This is my first AU story, so I hope it doesn't suck. >
House of Cards
Prologue/Open the Pack
Well, howdy, stranger! I haven't seen you around this parts; where ya'll from? No matter, you're here now, and I bet your itchin' for a good yarn, ain't ya? Now mind you, this tale won't involve no "Once upon a time" or "In a land far, far away", for this 'ere is the West. Our men are strong and women wild, so you better accept our stories be different from some of you city folk are used to, and this story is no exception, that's for sure.
Ah, good, none of you all are running for the hills like other yellow-bellies who have heard this legend before. It was during the time when they were REAL cowboys and desperadoes, and the Wild Wild West WAS really the Wild Wild West. Blood and whiskey flew freely in the streets, and if the women were any looser, you would swear they had no bones. Y'all might be wondering where the sheriff was during all this; he was there all right, lapping it all up with girls surrounding him at all times. The only time he drew his gun was over a woman, and he always won.
The local pub was called Princess's, a whorehouse run by Princess herself. Nobody knew her real name, and anyone who dared to go against her was found the next day, drowned in the horse water tank with a knife through his back. No one usually went against Princess, probably because her prices were fair and she had the prettiest girls you could find for miles.
Although there's old stories about gunfights and criminals at Princess's, there's also ones about love. This is one of them, but there's plenty of action for those seeking it. So help yourselves to some whiskey, and maybe some sarsaparilla for the younguns, and let's begin...
Prologue/Open the Pack
Well, howdy, stranger! I haven't seen you around this parts; where ya'll from? No matter, you're here now, and I bet your itchin' for a good yarn, ain't ya? Now mind you, this tale won't involve no "Once upon a time" or "In a land far, far away", for this 'ere is the West. Our men are strong and women wild, so you better accept our stories be different from some of you city folk are used to, and this story is no exception, that's for sure.
Ah, good, none of you all are running for the hills like other yellow-bellies who have heard this legend before. It was during the time when they were REAL cowboys and desperadoes, and the Wild Wild West WAS really the Wild Wild West. Blood and whiskey flew freely in the streets, and if the women were any looser, you would swear they had no bones. Y'all might be wondering where the sheriff was during all this; he was there all right, lapping it all up with girls surrounding him at all times. The only time he drew his gun was over a woman, and he always won.
The local pub was called Princess's, a whorehouse run by Princess herself. Nobody knew her real name, and anyone who dared to go against her was found the next day, drowned in the horse water tank with a knife through his back. No one usually went against Princess, probably because her prices were fair and she had the prettiest girls you could find for miles.
Although there's old stories about gunfights and criminals at Princess's, there's also ones about love. This is one of them, but there's plenty of action for those seeking it. So help yourselves to some whiskey, and maybe some sarsaparilla for the younguns, and let's begin...
