Okay, hello again. To begin, this is a stand-alone story. There are no spoilers, no connection to any other story that I've written. It's really another one of those stories reaching out there. I'd also like to comment to a reader, Sarah, you said "Three and a half years to finish this story and tell us to stay tuned for the next one," Then proceed to tell me that perhaps I should gather my notebooks and finish before posting. Three and a half years comes with much to do in life. As for finishing the stories, well, part of the joy of writing fanfiction is that people comment and read and review. As for my not showing support for other writers, I've been on this sight a long time and obviously you haven't read every writer because not only have I commented, but I've also favored several writers. Unless you've read every single story in the GS fanfiction, please don't bother to comment on my lack of support. I have a life, number one and in three and a half years, I have lost 5 loved ones, people whom I care very much for and the most recent being my mother and one of my best friends. I'm sorry that you are so disappointed in the wait time. But life goes on. I will not be able to complete a story before posting it. It's posting it that makes it worth writing. And also, I haven't read another writer in about three months because I've been busy with work, life and mourning. Thank you. I apologize to those of you who understand, I love writing and I hope to not lose YOUR support. Without the support of you, I'd probably wouldn't write on fanfiction, but thank you for your "opinion." But I'm afraid I will be unable to complete my stories before posting. You do not have to read my stories if you don't want to wait, but think about the anticipation of waiting for the next chapter, I know I love it when I find a story that grabs me and I want the next chapter now. But I'll do this my way. Thanks again for your "suggestion."
Also, I will write this once, cause I hate repeating myself. I am not Navajo, I wish I were, their people and language are beautiful. I have looked up many words, but I know that I've not put them in the correct context. I apologize to the Navajo people, but I don't know anyone who speaks the language. So, I've thrown in a few true Navajo words. However the English alphabet doesn't afford me the luxury of typing it correctly. And much of this is made up like this story. The characters as always do not belong to me. They belong to all of us. My loyalty and love for Gunsmoke is always true. It is the one show I've never stopped loving and watching.
KR
Matt woke as the morning light began to crawl up the window. He knew he would have to get up soon and leave the warm comforting bed and the love of his life. He looked over at her and watched as the light of the sun danced on her red locks. Gently nuzzling her neck, he inhaled the soft scent of her lingering perfume. Kitty moaned gently to his ministrations. His hands moved the sheet from her naked form so that he could take in the beauty of her alabaster skin. He loved to just lay there and look at her. She was the most beautiful gift God could ever give him. His warm body snuggled against her own and she moaned softly in contentment. Her skin was unmarred with the exception of two small scars along her belly near the abdomen. He never asked her about them, because they were so small and insignificant to him. They did nothing to mar her beauty. His hand slid around her hip to gently rub her hip, then slid sensuously over her belly.
"Don't start something you can't finish." Kitty said sleepily to him.
"Oh, I am quite capable of finishing anything I start, there's no doubt about that." He said reaching up and gently massaging her breast.
"I know you're quite capable, Matt, but it's getting late and people will be in the streets soon. You have to get out of here before Sam comes in." She said breathlessly as he pulled her thigh up over his hip and gently slid into her from behind. Kitty gasped as he moved deeper into her as he turned her onto her belly. Kitty pushed her bottom against his groin to push him deeper into her and she gasped and moaned. He began to thrust in earnest, needing to reach orgasm and making sure that he took her over the edge with her. "Yessss, oh Matt, pleeease."
"I love you, Kitty." He said as they both fell over the edge. Kitty hid her face in the pillow as she cried out. He kissed her shoulder, her neck as he gently moved off of her. Kitty didn't move, she breathed deeply trying to come down from the euphoria she was feeling. Matt's hand ran over her naked bottom as his lips kissed her shoulder. "I will never get enough of you, Woman." He said kissing her temple. He smiled at her as she climbed out of bed, turned back to him, completely naked and aware of what she could do to him. Leaning over the bed and towards him, she kissed him on the mouth.
"I love you too, Cowboy." She said as she turned and walked to her bathcloset , his eyes on her derriere. After two years, he still couldn't get enough. His heart had been stolen completely away with this beautiful spirited redhead. And he thanked God everyday for the gift the great Maker had bestowed upon him.
Kitty pulled her hair to the side and braided the long thick red mane. She then gently twisted it up into a bun. Once she was happy with her appearance, she got up and headed downstairs. It was half past eight and Sam was just getting started. He had the chairs down around the tables and had brought up two fresh barrels of beer and they were sitting on the bar waiting to be put into the storage room to the right of the bar. The doors to the left led to Kitty's office where she does much of her bookwork out of the view of others. It was quieter and she could get a great deal done. There were also some glass supplies in her office. "Good morning, Sam." She said stepping down from the last step.
"Good morning, Miss Kitty." He said taking one of the barrels to the room. Kitty headed over to her office. "Ma Smalley dropped off some breakfast for you, Miss Kitty. She said and I quote, "She's getting too dang skinny. I won't be able to hug her if she's too boney." Sam said attempting to do Ma's high voice.
Kitty laughed. "I've been the same weight since I've come to Dodge, what is she trying to fatten me up for, marrying?" Kitty said laughing.
"It's quite possible, Miss Kitty." Sam laughed as Kitty headed into her office.
"Oh Sam, Sally is starting today behind the Bar. I want her to be able to help you when things are really crazy. Those boys come in from the prairie after running cattle and they get too impatient." She said.
"Thank you, Miss Kitty, I sure do appreciate the help." Sam said grabbing the last barrel which he placed under the bar next to the already in use full barrel.
Kitty entered her office and she lit a lamp. There were no windows in the office and she truly regretted that, but she didn't oversee the construction of the Long Branch Saloon, otherwise there would be windows. She gently touched her desk and closed her eyes, remembering the first time Matt had taken her, right there on the desk. He had come in the office after a patron had pulled a knife on her and held her at knife point for what seemed like forever, but Matt and Festus had gotten her away from him. She had immediately drank down a whiskey before heading quickly to her office while the Marshal and Festus escorted the drunken sodbuster to the jail. When the Marshal returned, he found her sitting on the edge of the desk, her arms crossed over her belly and her head down. With three long strides, he was in front of her pulling her upright and against his chest. He inhaled her scent, and suddenly his mouth was on hers and she did not resist as he began pulling her skirts up and out of the way. He briskly yanked at her under garments and moved into her so quickly, she gasped into his mouth. Matt pulled her thighs up around his hips and began to pump into her tightness. Smiling, Kitty sat down at her desk and pulled out her books to begin the days work.
TBC
I know this is not an amazing start, but I wanted to get this published ASAP. I've toiled with the title and gone over and over the title in my brain, but I think I'm going to have to go with the latter, Prairie Child. I know I asking a great deal of you to stick with this, but I am hoping my history as a so-called author would keep you interested just a bit longer. I will try not to take three and a half years to complete this, but I cannot promise that life won't get in the way. -KR