Disclaimer: If I owned them, I wouldn't be sitting here and vicariously living out my
fantasies through these fics.
Rating: PG-13, for language at points, but I guess R due to the subject matter at others.
Author's Note: If you've read my ATF fics, then you already know who Julian is and the explanation I spend in this fic will just be a rehash for you. However, I did make some changes (a few blatant ones, to be sure) that I think pertain to the subject matter more closely than if I made Old West Julian the same as ATF Julian. Oh, and I know the title makes no sense, but I hope that over the days, I'll come up with a better one and rename it. So without further ado . . .
Another Day Out West
Prologue
The dust from the trail invaded the small confines of the stagecoach as it lumbered across the miles carrying its passengers to their destination in the New Mexican territory. One of the tired passengers, a young woman in her early twenties, absentmindedly smoothed a pleat on her full skirt. Tired from looking out the small window of the coach at the flat terrain, she once again began to covertly study the faces of her two silent fellow travelers, making up stories about their lives to pass the time. As she reached the face of the second man who occupied the faded seat across from her, she had to repress a shudder that threatened her as she noticed the leering gaze that once more glazed across the greasy man's close set eyes.
The man wore a suit that was several sizes too small for his portly frame. When he smiled at her, she could see that he was missing a couple of teeth. He had joined them at the last stop, forcing the third passenger, a small man with spectacles perched on his nose, over into the far corner of the coach. She had become more and more uncomfortable with the unwanted attention that was being paid to her. The man had looked her over from head to toe as if she were clad only in her chemise. Back home, she had never experienced such attention being thrust her way. She was a young lady who was used to moving among polite society. The further they traveled, the more she began to wonder if it would have been wiser for her to have waited for her brother to send a chaperone to escort her. Repressing a shudder, she forced the last thought out of her mind. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself..
She mentally reviewed the past few hours and curiously, the one fact that remained in the forefront of her memory was that this awful man had gotten on the stage without any luggage. Maybe he was a highwayman or an outlaw . . .
'Stop it, Julian!' she silently admonished herself. "You've read one too many romantic novels. Besides, . . .'
Abruptly, her straying thoughts were interrupted by an eruption of gunfire coming from the far side of the coach. Julian, cautiously pushed open the heavy
flap of fabric covering the window and peered out.
Her eyes grew wide as she focused on the three men on horses, handkerchiefs tied around their mouths, and guns blazing, who raced alongside the stage. Suddenly aware of just how vulnerable they all were, Julian dropped the corner of the curtain back into place and pushed herself into the corner of her seat, suddenly afraid. The gunmen rapidly closed the gap between them and the sides of the coach, forcing the driver to a screeching halt.
As the stage finally stopped, the people inside struggled to maintain their seats. Julian quickly glanced around to see if any of the others were hurt or if they were going to try to put up a fight. Surely one of them was armed. To her growing dismay, she saw that the younger man cowered in his seat, too afraid to even open his eyes. Yet, the portly man was sitting in his seat as if this were a normal occurrence. Just sitting there smiling at her as his right hand fingered his gun that he had removed from within his jacket.
"You have to do something! You have to help . . ." Julian cried before the smiling man hit her upside her head with the butt of his revolver, rendering the young woman unconscious.
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fantasies through these fics.
Rating: PG-13, for language at points, but I guess R due to the subject matter at others.
Author's Note: If you've read my ATF fics, then you already know who Julian is and the explanation I spend in this fic will just be a rehash for you. However, I did make some changes (a few blatant ones, to be sure) that I think pertain to the subject matter more closely than if I made Old West Julian the same as ATF Julian. Oh, and I know the title makes no sense, but I hope that over the days, I'll come up with a better one and rename it. So without further ado . . .
Another Day Out West
Prologue
The dust from the trail invaded the small confines of the stagecoach as it lumbered across the miles carrying its passengers to their destination in the New Mexican territory. One of the tired passengers, a young woman in her early twenties, absentmindedly smoothed a pleat on her full skirt. Tired from looking out the small window of the coach at the flat terrain, she once again began to covertly study the faces of her two silent fellow travelers, making up stories about their lives to pass the time. As she reached the face of the second man who occupied the faded seat across from her, she had to repress a shudder that threatened her as she noticed the leering gaze that once more glazed across the greasy man's close set eyes.
The man wore a suit that was several sizes too small for his portly frame. When he smiled at her, she could see that he was missing a couple of teeth. He had joined them at the last stop, forcing the third passenger, a small man with spectacles perched on his nose, over into the far corner of the coach. She had become more and more uncomfortable with the unwanted attention that was being paid to her. The man had looked her over from head to toe as if she were clad only in her chemise. Back home, she had never experienced such attention being thrust her way. She was a young lady who was used to moving among polite society. The further they traveled, the more she began to wonder if it would have been wiser for her to have waited for her brother to send a chaperone to escort her. Repressing a shudder, she forced the last thought out of her mind. She was a grown woman and could take care of herself..
She mentally reviewed the past few hours and curiously, the one fact that remained in the forefront of her memory was that this awful man had gotten on the stage without any luggage. Maybe he was a highwayman or an outlaw . . .
'Stop it, Julian!' she silently admonished herself. "You've read one too many romantic novels. Besides, . . .'
Abruptly, her straying thoughts were interrupted by an eruption of gunfire coming from the far side of the coach. Julian, cautiously pushed open the heavy
flap of fabric covering the window and peered out.
Her eyes grew wide as she focused on the three men on horses, handkerchiefs tied around their mouths, and guns blazing, who raced alongside the stage. Suddenly aware of just how vulnerable they all were, Julian dropped the corner of the curtain back into place and pushed herself into the corner of her seat, suddenly afraid. The gunmen rapidly closed the gap between them and the sides of the coach, forcing the driver to a screeching halt.
As the stage finally stopped, the people inside struggled to maintain their seats. Julian quickly glanced around to see if any of the others were hurt or if they were going to try to put up a fight. Surely one of them was armed. To her growing dismay, she saw that the younger man cowered in his seat, too afraid to even open his eyes. Yet, the portly man was sitting in his seat as if this were a normal occurrence. Just sitting there smiling at her as his right hand fingered his gun that he had removed from within his jacket.
"You have to do something! You have to help . . ." Julian cried before the smiling man hit her upside her head with the butt of his revolver, rendering the young woman unconscious.
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