The continuing saga of Sheriff Loner, former US Marshal Kramor, Dancing Girl Gigi, the mysterious Darkpoet (hopefully ), and...whoever else moved from Vehemence Town...
WARNING!!! Disclaimer:
This topic contains romantic storylines. Anyone reading these storylines runs a high risk of developing irreversible tooth decay. Should you choose to continue, you may want to bring along an airsickness bag. This topic will not be responsible for loss of teeth, gagging, or any other adverse effects experienced from witnessing romantic encounters. You've been fairly warned.
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<Waverly pokes head in wondering if this thread is for him>Sex or just romance?
You know, Loner, I teased about the romance angle, but IMHO a bit of romance belongs in any fantasy story. I find it hard to believe that all heroes and heroines are supposed to be these celibate, asexual beings.
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
Loner: So far the story is riviting. I must say, I haven't read a story this good since, well ever. And I really like what you've done with the teeth. Nice touch. Now I'm involved. I worry what will happen to the teeth next. Will the teeth fall in love? Its just too much for me!
(j/k j/k j/k !!!
Waverly: "heroes are supposed to be these celibate, asexual beings" ??? So THAT'S my problem!
That there; exactly the kinda diversion we coulda used.
Originally posted by Waverly:
<STRONG>I find it hard to believe that all heroes and heroines are supposed to be these celibate, asexual beings.</STRONG>
Give your advice to them, then.
Look at Brink now. You can't believe he is the same person who wondered what is the point of sending flowers to girls. That was only a few months ago, you know...
"Strength without wisdom falls by its own weight."
A word to the wise is sufficient Minerva (Semi-retired SYMer)
Ranching was hard work, but it was better than being a marshall. Kramor didn't have to stay in flea ridden hotels, or sleep on the ground. The ranch had prospered, and with Blue and Tsai helping, it made things easier.
What made things even easier was, he found someone he could care for. Him and Loner were getting married in six months. But, the image of Gigi was still on his mind. Kramor just couldn't get her out of his mind. When helped Loner around town, he would see her, once an while. She was drinking a lot, and he felt responsable.
Kramor rode the fence line to check for brakes, when he heard a rider approaching.
"Kramor, we need your help. Gigi,is busting up the saloon."
"Where is the sheriff?"
"She's transporting a prisoner to Santa Fe."
"Great, alright I'll be there soon."
Kramor rode back to the ranch and told Blue what was going on. Blue just looked at him with no expression, Kramor knew what he was thinking. Gigi, picked a perfect time to do something, with Loner being gone. Kramor headed in to town, riding in a chair went through the window or the saloon. He could hear Gigi screaming, that she wanted more whiskey. As Kramor walked in the door, she started to fall to the floor. He rushed to catch her, she had past out. Kramor carried Gigi, to her room. Putting her in bed, he sat in a chair to wake up, to find out what the hell was wrong with her.
Loner was tired. The trip to Santa Fe had been long, she had had to put up with the prisoner's foul mouth (till she gagged him), and technicalities with the transfer had not gone smoothly. She rode back to town at an easy pace.
She wished she could talk to Brink. She could use some advice. She had never been a sheriff before; and though her experience as deputy back in Vehemence Town taught her something of being a lawkeeper, the vigilante in her wasn't dead yet. There were many times she just wanted to shoot a murdering coward instead of see him go to trial with a good lawyer and get out of the jail she'd just put him in...she sighed. Staying within these boundaries was harder than she had thought.
But she consoled herself with the knowledge that crime had dropped since her tenure here. After word had spread that she was a faster draw and more accurate shot than everyone else who'd underestimated her, troublemakers pretty much stopped coming around. Though of course there was the occasional disturbance...
She also consoled herself with Kramor. As she thought of him, she smiled; but pain crossed her tired face and a lump rose in her throat at the same time. She passed a hand over her face. "Stop this now," she said aloud, and struggled against the fear that still gnawed at her heart. She had asked him, and his reply was always the same; but nothing he said could completely assure her...
She arrived in town and tethered her horse outside the saloon. After this day, she needed a drink. She opened the door...and immediately her boot crunched on broken glass. She raised her eyes to a scene she could not believe.
"What...in the name of Christmas...went on in here?" she asked the bartender, blinking.
The barkeep was in the midst of cleaning up, along with his waiters. He shook his head and gave Loner a look she recognized. She sighed heavily and shook her head. "Not again..." She was getting tired of locking Gigi up. She never relished the task anyway..."I'll take care of it in the morning, Vern," she called to the bartender on her way out.
She rode out to the ranch, and found Blue, leaning against a fence and smoking.
Darkpoet came up behind Kramor.
"How is she doing?"
Kramor jump up with his gun pulled, he holster it when he saw Darkpoet.
"She is sleeping off, the whiskey. Why are you here?"
"I saw Loner, get in then head to the ranch. Go home, I'll watch her."
"Thanks, at least someone else wants her to get better. DP, try to keep her away from the bottle. I'll see you later."
When Kramor left, Darkpoet sat down and look at Gigi. He wanted to help her, but how?
Kramor rode in, getting down from the horse and leading it into the barn. Blue was taking off the saddle of Loner's horse. Kramor pulled the saddle and blanket off his horse, taking the bit out, he gave the horse some oats. Then he brushed the horse down, he looked up and Blue was looking at him.
"You told her, didn't you?"
Blue shook his head yes. He pointed to the house. "You better go in before, she drinks all the whiskey."
Kramor walked into the house, to see Loner crying at the table. The tears had smuged the dust on her face.
"You had to go see her, didn't you?", she cried.
"Loner I went, because you were gone. I promised you, I would do that for you."
Kramor wiped the tears, from her face.
"Why are you crying?"
Loner smiled at him sadly. "You don't have to ask me that, surely. I've tried, I have. I've tried to trust you and not be terrified every time you have to see her. But she...she's beautiful, Kramor...and I never know whether you're thinking about her..."
He bent down next to Loner.
"I do think of her, she's a friend and I don't like what she is doing to herself. I do the samething everytime you go out by yourself. You never ask me to go along. As for beautiful, I want to know, who said you were not beautiful? So I can shoot them."
Gigi woke up, coughing. Her head was throbbing. Opening her eyes, she rolled over, wondering if she had any whisky left, and came face to face with Darkpoet. Before he could say anything she turned away, and buried herself under the blanket.
Loner smiled in spite of herself. "I'm sorry, Kramor, I am," she said, and looked him in the eye. If you keep doing this, you're going to drive him away... "I love you with all my heart, and I'm just...scared. That is why I'm crying. To answer your question."
Kramor looked at her, took a deep breath, then let it out.
"Alright then, looks like you and I worry about the same thing. Each other, which I suppose is normal, I hope." He leaned over and gave her a kiss.
"Why don't you go get cleaned up and get some sleep. You have to tell Gigi, she has to pay for a broken window, tomorrow."
Darkpoet got up and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Gigi, why are you doing this to yourself? You have a career, that's amazing and you are throwing it away, In a bottle? What happened, I want to know what happened?"
Gigi shook her head. "What's the point? I got a career, huh? That's great, I can be adored by thousands... and loved by none of them. Get off my back, DP."
Darkpoet was hurt by the comment, he hoped his face didn't show it. He wanted to shake her around and yell, but he kept his composure.
"You ever think one might, love you? Or are you too bullheaded to see past Kramor and look to see if there is others?"
), and...whoever else moved from Vehemence Town...
