Saloon Stories

Work at the saloon wasn't what I had dreamt of doing, but since daddy died, I needed to find work. Thankfully Bill offered me this job with a place to stay upstairs. I knew some of the girls who lived there used their room for more than sleep. I had yet to find anyone that I wanted to bring upstairs, and I had promised myself that I wouldn't be a woman of loose virtue.  It was time for me to go. I slipped on the mask. Mad...

It was a couple days before Anna could gather herself enough to return to the saloon. When she did, she had Clint by her side for support. The girls were very understanding as was Sam, the barkeep. "You just take your time, Anna. Me and the other girls can keep the place running till you are ready to return," Sam said. "That's just it, Sam... I'm not sure I can come back. I mean, I might be able to serve drinks downstairs...

 He had lost track of how long he had been riding... it seemed like he had been in that saddle since he was able to sit up straight. One day melted into another and the nights had been cold and lonely for as long as he could remember. But that was the life of a drifter such as he. His world consisted of his horse, his saddle, and the meager supplies he carried with him at the time. His days began at the crack of dawn, mak...