| Chapter 3 |
| Our eyes took in the room, neither one of us stepping in it quite yet. It was slightly bigger than the others, yet still held the same things. The wash bin, the small bed, the dresser and a closet filled with clothes. I shoved my way through the crowd and walked into the middle of the room, my eyes taking in everything. I closed my eyes, trying to get the room from spinning, yet it did no good. I sank to the floor, hearing the faint calls, yet my mind wasn�t registering anything. "Darlin� you better wake up." I opened one eye and stared at the woman in front of me. I glanced at her boots, laced up to the ankle, the fish net stockings running up her legs, the dress that swirled around her knees, the top that pushed her breasts even higher, than the pale face with a touch of make up. "Darlin� you okay?" I pushed myself up off the floor and glanced around the room, the soft light coming from the small lamp. "It looks good on you Megan." "Darlin� who�s Megan?" I glanced at her and than glanced down at myself. "Rachel, you okay hon?" "Who�s Rachel?" "Why, you are. Jane, hon, come in here. Rachel don�t look so good." I brushed my fingers through my hair and saw another lady walk into the room, her brown hair pulled back slightly and some feathers tucked in there. "Mary, what�s going on?" "Rachel here don�t feel good. Saying something about a Megan." Jane walked over and I backed away from her. She frowned and shoved me on the bed. "I think you need to lay down tonight and not bother working. Those men will be back hon." "What men?" "Why the Cowboys of course. I�m sure Mr. Johnny Ringo can wait for you hon." The Johnny Ringo, I asked myself. I closed my eyes and groaned. For some odd reason, I knew I wasn�t in the year 2002 anymore. I shook my head and laughed to myself. Didn�t I tell this to Terri, that it could be possible. "Let me get Annie, she honestly don�t look good. She�s very pale Mary." "I noticed. Annie, sister, please come here." I opened my eyes and dared to glance at the door, seeing the pretty blonde waltz right in, her small robe barely hiding her. |
| "What�s going on now?" "Rachel don�t feel good." Annie walked over and sat down on the bed, her hand softly touching my forehead. She smiled down at me. "You feel fine hon. You don�t look good, but nothing that some make up won�t handle. Just think, those fine young cowboys are gonna walk up into this hotel and demand you. Well, we all know which one anyway." I felt myself blush and bite my lip. Wild Gals, gotta remember who Rachel was and what she did. I shivered and closed my eyes. In the future, or persent�I stopped my train of thought and sighed. Just where the fuck was I? "Um, Annie, hon, what year is it?" She frowned at me and shook her head. "Did she hit her head?" Mary shook her head. "It�s 1880 darlin�." Okay, the present I suppose. She sold her body for money. She sold her body�I covered my mouth and swallowed back whatever was coming up. "You are sick." "No, just, I remembered what I do, did, are doing." "You mean, you forgot what you did for a livin�?" I glanced at the woman named Jane and nodded my head. "Why, your what Tombstone calls a Soiled Dove. You sell yourself for money. Honest enough way of livin�. Since there�s no real jobs out there for women." "Of course, not in this time anyway." "Not in any time. What you tellin� us. That sometime in the future, there�s gonna be jobs for woman?" Annie asked, a smile forming her face. "Yes, there is actually." "What on Earth are you talkin� about darlin�? This is a man�s world. They do the providin� in life. Well, if you�re ever lucky enough to land yourself a man." I smiled and nodded my head. �Right. This is the Old West, well, the New West, oh hell, it�s just the west,� my mind told me. "Look, ladies, I think I�m gonna sleep before I do anything tonight." "Might be wise darlin�, just might be wise." They all smiled and walked out the room, closing the door behind them. "That wasn�t Rachel. I don�t know who that is, but that ain�t our friend." "Annie, that has to be her." "I�m tellin� you, sister, it ain�t her. I have no pissin� clue who that is, but I�ll be damned if that�s our Rachel. Now, Jane, Mary, go finish getting ready. The Cowboys are probably drunk enough to come at any moment." Annie sighed and walked down to her room, closing the door quietly behind her. She glanced out the window, watching the moon play across the sand. |
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