"A career Ended"

"Cavendish does the dirty"

"Harrington loses her leg to Cavendish"

It was all over the news; the talented brilliant and promising dancer from Colby, Texas; Red Harrington was laid within her hospital bed. A private room with plenty of reading material. Her long term boyfriend and lover; Butch Cavendish, the outlaw and murderer had just turned on the woman he loved. Cutting off her leg and within her eyes eating it. Making her ill. She had been in hospital for two weeks so far; the leg she had now a stump made her feel ill; her hopes and dreams where gone. The time in bed laying made her thing, he never gave her the chance to explain her 5 month pregnant belly was carrying his daughter.

Red laid there quietly just watching the days past by; her friend promised her that today he would come with the leg he promised her; it was to made out the finest Ivory with gorgeous detailing and a secret gun that no one would know about. Once he came he moved up her skirts and put on the leg; showing her how to put it on and take it off anytime she wished it.

"Thank you dear sir. I shall not forget this kindness. It will mean I will be able to work again and walk; knowing I'll not have to pick out the wooden splinters into my..." Red said weakly hesitating a little "Leg."

"It's Fine dear lady. It is a pleasure to help you. I have friend... Who would be willing to offer you a job. Since dancing is something you... Sadly can't do anymore" The young well suited gentlemen said as he stood up bowing gently to a woman he admire.

"Yes sir. If she would be willing to give me home and board"Red replied as she sat up slowly brushing her beautiful vibrant red hair.

The young gentleman nodded going out of the private room into the corridor to his elderly friend, whom walked in front of him into Red's private rooms to discuss work and offer her a job chance at making it in the future; making a name for herself. The woman was old; her grey hair laid down her back of the emerald colored dress she wore which married perfectly with her green eyes.

"Mademoiselle Red; I am Helga, brothel madame. I run a slowly improving and popular brothel, just outside the town of Colby. It is not much but I think if customers knew the famous and wonderful Red Harrington worked there it would improve and bring in more money. I wish you to offer a job with me; in return on my sudden death you shall be the next brothel madame; giving you a future and a name for yourself." Helga said as she walked up to the bed and sat on the edges watching her, knowing Red possessed a fake leg.

Red looked rather shocked; a brothel madame wanted her to work for her. She was a dancer; she couldn't be a dancer anymore but being a whore was not in her list of possible jobs. Thought her kindness of the job and the chance of being a well named woman; a business woman, a high classed lady. It was worth the chance; a good chance for her baby; her only care was the child she carried in her belly; the little girl she wanted more than anything to keep her safe from her murderous father.

"And what of my child; the child i carry in my belly; What will become of my daughter?" Red asks innocently.

"No; the child shall go into care. No matter what you do in this town, that child will be lost to you. You will not be able to support it. I am giving you the best future and for the future children you have; this child; this bastard is nothing to you" Helga said in a sharp serious tone. "As you can no longer dance; you will become a whore and sleep with the clients keep them happy make them spend more money, obviously after the birth of your bastard girl."

"I'll accept then" Red said softly as she took the bed sheets from her; getting onto her feet; and walked slowly; trying to get used the Ivory leg. Ready to leave the hospital and move into her new home; preparing for the birth of her daughter. She wished for this child more than anything her pride and joy.

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Days passed by going into weeks and into months. It was rather boring and quite for Red; who was locked in her chambers waiting on the birth of her child; away from the eyes of men, away from there temptation. The child kicked and moved rather a lot; not enough to hurt Red, but enough to make Red talk to her belly, rub it. Falling in love with her child more than anyone could ever love there child.

Since the day Red left the hospital 3 an a half months had pasted. Making her 8 and a half months pregnant; she was due any time soon. A woman stayed with her once she embarked on her 8th month. A well trained midwife; the best in Colby.

The labour came quickly during the night; she woke up and moaned in pain; her waters broke and her eyes widen. "The baby is coming" She shouted just enough for the midwife to hear.

It was early hours of the morning and took 5 hours before the little game came into the world. The first daughter of Red Harrington. A beautiful blond beauty with bright blue eyes like that of her father Butch Cavendish, and the features of her mother. Thought no one knew how she had blonde hair. A little girl called Violet.

"She is perfect" Red said as the little girl was placed naked into her arms, which she held close to her chest; protective of her little girl. "My perfectly little Violet, Mommy love you so much." She says sweetly as looking down at her little beauty kissing her forehead softly; wishing she didn't have to give up the child.

Within a few hours of her birth Red gently held the child against her bare; milk filled breast; helping the child wrap her mouth gently and all the way around her nipple to suck and drinking the milk, just as the brothel madame Helga walked in seeing them together; which didn't warm up the evil heart she had.

"You should not have feed the child Mistress Red... It will make it hard for you to separate the bond; You have a job to do; the child will not leave for the orphanage in the morning" Helga said seriously as walking over to her to look at the baby and the body of Red. "You will not work until you lose the baby fat you will keep your breasts milking thought... might help bring in more money."

"Let me keep the child for the two weeks I must be locked in my chambers to lose the belly I had my baby in... I can feed my child, give her my breast keep her strong, keeping me lactating... Give me memories of my Violet. Please let me" Red begged holding the little child close to her breast looking down into Violets eyes smiling.

"Very well.. Two weeks and that bastard girl is out and in the orphanage" Helga said proudly just before leaving Red's room's and heading to her office to work.

Each day she had with her daughter was perfectly; walking her in town to water area's anywhere and everywhere she possibly could within the two weeks she could spend with her child. She was sad that a day past meaning one less with her precious daughter. They went by far too fast for her. As each day went by Red got pictures and memories and a lock of her hair which was placed in a little box.

The box was made specially, it was out of oak, with an engraved Jasmine flower and the writing; Violet Elizabeth Harrington. 12th October 1854.

The 14th day came and Red woke up from her bed to see her child had already been taken off her during the night, she lost her baby; her little Violet was gone.