The impossibly tall, handsome Marshal was striding down the boardwalk towards her, Chester hop-walking alongside.
The young woman looked around wide-eyed, then back at the approaching young men, and pinched her arm.
"Ouch! This MUST be a dream, mustn't it?!"
How else to explain her presence in the Dodge City of her favorite television program? But she could feel the hot sun above, the wooden boards under her feet, and definitely could smell the ripe mixture of horse manure, unwashed bodies, cooking food, and a distant stockyard.
Turning to look at her reflection in the window of the restaurant she stood in front of, she marveled at the form-fitting light green dress she was wearing. The skirt was full, had a small bustle at the back, and swept the ground. Her blonde hair was pulled back in curly tendrils under an attractive hat with a large, white, plumed feather on top. She was wearing cream colored gloves and had a light green parasol in her left hand. Quite a change from her usual jeans, tee shirt, and sneakers!
Still looking in the window, she suddenly noticed a flash of bright red hair, and the beautiful woman it belonged to. She was dressed similarly, but all in a light pink that perfectly complimented her red-haired, blue-eyed coloring.
"KITTY!" The young saloon woman was even more beautiful than she looked on the TV show.
Hearing boot steps, the young woman turned quickly as the Marshal and Chester were about to reach her. She moved towards the middle of the boardwalk in a wide-eyed stupor, and the big man accidentally bumped into her.
"Oh, please excuse me, Miss. I hope I didn't hurt you?"
She stared open-mouthed up into those sparkling, long-lashed pale blue eyes, now looking at her with a mixture of friendliness and puzzlement. His smile creased his face attractively, and his shiny brown hair curled on his forehead as he raised his large Stetson.
Chester stood politely back, his battered hat in his hands, watching and wondering who this pretty young woman was who seemed so awestruck by the Marshal. He patiently waited to be introduced so he could get to know her better.
The young woman suddenly blinked hard, dropped her parasol, jumped up, put her arms around the tall, startled man's big neck, and gave him a long, hard, deep kiss.
Chester gaped and dropped his hat. The Marshal had staggered back in shock, his long arms automatically going around the young woman hanging from his neck. He grabbed her upper arms and pulled her off of his lips, staring at her grinning face in stunned amazement. As soon as he set her feet back down on the boardwalk, she turned and ran away, laughing happily as she went.
When she reached the next block, she vanished into the air as the two open-mouthed men gaped and watched.
"Mr. Dillon…who…what…what jest happened?" Chester's voice was weak and wobbly.
"By golly, Chester, your guess is as good as mine! Whatever you do, don't mention this to Kitty!"
Chester glanced into crowded Delmonico's and saw the beautiful red haired woman glaring at them through the open doorway, her face flushed.
"Uh, Mr. Dillon. I think it's too late fer that…"
The clock radio alarm went off, the young blonde woman reached over, shut it off, and lay back, a big smile on her face. She could smell her automatic coffee maker brewing. The big black and white cat, Junior, lying beside her, stretched, looked in her face and meowed hopefully for his breakfast.
Grabbing the startled cat and holding him up above her face, the young woman laughed and kicked her heels in delight.
"I just kissed Matt Dillon!"
The big cat wriggled impatiently to be put down, intrigued by the large, white, plumed feather he had spotted on the floor by the bed.
End.