She was the law in Coos County. Upland mountains, lowland valleys…she always got her man.
They’d said that HE was the wildest gun in the East. Unstoppable, untamable, uncontrollable.
She found him there, in the high meadow. Told him she would bring him in. Took his gun, took his freedom. She took him in her hand, took him into her tight sheath, rode him hard in camp. Then, rode him back to Boston-towne.
Stopped outside the jail, she stood outside his window. Licked the barrel of his 45 as she’d licked his cock up in the mountains.
To the victor go the spoils.