“Wake up and sing, baby Suzy!” - Exclaimed Dick, pulling me out of sleep.

I opened my eyes and sat down, squinting from the bright sun. Although the sun was not the biggest inconvenience in our journey. Dust, heat, hard bed and dress ...

- Dirty, disgusting place! - through his teeth, I hissed, rising, with the beds laid on the ground. - Hey, Mr. Roth, do not share the water? - I shouted, rolling lounger in a roll.

- For you, baby, anything! - exclaimed Dick Roth and appeared in my field of vision.

He was dressed in a dress no less dusty than me, a traveling suit, and a battered hat. And I froze, looking at his beaming smile, and thinking that he was an excellent lover.

All negative thoughts immediately washed away with a wave of satisfaction, with the realization that soon we would reach the state border and the father could not do anything about it.

Dick handed me a leather flask of water, and when I grabbed hold of it with my fingers, squeezed my hand and pulled me close, I started kissing. And although I didn’t feel in the best way, my body quickly responded to caress.

But Roth already understood me well and quickly stopped kissing.

“You're the sweetest girl in the whole west.”

- And only in the west? - I grinned.

- And then I was not! - exclaimed the man and departing about me, began to gather the camp.

And I returned to putting myself in order. At the same time, persistently driving away in his head the events that led to the fact that we were in the desert.

I am the daughter of a famous herder, John Eiliff, lived in a town called Dodge City, where cowboys and cattle traders constantly rotated. So far, one fine day, I have not met Dick Roth, in the former - a cattle trader, in the present - just an adventurer. He caused me a lot of different emotions and persuaded to run away with him. Our journey was stormy - we left my father’s cowboys, after which, for the first time, we made love in the open air. And soon our relationship was strong and mutual.

And now, until Lincoln was a day's journey, and I expected, at least, to stay there until the end of the summer. It became harder and harder to travel, because every week the heat will increase even more up to the rainy season.

At noon, we made a stop in the city of Blue Mount in order to replenish stocks and water the horses. Although Dick did all this, because women were like cattle here. Well, or a beautiful toy. Therefore, I just sat on the wooden, heated by the sun, steps of the saloon.

- Well, baby. Let's hit the road! Said the man, leaving the bowels of the saloon.

And we set off. Snacking on the go dried meat, washed down with its vigorous swine from the waterskin.

Lincoln floated in the rays of the setting sun, as if something unreal. Having stopped the horses, for some time we looked at the oasis stretching in the desert with the first, paved with cobblestones, roads and stone buildings. Light burned in almost all the windows, and from the saloon came the bouncy music.

- Here we are, baby. - said Dick. He reached out and squeezed my palm, holding the reins. - Lincoln County.

- Got it, Mr. Roth. - I mumbled, staring at the city in awe.

The desert distorts the space, and the city turned out to be much further than it seemed to me. It passed far past midnight when we drove into the city. The horses' hooves methodically knocked on the pavement, and we were looked at by dozens of pairs of eyes. Someone with hostility, someone with interest, they looked at me with lust.

Tying the horses to the bailiff, Roth took off his bag. Hugging, we went to the tavern, hoping to rent a room there.

The smoke-filled room was quiet when we entered. All visitors stared at us, appreciating the new arrivals. We went to the bar and the man spoke:

“My friend and I need a room.” Perhaps for a long time.

The bartender looked at him, then me, lingering in the neck of the dress, after which he replied:

- Twenty.

- You are crazy? - Dick asked him, straightening. - Yes, there are even a lot of twenty in ten years!

- We can not be with our whores. - barman grunted and added: - Twenty, or let the girl serve my guests.

- Who did you call a whore ?! - the Mouth has howled and has sharply thrown out a fist forward. From the blow, the bartender flew back, having flown back into the muddy mirror and rows of bottles.

Visitors to the tavern began to move, and soon a few more cowboys decided to fight with my man.

I grabbed a bottle from the stand, slammed one of them on the head, and it snarled to the floor. Immediately, another visitor caught me in the ring of hands, twisting, I hit the back of his head in his face, breaking my nose. Hands immediately unclenched, and my opponent, moaning, clutched his face with his hands.

Dick, having knocked out several fighters, dodged a chair flying into him and threw a bottle in response. The bell rang and the chair thrower went under the table.

And although we were not kittens in this fight, there were much more opponents. It is not known how long we could survive, but the slaughter was interrupted by a loud shot, which instantly made everyone stand still in their places.

In the ensuing silence, the sheriff’s voice came, painfully familiar:

“What the hell is going on here ?!”

Calm steps and the sound of spurs on boots made me cringe - this man is not afraid to be afraid. And I was no exception.

As he slowly walked around the mess we had set up, everyone was silent, as if afraid of being the first to say something. When the sheriff appeared in front of my eyes, I looked down at the floor, as if this could help.

And yet, the moments that I looked at the sheriff, was enough to experience a sense of hopelessness. It really was he - William J. Brady.

A regular leather coat with a gold star on the lapel, leather pants and a black shirt. There was an empty holster on his hip, he held the colt in his hand, casually dropping the barrel into the floor.

- I expressed my conditions and this cattle immediately put a fist in my face. - finally gave the bartender.

- You called my girlfriend a whore! - issued Dick and made a move towards the bartender, from which the latter sat down.

- Shut up. - interrupted their Brady, looking at me. His gaze slid across me so frankly that I felt my face begin to burn. - Whore? Does she look like a whore, and Mark?

- I ... - mumbled the bartender. - N-no ..

A satisfied smile appeared on the sheriff’s face and, nodding, he said:

- All those who participated in the fight - in the area.

Before he turned away, he winked at me.

Sitting in a cell with a dozen whores, I recalled everything I had heard about the sheriff of Lincoln County. Justice is not an iota. Always achieve the desired, not disdaining to resort to dirty methods. But with him, the gangsters and raiders bypassed the district of the tenth road.

The girls were telling stories with might and main, laughing, discussing customers, and I, silently, sat and waited for what would happen next. Soon, fatigue took up and I fell asleep, leaning back against a stone wall.

I did not know how much time had passed, but the silence was broken by the clanking of the keys and one of the sheriff’s men approached the camera.

- Hey beauty. He called, opening the camera. “Brady Sheriff wants to see you.”

- What about me? When will he want to see me, Leo? - Gave voice, one of the women.

- Never Molly. - the man responded and closed the cell door behind me. “Give me your hands here, beautiful.”

I grimaced as my hands behind my back were shackled with heavy handcuffs.

As we walked into the sheriff's office, the man pushed me forward, as if I could stop at any moment. And having reached the final destination, I could not stand it, turning around, lifted my leg and “pushed” the man in the stomach with my heel. That uhnuv flew back, but, we must pay tribute to him, quickly jumped to his feet.

- Oh, you're a little bitch! - He roared and rushed to me. Squinting, I expected a strike, but it did not follow. Taking himself in hand, the man grabbed my neck with a force below the nape and opened the door to the office, pushed me.

Could not resist ...