****** Deborah Marshal by Ben ******
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Deborah Marshal


I saw the town on the horizon as I rode west. I saw the dust storm coming from
the north. I figured I could make it to the town, so I didn't bother to make
camp. My horse got nervous as the dust enveloped us, but I kept going forward.
I couldn't see five feet in front of me, but I knew I was going the right way.
I had been through a lot of dust storms as I wandered through the west. I'm not
the fastest gunslinger. Not even the fifth fastest. I'm probably around seventy
or eighty. That still leaves many people slower than me, though. I'm probably
still the fastest woman gunslinger, as there aren't very many.

The dust storm was still blazing as I rode into Main street. I left my horse in
the alley for a little protection from the storm. As I walked through the
swinging doors of the saloon I noticed there were only four people there. Two
were playing cards, another sat alone in the corner and then there was the
bartender who casually cleaned the glasses that looked as though they hadn't
been used for years. I slowly walked up to the bar. My sunglasses, which helped
keep the dust out of my eyes as well as sun, kept my blue eyes hidden.

"How much for a room?" I asked the bartender.

"Two dollars a night," he replied.

I reached in my pocket and fished out the two coins then laid them on the
counter. He gladly took the money and showed me to my room.

The small room had a bed, a dresser and a small tub that would barely fit a
person in it for washing. There was also a full length mirror, which was
unusual. This was one of the better places I'd been.

"You'll have to wait 'till the storm's over to get water from out back," said
the owner, "but the door locks so you'll have plenty of privacy."

When the storm let up later that night I got some water from the well. It was
cool and refreshing. I filled the tub and proceeded to take off my clothes,
making sure the door was locked first. I unbuckled my gun belt and set it on
the bed. My long coat came next, I put if on the dresser. My boots I put next
to the bed. I took off my belt and slid my pants down to my ankles. My dark
bush hid my pussy. I kicked the pants over next to the bed. I unbuttoned my
shirt and gradually my breasts fell out. They're not too big, but not really
small. I'd seen women with some pretty big breasts and I'm glad mine were well
proportioned to my body. I threw my shirt on my boots and stepped into the bath
tub. The cool water felt good on my naked skin.

I just sat there letting it soak in and relaxed for a while. Then I scrubbed
what dirt I could off my body. My bush seemed thick to me, so I reached over
and opened the dresser. As thought, there was a straight razor for men to shave
with. I took it out and gently trimmed my pubic hair till there was only a
slight sliver above my slit.

I took off my hat and tossed it on the bed and got up, water dripping off me. I
stood in front of the mirror and toweled myself off. When I was done I stood
there in front of the mirror and studied my nude form. I'd never thought about
it before, but I was quite attractive. I kept myself fit, I wasn't fat. My hair
was trimmed to my shoulders. My dark skin was clear of blemishes or scars. My
dark hair came from my mother, who was Navajo, as did my dark skin. When I was
younger, kids made fun of me because I was an Indian. I guess I fought back and
it made me tough, that's why I'm a gunslinger. I don't let anybody mess with me
anymore. I ran my hands over my well shaped breasts. It felt good. My tiny
nipples stood straight up. My hands moved down to my hips, ran over my butt and
down my legs and back up my thighs. Before they even reached my mound a shiver
ran through me. I smiled, something I rarely do, the feeling was exquisite. I
sat down on the bed and spread my legs. Both my hands caressed my breasts for a
while then one moved down to my thighs. I tickled my mound a little, then put a
finger part way into my slit, touching that little button that filled me with
pleasure. I gasped as I found it. My mouth opened, but I wouldn't let myself be
heard by anyone who happened to be in the next room. As my strokes became
faster and faster I got up and straddled the corner of the bed. Humping it like
crazy, I felt the surge coming up inside me. I laid down on the bed on my back
and took the pillow and put it between my legs. I humped the pillow like a
madwoman, I came with a sudden gush of juices out of my pussy. I felt the
pillow get all wet, but I kept humping it. Soon I came again, squirting all
over the pillow. Exhausted, I brought the pillow up to my face. I loved the
smell of pussy juices. With the pillow next to me, I fell into unconsciousness.

The next morning I awoke in the nude clutching my pillow. I put my clothes back
on and went downstairs. The bartender was behind the counter and the two men
were still playing cards. Or maybe they were playing again. The third man was
nowhere to be seen but, there were two other guys at the bar that didn't react
to me at all.

I strolled over to the bar and sat down. The bartender came over to me and
greeted me. "Good morning," he said, "what can I do for you?"

"Anybody around here hiring for a job?" I asked him.

"Hmm, I'm not sure, hey George, you know of anybody?"

One of the men at the bar looked at him. "Bill Riley was looking for guys to
help him build his barn, but that was last week, they prob'ly done built that
barn by now."

"Hmm," thought the bartender.

The white-haired man sitting next to George leaned forward and looked down the
bar. "Sheriff Williams was complaining that he didn't have no help since Luke
Wilson got shot, maybe he got a job for ye."

I thought about it a bit, then asked, "Where can I get some food?"

"Across the street there's an Inn. Wilson's widow runs the place. You can eat
there," said the bartender, helpfully.

"Thanks," I said, then I left.

Wilson's widow served me some stew that tasted like she took forty different
kinds of vegetables and every part of a cow and just slow cooked it for a week.
It was good, though. After I ate I went outside. It was a bright sunny day. I
looked around the town. There was a brothel on the north side of town, a
general store next to the saloon in the middle of town, and the sheriff's
office was south of her. There was an empty fur trader's shop next to Wilson's
Inn.

I headed south towards the sheriff's office. When I got there I noticed there
were three cells, one of which had a prisoner in it. He was a well-dressed
swindler with three days of growth to his beard.

The sheriff was sitting at his desk sleeping, with his hat over his face. His
badge shined bright.

"Excuse me," I interrupted.

He woke up and put his hat on his head. He looked me up and down. "What can I
do for you ma'am?" he asked.

"I hear one of your deputies is dead. If you need somebody I can take his
place."

"Not one of, my only deputy, so I do need somebody. But, I don't reckon it's a
job for a woman."

I glared at him for a while, until I realized that wouldn't help me get the
job. "I know the law, I can shoot straight and fast if I need to. I've done it
before. Don't let my being a woman fool you, I'm tougher than a lot of men."

"Really?" he looked me up and down again. "Alright, come with me." He took me
out the door in the back. There were two wooden outlines in the general shape
of a person with a black spot in the middle where the heart would be.

"Alright, show me what you can do." He leaned up against the building and
gestured towards the targets.

I swept my coat out of the way, then stretched my fingers a little. As fast as
I could I grabbed my gun and quickly shot the target right in the center.

The sheriff had a look of awe on his face. Without him saying it, I could tell
I was faster than him. He went over to the target and looked at the hole I had
made directly in the center of the black dot. He looked over at me. I had sat
down on the ground and I took out the shell and replaced it with a good bullet
while the gun was still smoking. He looked back at the hole, then he walked
back to me. "You've got the job, let's get you a badge."

It had been two weeks since the new female sheriff's deputy had come to town. I
was in the saloon when she came like a ghost out of a sandstorm. Most weekends
I went to the bar when I was through with work for the day. I run the
blacksmith shop. My name's David Smith.

I was sitting in the corner alone when she came in. What really got my
attention were her dark glasses. I had never seen anything like it. With them I
couldn't see her eyes. She glanced around the room with no expression on her
face. She also had a long riding coat covered with dust hiding her gunbelt just
barely. Her shoulder length hair was dark, like her soul appeared to be. When
she walked into the room the mood changed, as if the mood emanated from her. I
couldn't hear what she said to the bartender, but she must have gotten a room
because she immediately went upstairs after giving him a few coins.

I didn't see her again before I left for the evening. I assumed she was just
passing through. The next day I heard from Isaac Washburn, the man who boarded
horses and hired rigs, that she had brought her horse to him to take care of
for her. I did a lot of business with Isaac and I got a lot of my news from him
as we would chat while I shoed his horses or fixed his wagons.

As I said before, it had been two weeks since she came to our town. She was
still staying at the saloon, though. She hadn't built a house or moved in to a
more permanent place. That told me she wasn't settling down, she was keeping
her options open. She and the sheriff had already taken in several thieves and
a murderer. Se was now going out on her own to catch criminals while the
sheriff stayed in town to watch over the jails and take care of some business
here.

The ride back with "Little Joe" Stimson was rough, but Deborah had made it back
in one piece. "Little Joe" had stolen ten head of cattle. He sold three of them
before she caught him. "Little Joe" wasn't about to come quietly, though. She
had to beat him into submission. He finally calmed down after the fifteenth
time she kicked the crap out of him. Now, she was back and Joe would be in
jail. Now, she could get some sleep. She rode in at sunset and the sheriff was
waiting for her.

"Congratulations, Deputy," he said. He helped her get Joe off his horse. "Come
on, Joe, in with the others." He put "Little Joe" in one of the two cells with
the other prisoners waiting for the marshal to take them to the state capital.
The Sheriff tipped his hat to Deborah and said, "Thanks, now go home, get some
sleep. We'll have a long day tomorrow."

Deborah tipped her hat and rode off to the stable to put her horse away before
going back to her room at the saloon. As Deborah walked back to the saloon, she
glanced towards the brothal in the north side of town. On the balcony there
were three attractive women in their underwear (which was a lot back then). One
of them was just under twenty years old and very pretty. She stirred up
feelings in Deborah that she hadn't felt since she came to this town. She had
some money, so Deborah went to the brothel and asked for that girl, who was
named Rose.

Rose was nervous when they got to her room. She was fairly experienced with
guys, but she'd never been with a woman before. She took off her clothes and
lay down on the bed. Deborah lay down next to her and kissed her deeply. Still
nervous, Rose smiled sheepishly. Deborah smiled and undressed. Rose stared at
Deb's bosoms as she undressed. Kissing her again, Deb caressed Rose's breasts
softly. She moved her hand down to her light blonde pubic hair, rubbing her
mound. Deb smiled again and lay down between Rose's legs. She caressed her slit
until she saw a slight glistening appear. She inhaled deeply, the rich aroma of
her juices. Inserting a finger into Rose's slit, Deb began to thrust slowly.
When Rose began thrusting with the rythm, Deb put another finger in, then
another. Soon Rose was thrusting wildly and all Deb's fingers were thrusting in
and out up to her knuckles. As Rose got wetter and more aroused, Deb's hand got
farther into her pussy. Rose's moans of pleasure got louder and louder. Soon
Deb's arm was in Rose's pussy up passed her wrist and she could feel the end of
her vagina. Rose's juices dripped down Deb's arm and she continued thrusting.
Rose writhed and convulsed all over the bed as she approached orgasm. Deb saw
she was close and rubbed her clit with her other thumb. Rose screamed with
pleasure as she came.

Deborah slowly pulled out her arm and licked it clean. Then she lay down on her
stomach and told Rose to lick her ass. Rose was reluctant at first, but she
submitted. Slowly at first, she caressed Deb's ass with her tongue. Deb moaned
with pleasure. As Rose saw that Deb was enjoying it, she started enjoying it
too. She inserted her tongue farther and farther until her whole face was in
Deb's ass crack and her tongue was deep inside her. Deb started rubbing her
clit, but Rose stopped her and put her fingers in her slit. While licking her
ass, she rubbed her clit and thrust her fingers in her pussy. Deb came with
tremendous force and gushed all over Rose's hand. They played together all
night.


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