SHOOTOUT AT DIABLO STATION
(I know there were a lot of visual mistakes in this episode such as white ht to black hat to white hat again, two different buildings uses for outside shots, that sort of thing. But there are also several out-of shot scenes that could be addressed. The most obvious to me is what Curry was doing hiding behind the hidden door near the fireplace. Wouldn't Curry being Curry more likely have actually tried to escape, rather than just appeared to have escaped? Anyway, I was convinced to forget Curry for once, and explore the other obvious scene that didn't make it to the TV screen).
Once again, a shout out thanks to Eileen Kelly Dyer
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The bedroom door closed with a click of the latch, leaving a worried sister, an indifferent Hayfoot Stockton, and six assuredly knowing men to speculate about what was ensuing behind the closed bedroom door.
"Chuck?" Mary cooed in a soft, seductive voice.
"Hmmm," he replied in his low, husky voice.
"How do you feel about a little...variety?" Mary asked.
"Well, now, that would depend on what you have in mind," he said with interest.
"You know...it doesn't always have to be the man to take the lead..."
Chuck wrapped his hands around Mary and kissed her. She did her best not to appear the least bit repulsed.
"What do you want me to do?" Chuck asked.
Mary smiled seductively. "I want you to lay down on your belly on the bed. Let's start with my giving you a massage."
Chuck uttered a guttural chuckle. "A massage sounds like a nice way to get started."
Mary nodded her head toward the bed and Chuck complied.
"Grab hold of the rails above your head," Mary said as she climbed up onto the bed and sat on Chuck's tush. "That way I can reach... more of you."
Chuck raised both arms above his head and grasped the rails and Mary began to massage Chuck's shoulders, slowly moving her hands down his back until her hand was parallel to his gun. Her left hand moved to the center of Chuck's back and using the pad of her palm, she made deep, slow, circular motions as her right hand ever so gently slid the gun from Chuck's holster. Then she slowly moved herself closer to the foot of the bed, all the while continuing the circular rubbing massage of his back.
When she was near enough to the foot of the bed, she slid herself off.
"What comes next?" Chuck asked.
The click of his gun being cocked gave him his answer.