Fat Joe and Kathleen
Copyright© 2025 by Ayra Atkinson
Chapter 9
Western Sex Story: Chapter 9 - In the dusty frontier town of Dreadworth, fifteen-year-old orphan Joe survives by shining shoes and carrying bags for strangers. His life changes when he encounters Mrs. Kathleen “The Sapphire Siren” McGowan, a mysterious newcomer with a past as colorful as her ambitions. Kathleen arrives with a plan to take the stage at the notorious Courage Saloon and make herself unforgettable. Drawn into her world of cabaret lights, whispered deals, and unspoken dangers, Joe becomes her trusted helper and..
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The next morning, Joe woke up with the sun, his mind racing with the possibilities of the day ahead. He knew that finding a carriage taxi in Dreadworth would be no easy task, especially one that would be willing to take them out to the ranch.
But he was determined. He had made a promise to Mrs. Kathleen, and he wasn’t about to let her down. He threw on the clean set of clothes Monsieur LeBlanc had given him and set out into the early morning light, his heart pounding in his chest.
The streets of Dreadworth were just beginning to stir, the sounds of roosters crowing and the distant clank of spurs echoing through the air. The saloons just opened, their doors swinging lazily as patrons stumbled out into the dusty streets, their faces lined with the excesses of the night before.
Joe made his way to the back of the Courage Saloon, where the stables stood. The aroma of hay and horse manure filled his nostrils as he approached, feeling a sense of urgency that was new to him. He had never had anything to live for, anything to fight for, until now. Flashblack, the majestic stallion that had become their silent sentinel, nickered in recognition as Joe approached.
The horse was a symbol of their journey, a silent witness to their pact and the changes they had undergone. He stroked Flashblack’s neck, feeling the power beneath the velvety coat.
Flashblack’s eyes met his, and Joe felt a strange connection, as if the stallion understood his words. He mounted the horse with newfound confidence, feeling the power of their bond as they set off into the early morning light. The streets of Dreadworth were slowly coming to life, but Joe had a mission that didn’t allow for distraction. His eyes scanned the horizon, looking for any sign of a livery stable or a carriage for rent.
After a few minutes of searching, Joe spotted a man hitching a carriage outside a dusty general store. The man looked rough around the edges, with a thick beard and a scuffed hat pulled low over his eyes. He approached cautiously, aware that in a town like Dreadworth, trust was a commodity as scarce as water.
“Mister,” Joe called out, his voice cracking slightly with nerves, “I’m looking to rent a carriage to take us out to the Flossie Johnson ranch.”
The man looked him over, his gaze lingering on the pouch of coins Joe held out. “You got the coin for it, little blackboy?” he asked, his voice gruff but not unkind.
Joe nodded, feeling the weight of the coins in the pouch. “Yes, sir,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ve got more than enough.”
The man’s eyes narrowed, sizing him up. Then, with a grunt, he nodded. “Alright, then,” he said, spitting a wad of tobacco onto the ground.
Joe nodded eagerly, agreeing to the terms. He led Flashblack back to the Courage Saloon, the sound of the horse’s hooves echoing through the still-sleeping streets. Mrs. Kathleen was waiting outside, her beauty framed by the early morning light. She wore a simple dress that hugged her curves, her blonde hair tied back in a loose bun. Her eyes lit up when she saw Joe approaching, and she couldn’t help but notice the change in him.
As Joe approached, he slid off Flashblack with an air of confidence that had been previously unseen. He handed the reins to a stable boy and turned to Mrs. Kathleen. “I’ve got us a carriage,” he said, his voice firm. “We’re leaving for the ranch today.”
Mrs. Kathleen’s eyes widened in surprise, and she couldn’t help but smile at the transformation in the young boy she had taken under her wing. “Already?” she asked, her voice filled with excitement.
Joe nodded, a sense of pride swelling within him. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, gesturing to the carriage that was making its way down the street. “It’ll be here any minute.”
Mrs. Kathleen’s eyes widened as the carriage pulled up, the dust from its wheels creating a small cloud around them. The driver, a grizzled old man with a toothless grin, tipped his hat. “Mrs. McGowan,” he said, his voice a gravelly drawl, “I reckon you’re ready to head out to the Johnson ranch?”
While Mrs. Kathleen stepped inside to speak with Lady Myrtle England, Joe took charge of packing her belongings. He had watched her move with such grace and poise at the saloon, but now he saw the weariness etched into her features, the lines of her face telling a story of struggle and survival.
With a newfound sense of purpose, Joe gathered her bags and suitcases, feeling the weight of each one like a testament to her burdens. He had seen her dance, had watched her transform into the Sapphire Siren, but this was a different kind of performance, one of strength and resilience.
He lugged the luggage out to the carriage, the leather creaking under the weight of her worldly possessions. The sun was climbing higher, casting a warm glow over the dusty street as he worked. Each step was deliberate, each movement a silent promise that he would do whatever it took to ensure her new life at the ranch was everything she deserved.
Mrs. Kathleen emerged from the saloon, her eyes shining with gratitude as she saw the carriage waiting. She stepped closer to Lady Myrtle, taking her hand in hers. “Thank you,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “For everything.”
Lady Myrtle’s face softened, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she smiled. “It’s the least I could do, dear,” she said. “You’ve brought more life into this old place than anyone else I’ve ever known.”
Mrs. Kathleen took a deep breath, her hand tightening around Lady Myrtle’s. “There’s one more thing,” she said, her voice a little shaky. “I want to keep my job here at the Courage. Just for a little while longer. I need to keep my skills sharp,” she said. “And there’s something about performing at the Courage that gives me strength, that makes me feel alive.”
Lady Myrtle nodded, her eyes understanding. “Of course, dear,” she said. “You do what you must.”
Mrs. Kathleen climbed into the carriage, her heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. This was it, the start of a new chapter in her life. She watched as Joe swung up onto Flashblack, the stallion’s muscles rippling beneath him. He looked so much older than his thirteen years, his eyes filled with a determination that belied his youth.
As the carriage lurched forward, Joe urged Flashblack to keep pace beside it. The horse’s hooves pounded the dirt road, sending plumes of dust into the air. Mrs. Kathleen leaned out the window, her hand brushing against Joe’s leg as she watched the town of Dreadworth slowly fade into the distance.
“Don’t be afraid, Joe,” she called out, her voice strong and reassuring. “Change can be scary, but it’s also a chance for us to become who we’re truly meant to be.”
Joe nodded, feeling a knot in his stomach loosen as Mrs. Kathleen’s words washed over him. He had never been one to put much stock in destiny or fate, but there was something about her, something that made him believe that together, they could conquer the world.
The carriage rumbled along the dusty road, the sound of its wheels a comforting constant beneath the cacophony of his thoughts. Joe’s eyes remained on Mrs. Kathleen, her beauty a stark contrast to the harsh landscape around them. She was like a beacon of hope in a town that had never shown him any.
“Mrs. Kathleen,” he began, his voice a little shaky, “I just wanted to tell you...”
Mrs. Kathleen turned to him, her eyes filled with understanding. “What is it, Joe?”
Joe took a deep breath, his heart pounding in his chest. “As long as you’re beside me, Mrs. Kathleen, I ain’t afraid of nothing,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ve seen the worst this town has to offer, but with you, I feel like I can take on the world.”
Mrs. Kathleen’s smile was like the sun breaking through the clouds. She reached out and took Joe’s hand, her grip firm and reassuring. “You’re braver than you know, Joe,” she said softly. “And together, we’re unstoppable.”
The journey to the ranch was long and hot, the sun beating down on them without mercy. But Joe didn’t mind. He was too busy watching Mrs. Kathleen, her eyes closed, her head resting against the side of the carriage, her breathing deep and even. She looked peaceful, a stark contrast to the turmoil that usually filled her features.