Chapter 12

While everyone was laughing at the newlywed couple, I grabbed Fiona’s hand and pulled her to me.

“Fiona, my wife and the love of my life. Let’s go home,” my last words spoken as a plea.

“Should we wait for Arly and Betty to come back?”

“No, we should go over to their house and bang on the bedroom window to play hob with their wedding night, day, whatever, like he did with mine!”

“Are you never going to get over that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe we can try having another wedding night sometime.”

“Yeah, maybe that would be a good idea.”

“Maybe we can have one every night all the way back to Wisconsin. Remember I can’t go longer than it takes to spell Wisconsin without loving you.”

“I like that.”

“First, let’s go and have lunch at the cafe and say good bye to Thelma. Then we can get the wagon hitched up and be on the road.”

We joined the crowd that was now following the sportin’ girls to the saloon to continue the celebration. On the way I thought I heard something about free ones all night. I wasn’t worried because I was going to have free ones for the rest of my days.

We walked through the squeaking door into the cafe. The boards on the windows had been propped open to allow light inside. We took our traditional seats in the corner and a young girl came out that had big dimples and soft, brown hair.

“Hi, can I take your orders?”

“Wendy?” Fiona said, surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Hello Red!” the pretty girl said. “I began to think that the sort of men who will marry a girl are probably not in a saloon. So I’m gonna quit being a sportin’ girl and find me a nice, hardworking miner or cowboy and settle down like you and Betty did.”

“Well good luck to you. What’s on the menu?”

“Buffalo steak, bear stew, and baked chicken. Plus the mash potatoes and green beans and okra.”

“I’ll have the chicken and all. Mick what about you?”

“I’ll have the bear stew and all.”

“Thank you.”

The young girl turned and walked to the kitchen.

“She was a sportin’ girl? She can’t be old enough!” I asked.

“Yes. She’s twenty-three but looks so much younger. There are some men that like them young. She hated those men, me too. Damned perverts. I hope she finds a good man like Betty and I have.”

“Well, men gotta eat and if she is truly not gonna be a sportin’ girl anymore, some miner or ranch hand will see the good in her and strike it rich, like Arly and me.”

Fiona leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and subtly reached down and gave my cock a squeeze.

“Some of the men are gonna miss her. She’s the only other girl that worked at the saloon that could have swallowed all of this like I do.”

“Really!?”

“Don’t go getting any ideas. You ain’t no Mormon.”

That made me laugh. Wendy brought out our food and kept our coffee cups filled during our meal. When we got done I paid and asked Wendy if Thelma was available to say good bye to us.

“Oh yes. She told me to let her know when you were fixing to leave. I’ll go get her.”

Wendy ran to the kitchen and a few minutes later Wendy and Thelma, wiping her hands on her apron like Otto used to do, came out of the kitchen together. She came right over to the table and pulled Fiona to her feet. She hugged Fiona and cried a bit. Then she did the same with me.

“I’m going to miss you two.”

“Who you gonna find to break up your place when I’m gone, Thelma?” I asked as she held me at arm’s length.

“Oh you!” She whacked me on the arm. “There’s still Arly.”

“You mean Sheriff Arly? No he’s a peace loving man now.”

“Yeah, he’s loving a piece alright. I may not see him for a week!”

“Are you going to be OK without Otto?” Fiona asked.

“I think so. I hired Wendy so that handsome men would come in more often. You know you and she were the only ones that could take care of Otto.”

I looked at the three women in stunned silence and Thelma chuckled a bit.

“Mick, every couple of months, I’d let Otto go over to the saloon and either Wendy or Red would take care of him. They were the only women there that could take his whole cock down their throats. I sure couldn’t. I was lucky to only get six or seven inches down. I knew how much he loved having that whole cock of his taken down so I’d let him go to Red or Wendy.”