NO NAMES
The
young lady stumbled out of the General Store and directly into the arms of
the strappingly good-looking, unsuspecting cowboy.
“Whoa,
ma’am,” the brown-haired man reacted and steadied her.
“I’m
so sorry.” She smoothed her
dress and then looked up.
“I…” she stammered, seeing a dimpled smile spread
across the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. “I…I am sorry, sir.”
“My
pleasure.” The cavernous – deep enough to jump in and hide in –dimpled
smile spread, reaching his eyes. “Are you alright, ma’am?”
“Are
you hurt?” the blond man asked pushing
his partner slightly aside. “Here, let me help you with those packages.” He held
out his hands.
She
looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever
seen; they put sapphires to shame.
She looked at the bags in her hands, hmmm, maybe she had time to visit
the jeweler. “Oh, these foolish
things….” She blushed thinking what she had purchased. “Here,” she handed over one of her bags so she could fan herself from the
sudden heat that had overtaken her.
She sighed, getting caught up in the wondrous
pools of water he called eyes.
“Oh, I’m rather parched,” she stated, never taking
her eyes off the mesmerizing orbs. Just to hop in and cool off in those aquamarine pools of life would certainly cool me off, she thought.
Rolling
coffee-colored eyes were met with a smirk from the cherubic-faced one.
“Ma’am,
can I get you some water?” the man in the tan pants asked.
Turning
towards the silky voice, she smiled, “Why thank
you, but I am fine.” She
sucked in her breath and bit her lip looking
at the way the navy blue shirt fit the man. If
I fainted, which of these lovely specimens would catch me, which one would I
like to catch me? She thought to herself as she was lost in the beautiful
music that was his voice. She noticed his long tapered
fingers resting oh so innocently on his hips, and
she swayed.
“Can
we help you get somewhere?” The other fella pushed the brim of his
brown hat up so he could see her better, so she could see him better. She was
young, but not too young, with long flowing hair which he assumed meant she
wasn’t married. He liked
what he saw, but she liked what she saw even better. He flashed her one of
his you can’t resist me smiles.
“No,”
she absently responded and shifted the remaining bag in her hand; it
slipped. Bending down to get it, she noticed the low slung gun belt, hanging ever so
enticingly on the hips of the man with the grey pants. She gasped and fanned herself once
more. Oh what could be better, she thought… chaps! She
blushed at the thought and concentrated on just breathing.
“Ma’am,”
he ran his hand through his golden curls, “are you alright?”
Baby-blues
met deep thinking eyes as the partners shrugged.
“Ma’am?”
the cowboy with the black hat inquired.
Caught
by the luxurious tone of his voice, she looked up and into delicious pools of
chocolate. She licked her lips. “Mmmm…”
escaped through them as her eyes never left his. Her heart beat a little faster as the cowboy
tipped his hat so far back that it should have
fallen off, but somehow it remained in place, on top of the cocoa-colored
mane.
Uncomfortable
with the scrutiny, and with his silver tongue abandoning him, he shifted. “Ma’am?”
Undaunted,
she stared back at the rich, dark chocolate
candy pieces that were staring back at her. Her mind wandered again, diving
into the lakes of ecstasy; bathed in pure unadulterated liquid chocolate.
Suddenly,
she blinked, shook her head and basically snapped out of it. “I’m really hungry. Well, actually
I need something sweet, like chocolate!” she announced, took the bag
out of the slightly younger partner’s hand,
turned on her heels and walked back into the General Store.
The
best friends looked at each other and chuckled.
“Whiskey?” the gunslinger
asked.
“Poker,”
the leader of the most successful outlaw gang
replied.
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