KITTY'S RETURN
WHAT WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF KITTY RETURNED TO DODGE IN THE 20TH SEASON AND WHERE HAD SHE BEEN? I HAVE SET THIS BETWEEN THE END OF SEASON 19 AND INTO SEASON 20. A million thanks to my Beta and friend, Dodge City Angel, whose hard work and excellent suggestions have added so much to this story. You did a wonderful job. Any mistakes are mine.
CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING
His arm reached out and he tried to pull the redhead back into bed as she slid away from him. They had just made love and he couldn't think of any reason why she would leave him and their cozy bed.
"It's stuffy in here. I'm just going to open the window a little," she reassured him, looking over her shoulder.
He lay there admiring her beautiful, shapely body. Those red curls streaming down her back and her skin, smooth and creamy like marble, entranced him. She walked with an easy grace yet was so sensual in all she said and did with him.
Sliding into the silky sheets, she put her arms around him and leaned in for a kiss. "Mm mm..." she murmured as she ran her hand down his thigh.
His eyes crinkled as he grinned at her and said, "Don't start anything you don't intend to finish, young lady."
Looking up at him with sapphire eyes, she sighed, "When haven't I always finished what I started?"
He laughed. "Let me count the ways."
She tried to sound indignant. "I'm not the one always getting us interrupted."
Pulling her to him and kissing her neck, he breathed, "It's too late for interruptions tonight or should I say this morning."
Of course, it wasn't, for just as things were getting intense they heard the fire bell and the shouts, "The livery stable is on fire!"
Sitting up, they said at the same time, "Buck!"
Matt Dillon jumped up and grabbed his pants as he turned to Kitty Russell and told her, "Stay here!"
So intent in getting to the scene of the fire, the marshal tripped over a pant leg and, while trying to right himself, overcompensated and went flying into Kitty's desk, knocking it over. Ink and pens went flying and desk drawers spilled out their contents all over the floor. Kitty rushed to him. "Are you all right, Cowboy?"
"Just my pride is hurt," he replied as he righted himself, pulling a fistful of papers with him. Finally getting into his pants, he took his shirt from her and dropped the letters on the bed, but not before noticing that the return address read, "Will Stambridge". As the fire bell continued to sound, there was no time to discuss anything else. Finishing dressing as fast as he could, he repeated that she should stay there and hurried out the door.