by Just Plain Bob
A man's got to do, what a man's got to do. End of the lesson! Thanks for the story.
good story Mr. Just Plain Bob
first ever 5-star score I've given ya
no regrets
Everyone likes a good Western, and I reckon I'm no exception. You done good, Bob. 5* ~~JB
A nod to Larry McMurtry and ‘Lonesome Dove’, with Anna as the sympathetic prostitute. I especially liked the use of vernacular. Very enjoyable story. Thank you much.
Nice little story Bob. Too bad it wasn't just 'Part 1', could have made for a nice saga.
Doc
In the wild west, the faster hand made all the rules. In caveman days it was the meanest S.O.B. that made all the rules. Today it's the wealthiest bastards that make all the rules. Nothing's changed, except the way we measure things.
Good one, Bob.
Great story, short but all the goood parts are there, always like a good western
Him: "Hi Whore"
Her: "Lol I'll marry you"
Him: "Wooo I was just thinking about that. Did you read my mind? Are you a witch or something? Well I'm a Christian so I expect you to convert because I ain't gonna be lettin my new whore wife hang out in graveyards with fat angry teenage girls at night smoking clove cigarettes. That ain't proper"
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Him: "Pfft I don't care. I gotta gun sucka. lol It's the old timey times! DNA and forensic haven't been invented yet and there's a whole lotta nothing to hide a body!"
Her: "What the hell are you talking about? What did I get myself into?"
Him: "I'm on top of the world! I just got me a whore wife! She's had a lot of practice with countless partners so you know that will make her a good wife!"
Her: "I can't help but feel like that was an insult. I can cook too. And faithful"
Him: "HA! Bullshit. You're a whore I know nothing about. I ain't dumb."
Her: "I'm going back to the whore house"
Him: "No you ain't. You ain't been listening. I says I have a gun. HA yeah see? Goddamn I feel good. It's old timey days! I'm white and a man and going to marry a whore and it don't matter because HIV ain't been invented yet! Too bad for you whore wife cuz we're about to pass the whore house. Coulda saved you a walk"
Her: "What the hell? We've been going in circles? What the hell have I gotten myself into?"
Him: "Woooo old timey days! Drinking and driving isn't illegal yet! God damn I'm fucking hard right now. Grab me my lawn darts in the back so I can throw them at the black folks chickens! Hey and also clean up back there. Just throw it outside on the ground. We livin in the good times right now and gotta enjoy it while we can before talking picture boxes make us feel like shit because we put a hole in the sky and make it so it rain acid. OH SHIT I just realized something! It's the old timey times! Stop what you're doing whore wife and take this here nickle and buy me all the boxes of sudafed the chemist has. I got me a little project I think can help us make some money. Use the change to get me something with cocaine in it and morphine if they got it so I can party tonight. I Won't be sharing but you can whore yourself for a buck so you can get something for yourself "
Nice story, reasonably well crafted. A pleasant read although it could have been filled out a little for me. I am just a Simple Red Neck and like red neck stories where the bad girls get nekked and the bad boys get shot. And the survivors live happily ever after.
JPB does it again with another winner! 5 big ones for JPB Great Story, Great Writing, and a happy ending on top of that! Thank You Bob for a good effort for all the guys that like to read the great works here on Literotica. You are one of the best. Thanks for the effort. Buster2U
I've read must of your stories and this one will always be my favorite. Well crafted story.
Good, short and to the point. Realist presentation although he probably owned the bar and hotel since he won in an unfair fight.
And the two boys ended up as ranch hands for some easterner, Teddie Rose or somethin like that, until he sold out after the big freeze of '87. After that they just drifted away somewheres. The girl worked little jobs around town until she took up her Ma's old trade. Didn't last but a couple years till she died of the French disease just like her Ma and Pa before her. One of the Michigan boys bought the farm and now runs his 320 with his oldest son. Guess it wouldn't have mattered much if the Indians had got her too when they got her family. Nothins left of them in these parts but a couple of grave markers.
It was only worth a 4, but you always get one more from me for killing the asshole. Would give you a 6 for Anna's kill but they won't let me. Thanks for the effort.
Bob, wrote a decent story. I really liked it. Saved a poor girl from a short life of whoring in the old west.
As usual, that "just plain" fellow knocked one over the fence. But he might be a tad off with the .22 caliber, which, if I remember, was developed in 1887.
Cute story, appreciated it. Only thing missing was Pauline French's great great great grandma lol
Bood and short, although i’m a bit confusie hé bot QuickType aaide Durlinger the scouting, or Thatcher bar owner was Readly slow, or the ‘hero’ had super powers
When you marry a whore, it is best to move far enough away so that her past doesn’t follow her. If they stay near town, someday, their kids and grandkids will learn the truth. But move further away and you can come up with a great backstory for her, that nobody will ever question.
Anonymous1 day ago
"When you marry a whore, it is best to move far enough away"
Out west after the war many of the single women were prostitutes. History says that all the Earp brothers wives were prostitutes, one or more were madams. As "sporting men" that's what they were around all day and night.
Well written quick story - enjoyed the reading time!
As always look forward to what you will share next!
Please do keep writing and I will keep reading.
Two sons and a daughter; it that all? I though many farm families wanted lots of children to help work the family farm.
Nice simple story of a very simple time, what you might call the good old days. Do unto others before they do unto you.................5 stars
Finally, a story that fits the language JPB uses. It's like Norm MacDonald writing erotic fiction.
Great tale of great time.............
nothing complicated, everything realistic.......
successful Love Story of a Knight in Shining Armour and a Damsel in Distress
5 star
This one had a bit more resolution than the typical JPB story, and the story was better for it.
Nice Western tale. A couple of minor mispellings, grammar & history mistakes that do not distract from the story line.
In response to katib: the .22 caliber was introduced by Frenchman Nicolas Flobert in 1845 as the ".22 BBC" (Bulleted Ball Cap), intended for indoor parlor shooting - popular at the time. It was the first self-contained metallic cartridge and featured a .22 caliber, 20-grain lead ball seated in a chlorate primed percussion cap with folded rim. There was no other propellant, and cartridge had no sporting use other than a pasttime for the gentry.
In 1857, Smith & Wesson increased the length of Flobert's case by one-third, added 4 grains of FFFFg black powder and seated a 29-grain conical lead bullet on top of it. In 1859, Christian Sharps introduced the 4-barrel Pepperbox (Patent number 22753) in .22 caliber as a self-defense pocket pistol; some 85,000 were made between 1859-1868.
What we today call the .22 Long RIfle was introduced in 1887.
Cute story, but I'd imagine that poor Anna had a whole passel of sti's and likely syphilis to boot.