Again, Cody burst out laughing, this time even harder.
Glancing around the wagon, the reason became clear, and Britania gasped in alarm. One of her trunks had burst open, spewing lacy beribboned undergarments hither and yon.
These were not items worn by the type of lady she pretended to be. They were outrageous dainties, a jezebel's delight, couture de jour for a whore.
“Oh, bloody ’ell.”
Set in Colorado, 1880
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what a tantalizing little snippet. I loved it, thanks.
ReplyDeleteI love westerns! Sounds like a great story.
ReplyDeleteI really enjoyed reading this story and these eight lines were awesome!
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