HAHAHAHAHAHAAAA ok, now that thats out of the way, here is my story..... it's probably not very good, it's my first story... but anyhoo, if you dont like it, dont read it, and CERTAINLY dont leave negative comments. If you DO comment, just leave something to help me make it better, like suggestions.... and thats it :) ENJOY :D I DO NOT OWN YOUNG GUNS (although i wish i did...)

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The day those Five men rode into Silver City New Mexico was the day that My life changed for good. They were a rugged bunch, you could tell they were wanted men just by looking at em. Clarissa and I watched them tether their horses outside of the brothel and file slowly in. We heard their voices as they entered, and we put on our working faces.
Clarissa, a blond of average height, was usually the most popular among the newer patrons. She was my best friend, and had come to the brothel a year of so after I had. But I had more of a reputation among the local folk. There were other girls, too, of course, but they were newer, and couldn't quite hold their own yet.
Clarissa and I checked each other over before heading down to meet the boys. When we reached to bottom of the stairs, we saw that they had already met the owner of the establishment- a rather disagreeable man in his late forties. Bald, short, fat, and ugly. Unshaven and sweaty. He was my uncle. Thank god there was no resemblance.
He carried on the usual boastful conversation with the one who looked as if he might have been in charge. Clarissa and I joined the other girls in sauntering around the room eying the boys. The one my uncle was talking to, a short blond one, had caught Clarissa's attention and she was eying him provocatively as he stared back with a smirk on his face, ignoring my uncle's rant.
I raked my eyes over the others one by one. Next in line was a tall dusty-blond, unshaven, and carrying a buffalo rifle. He was handsome enough, but didn't do much for me, so I left him for one of the other girls. I moved on to the next two, who were standing side by side, looking slightly uncomfortable. One was tall and dirty, and was chewing tobacco. The other was short and stalky, brown haired and with a button nose. Neither were much to look at, so I left them as well.
But when the last one caught my eye, my heart skipped a beat. He was Indian, no doubt about it. He had long black hair and dark eyes, along with tan skin and a slightly bored expression. But he was very, very handsome. He saw my stare, and lifted the corner of his mouth into a polite smile. I smiled back seductively and followed him into the main room.
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My Uncle invited them to sit on the many overstuffed pieces of furniture that littered the room. I walked over to the corner by the stair case and Clarissa met me there.
"So what're ya thinking, Kate?" she asked in her slow Texas drawl.
"I'm thinking that Indian over there is one mighty fine piece 'a work."
"Indian? I didn't see."
"He's over- never mind. Who're you likin'? I asked, as if I hadn't noticed.
"Ooh, that blond over there is something."
"He looks like he thinks highly enough of you." he did. He was ogling her from his seat across the room.
"Aright. Time to work our magic."
Clarissa laughed and walked over to the blond, who greeted her with some smooth comment. I paused for a moment before making my way over to the Indian. He looked around at me as I sat behind him on a wooden chair and began playing with his hair. He smiled a little, and turned around. We sat for another few minutes, listening to some idle chatter between the men and the women. Then, as Clarissa led the blond up the stairs, I stood and took my Indian by the hand and followed.
We made our way to my room, and I allowed him to go in first and make him self comfortable. He walked over to the bed and sat down, pulling the handkerchief from around his neck. I closed the door behind me and made my way over to a bottle of whiskey that I kept in my room for the patrons.
I picked it up and showed it to him.
"Would ya like some whiskey?"
He nodded, and I poured him a small glass and one for myself. I walked over to the bed and handed him his glass. He took a small drink, and flinched from the bitter taste. I laughed and set my glass down. I wasn't a heavy drinker, but it had a strong affect on me. I only really used it for the ugly men.
I reached over and drew his face closer, but he pushed me away.
"What?" I couldn't help but be a little offended. No one had ever pushed me away before.
"Is this what you really want?"
"Yes, of course. Why else would I be doing it?"
He gave me a look.
"Alright, it's not exactly what I've always wanted to do, but it serves its purpose. As long as it puts food in my mouth. Now come here."
I leaned in, but he drew away again.
"Please," I pleaded. " I need the money. Just enjoy it." I leaned in one more time, but he pulled away again, reaching into his shirt pocket. He pulled out a few pieces of paper and handed them to me. I stared at them. Three dollars.
"This is enough for the whole night. If you don't want to do that then what's this for?"
"I want you to tell me about yourself. I've been on a horse for three days now. I could do with a good story."
I laughed and placed the money on the bed stand.
"Alright, where should I start?"

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