asked running her hand over my thick long stiffness.
“Mmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmmmmmmm much better”
“Uh huh and this also?” Flo stated juggling my berries in her hand slowly.
“You oak of tease stop playing around” I responded.
“Me a tease? No not at all” she said pulling off my pants and boots then standing up she let her pajama suit balloon at her feet and stepped out of them and laid down on top of me taking my erected hardness inside of her I felt her hair at her moistured pool and didn’t mind it that much as she brought up the blankets which were red wine in color to cover up to our necks as we french kissed each other. Tongues entwined mouths locked together hands interlocked with each other’s we parted our liplock to catch our breath chucking softly she started sliding up and down pecking me here and there as she maneuvered up and down my body.
“God Flo so damn good mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm” I said as she bit my chest playfully. Her skin was silky soft from what I could get my hands around to but I was determined to explore every bit of her silky satin undead flesh one day but for now I would settle for this.
Florence kissed her way down my taut stomach kissing my little scar just above my belly button and I shuddered pushing her bushy hair back I moaned as she continued down my hardness slipping out of her pool of pleasure.


She looked up at me smiling that sweet innocent smile as my hardened sex stood erect in front of her mouth and I said as her nose touched the tip of my sex.
“Well what are you waiting for?” as a small glob oozed free.
“Christmas my baby lunger” and slithered her tongue out to lap the small glob up like a snake and swallowed my love juice.
“So how’d it taste?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmm no comment” she remarked chuckling and kissing the tip of my sex then kissing back up to my mouth bringing her index finger of her right hand into my mouth which I tasted and moaned.
“So how do I taste my little lunger?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm no comment” and we both laughed kissing passionately savoring in our love juices mixing between the interchanging electric kisses. Next Florence sat up riding my hard sex slowly her eyes changing to serene honey which shine even in the shadow which we had to ourselves her hands cradled my neck which reeked of orange flower and precious jasmine freshly covered in morning dew then she massaged my shoulders throwing her head back moaning and she mashed her hips into my crotch I groaned meeting her pace which was a smooth gallop as I felt her secret pool of wetness leaking onto my oak which in turn made me lurch up and made her moan. My hands spider walked up her tummy to her full breasts hanging there bouncing lightly as she rode me like a mare fast and hard which was alluring to my senses as I pulled on her ribbed peaks then sat up to nibble and kiss on the spongy taste of them cupping her naked buttocks tightly licking her right nipple like a kitten.
“Vincent naughty little lunger god you feel so good inside me!” she cried out digging her nails into my back causing me to wince in minor discomfort.
“Florence my lovely nightingale cum for me my love” I croaked as she leaned against me fully and I laid back down holding her to me enjoying the sweat drenching heat of ours bodices tangled like fish caught in a fisherman’s net.
“Sweet Florence god you’re so wet and so so radiant”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm my baby cur” she said huskily brushing her lips with mine romantically prating my lips with her tongue she plunged it in to dance with mine grinding her wetness against my oak ready to let warm sap explode inside her and she knew this because she was at the point I was just begging to let her pool overflow over my oak.
“Dear Vincent let go inside me” she said in that enticing voice with full huskiness in it.
“Oh god yes sweet jesus yes” as I let my sap spill inside her fully and then she let her pool overflow onto my hardened oak coating it all over climaxing at the same time we both moaned loudly kissing inbetween moans she slowed her sliding down till she was motionless in my arms moaning contentedly tracing my little chest hairs.
“It’s so warm” I said my eyes closed absent-mindedly brushing her hair with my right hand.
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm Vincent it feels like warm milk and honey mixing all inside of me” Florence said kissing my right nipple tugging it lightly then looking up at me she asked
“So am I better than any of those whores I mean girls that you had just before I came to see you?”
“Mmmmmmmmmmmmm tough question but it’s for me to know and you to find out” I winked at her as she kissed me.
“I am better than those two put together” she said tapping her right temple indicating that she read my mind.
“Why you little tart!” I shouted but my shout was silenced by her mouth over mine passionately tongue massaging mine in turn I caressed her back with the satin lining and she tugged my lower lip and spoke “You are so bad you naughty little cur” and after about fifteen minutes of kissing and caressing we fell asleep holding each other tenderly warmed by the cotton blankets lined with satin.


At around 7:00 p.m. that evening I awoke to an empty bed and saw Florence standing by the doorway wearing only her blue dress and hat admiring me as I lay there half awake.
“Why’d you get up?” I asked half sitting up.
“Because we need to get off this train and catch the next one at 3:00 a.m. sweetheart so get dressed” she said half smiling as I grabbed up my pants and fastened them shut followed by my boots with spurs and stood up folding the two blankets neatly smiling then sitting them on top of my stuff I pulled on my gun belt tucking my Swords away followed by my jacket we got off the train. Heading to the car in front of us I got Johnny Boy out and petting him he snickered then I gestured to him for Florence to ride him into town.
“Why thank you kind sir” she said curtsying politely and I helped her up onto the saddle and he wavered some but then settled.
“My, my a bit giddy isn’t he?”
“He jus needs to stretch ‘is legs is all” then after tying my stuff to him we went off into the western town of Oklahoma near the state line of New Mexico.
“He’s so calm now that I’m riding him” Flo stated.
“Yes I guess that gunfight from the other day whooooooooo this burg is jumpin’!” I commented taking in the sights, smells, and sounds of Oaktown which is what the welcome sign said at the entrance to the burg. There were about ten buildings which included: a couple bars, barbershop, three hotels, local grocery store, sheriff’s office which I hoped had pure lawdogs, a church, and other various little homes surrounding the town which were spread out and the farthest one was four miles away.
So we came to a stable tied up Johnny Boy and headed for the first hotel that we saw after I helped her down from the saddle. The hotel was named Little Oak as I gazed at the sky dark as oil covered with stars but no moon I opened the door to Little Oak and let her in following suit.
“Well you new here?” The owner who was in his late 40's with a clean shaven face and short wavy black hair matching eyes, slim build, wearing a spectacle over his left eye, and a white short sleeve shirt, and blue pinstripe pants and dress boots.
“Yes we are as a matter of fact on our way to Tombstone” I said to the man.
“So are you two married?” the man said glancing over Florence as she looked around then met the man’s gaze.
Both of us looked at each other and she spoke up “We’re engaged aren’t we darling?” then put her hand up to me which I kissed and replied “Why yes we are my good man”
“Good because we have a good deal for newlyweds like yourselves our biggest room if you’ll follow me” he said then added “By the way name’s Mackle John Henry Mackle anything you need on where the best betting tables are you just ask me” Mackle said leading us upstairs behind the counter and down the right end which he stopped us at door number five which was painted in tapioca white but fading away he opened it up and ushered us in as a small group of drovers and bummers walked past us laughing and para