This is a story written for all my best friends…that just happen to be the characters. I have written these kinds of story’s Many times, they are fun to write. As always the story is a western, and at the end of the chapter will list the names of each friend except for those that prefer to remain anonymous….
To all my critics out there, this is a FICTIONAL story…look that word up!! For the rest of you, hope you enjoy and who knows…maybe you’re in it…if not this chapter, perhaps the next.
Enjoy….
Kathy
Introduction:
A large group of friends several years ago went into business together in a lil place known as Colorado. Since then, they took their small fortunes they had made and went their separate ways. Every few years they enjoyed meeting up again, this year…the meeting place was New Orleans.
“The Return of The Redneck Vixensâ€
The Lobo had become bored living in the city and knew she wanted to hit the trail again. While stocking up on supply’s she thought, “I wonder where ole Crazy Micki is hiding these days?†With her pony and packhorse ready she pulled out an old map and gave it quick glance; and she knew which route she wanted to take. With any luck at all, she would meet up with a couple of her old friends. Yes…there was a lot more to a good life than owning a saloon. Being in the same town doing the same thing day after day. For over a year now the routine had made her weary. New sights, fresh air, and old friends were just the ticket to getting back to her old self again, and she was looking forward to it.
That night she camped about 50 or so yards from a small creek and enjoyed the sounds of the night. A raccoon scampered close by and the owl asked the same ole question. Sleep came easy and was the best nights rest she’d had in far too long. The next day she stayed to high ground so she could have a better view of what was around her. It was mid day when she saw the lone rider and within moments the Wolf knew it was a woman. She planned to go down and say hello when two other riders came up. Obvious even from a distance, the men’s intentions were less than honorable. Sliding off her pony she grabbed her Henry rifle and long glass.
The two men were laughing and circling the woman, taunting her all the while. The Wolf wiped her eyes thinking she must be seeing things and looked thru the long glass again. It was her all right, Gagama; Gagama was a Cherokee woman the Wolf knew well and loved, better yet… respected. She willed her anger down to a minimum and took a bead on the yahoo in front of her friend. BOOM! The Wolf smiled at the yell that could have been heard a mile away as the bullet nearly took his right arm off. To spite her situation Gagama smiled too. “One thing about being in the hills boys…your never alone. Not even when ya think you are.†The other rider came up close to her and reared far back to land a slap that would have knocked her out of the saddle, that’s when Gagama pulled her colt and gut shot him. “You low-life’s should have gotten yourselves a job back in Fort Worth…then you wouldn’t be wounded and dying.†As if nothing at all was wrong, Gagama gave her horse a kick and started for the hill the shot had come from.
The two women embraced and said their hellos, the Wolf wearing a buckskin shirt and Levis and Gagama in lovely tailored made dress. “You’re roaming this country in a dress?†the wolf asked surprised…â€Well you know me, I always like to look my best.†Both women laughed and Wolf said, “I’m heading south, to New Orleans…you?†“New Orleans sounds like a place I would fit into nicely. Unless you object, I’ll ride along with you.†“Fine by me†the Wolf said, “I expect to find a few friends there, been too long since I saw them last.â€
Now on the boarder line of Arkansas and Louisiana, (present day El Dorado) the women came up on a beautiful lake. Although it wasn’t a huge lake the water was crystal clear. The Wolf looked at Gagama and said, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?†They dismounted, unburdened the horses of saddles and gear then stripped themselves as naked as the day they were born and dove in. Splashing and laughing like two kids they didn’t see the drifters that had been watching from a distance, there were three of them. “We can wash out our clothes and let them be drying while we dress and saddle back up†the Wolf was saying when a male voice interrupted saying, “Now don’t hurry on our account, we kinda like the scenery.â€
Both women angry at themselves for letting their guard down, and both naturally on the sassy side Wolf just couldn’t keep from saying, “Ugly as you three are Looking is all you’ll get to do.†As Gagama lit into them giving them a piece of her mind something caught the Wolfs eye a short distance away. Trying not to study on the glimmer she had seen too much to warn the drifters, she was sure glad to see an old friend step into view. Wolf knew all would be okay and motioned for Gagama to follow as she swam to the deeper part of the lake.
Guess we’ll have to go in after em boys and the low lives began to pull their boots off and unbuckle their gun belts. Once the gun belts hit the ground a deep voice said “Howdy boys,†the only sound heard next was the hammer being pulled back on a six killer. By now Wolf and Gagama were out of the water slipping quietly up to their gear to get dressed. “Damnit Wolf of all the times for you be naked and I cant even look cos of these polecats!†She giggled and said, “Maybe next time Todd…â€
Written By: Little Wolf copyright2011
The Wolf/Lobo=Me of course (you expected someone else?)
Gagama=prefers to remain anonymous
Todd=Todd Carter
CHAPTER TWO
Gagama & Wolf now dressed, saddled and heading south, the Lobo asked, “Todd…when did you become a peeping tom?†Todd tried to hide his smile and said, “What? Me? Lobo… I’m wounded you would think such a thing,†“Gagama snickered and said “Enjoyed yourself did ya?†Todd couldn’t help but chuckle and replied, “Well it paid off for you two. Those boys had a lot more on their minds than just peeking, but when they come to all they will thinking about is the headache’s they have.â€
There was only the sound of a gentle breeze for the next mile or so. The Spanish moss grew thicker in the trees and finally Todd said, “So who are you looking for in New Orleans?†The Lobo gave him one of her ‘looks’ but didn’t answer. So Todd broke the silence with, “Some of our old friends are having a hard time down in New Orleans. Seems not everyone there likes the idea of women owning and running a saloon.†With a raised eyebrow she said, “Cut to the chase Todd…†He rolled his eyes and said, “Your gonna end up in a war if you go there. It’s a war that can’t be won Kathy…you’ll be out numbered and out gunned. High stakes in this game and the losers end up dead.â€
The two women looked at each other and Gagama asked, “Politicians?†Todd spoke trying to choose his words carefully saying, “The few that are left are bought and paid for. A group of crooks that hit the mother load on Indian land & now own the town and everybody in it…except the girls.†“What Indian land?†The Lobo asked. Todd hesitated, but then said “Cherokee land.†Lobo sniffed, “There is no Cherokee land in the New Orleans area Todd,†“No…But there is, or was… in Georgia & Alabama before the whites ran the Indians out; the one’s they didn’t kill.†Lobo mumbled, “Murdered you mean.†He knew he had stirred up a hornets nest with his old friend, but he had never lied to her before and he wasn’t going to start now.†This was getting more interesting by the minute, and both women knew there was much more to the story, so they kept quiet and waited for Todd to tell what he knew.
“Ever heard of the name Rothschild? You’ll hear it a lot in New Orleans, although you wont ever meet one personally. Just the scum that work for them. Then there is a group of Irishman out of New York that want New Orleans for themselves…O’Malley is their name. These two families are battling it out for control of the city; and then the girls came in buying up what they could. Get the picture?†Both women understood perfectly and weren’t too happy about it…but they didn’t believe in tucking their tails and would never run out on a friend.
The days were warm but pleasant and the three of them were making good time. Todd decided to put his bedroll away from the women some…just in case trouble came sneaking into camp; he hoped it was un-necessary but it had paid off in the past. Just before the sun came up Gagama had a pot of coffee boiling on a hat size fire, the delicious aroma awakened Todd. The Lobo asked him as he was pulling on his boots, “Think we should ride into town separately? Just to give us a slight advantage against those paid to notice such things?†Todd yawned and thought a minute, “Might not be a bad idea…at least til we get a better idea of what we’re in for and just how badly we’re outnumbered.†Soon the three were back on the trail and only about a half a day now from New Orleans.
The Lobo said “You two go ahead, I have an idea…I’ll see you at the saloon later.†She veered off into the trees and looking closely for any sign that might give her an idea of where Micki would be hiding. It wasn’t a ‘look’ so much as a ‘feel’ of the land she was following. She wouldn’t know if her instincts were right until Micki was standing in front of her. After a couple of hours, that’s exactly what happened. Crazy Micki appeared out of thin air and said “Looking for me?†Lobo couldn’t help but laugh and said, “You know I am you crazy woman, got any coffee made?†“Nope, but it wont take long to make some…we’ll catch up on old times and times to come.†Micki lead the way and they entered what appeared to be a cave, but once inside there was a secret entrance into a space that was as nice as any hotel room. The Lobo took a seat on the couch while Micki stoked the fire and put water on to boil. “You know you’ve walked into a war zone by coming here don’t ya?†Miki asked. “That’s what I heard, tell me more; like to know as much about the enemy as possible before the fighting starts.â€
Nodding in understanding Miki began, “The enemy is greed disguised as men in suits. They claim they’re name is Rothschild but I think its just a name they picked out of a hat. The only way to identify any of them is in the way they dress and or handle themselves. The more dangerous ones wear expensive suits and each breath they take is of arrogance.
Only their hired help wears work clothes and look like farmers, ranchers or even an everyday cowboy. The main goal is to run the girls out of town…or kill them. The girls got lucky when old man sold them his run down saloon just before he died. It sits in the heart of the city where the most traffic is. You know the girls, they dolled the place up and have good entertainment…the enemy now wants what they have. And one way or another plans to get it.†Lobo asked, “And the O’Malley’s?†Micki smirked, “A thorn in the Rothschild’s side. Its their behavior that have kept some of the attention off the girls.â€
‘The girls’ had done everything legal and above board…the only thing that could stop them now was, murder. If the owners of the popular saloon were to vanish or die, then either the Rothschild’s or O’Malley’s could step in to be the new proprietors. After paying the city for the property of course, which was run by the Rothschild’s. But did the ‘Rothschild’s’ really exist, or is strictly a cover?
Written By: Little Wolf copyright2011
The Wolf/Lobo/Kathy=ME
Gagam=anonymous
Todd=Todd Carter
Crazy Micki=Micki Hogan = Oracle to some
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