Chapter 8

“I’ll help look for Bart. I know the town, and the people best to avoid,” said Abe.

“I’m obliged. That would help. Maybe I should just go back to the farm. Bart is old enough to take care of himself; still, pa will ask questions for which I have no answers.

“Nah, you’re stuck with me a bit longer,” said Abe. We might have to do some ass kickin, but it won’t come to that.”

“I know Iris,” continued Abe, she is the glamourous one going after men with money. She pulled that shit on me and I went along with it.”

“You mean upstairs, for $2.00 dollars?” Colt asked.

“Not Iris, she’s $5.00 dollars.

“She does have a good body,” agreed Colt.

“Nah, nothing worth remembering, it’s not for everybody and definitely not for me. Now, take Sage Brush Creek, a place for real folks. That’s what a man needs, talkin about good bodies.

Colt didn’t have a worry in the world when it came to Abe. He knew first hand, what he had, between his legs, is the need that Abe was referring.

“C’mon, let’s start with Iris. She doesn’t miss a trick and has probably screwed his pecker off by now. See how these mama whores work!” declared Abe. “Do me a special, don’t go pecker poking one of the saloon cats. I put a claim on you at Sage Brush Creek.”

“Yep, it’s yours alright,” agreed Colt.

“I’m busy right now,” said Iris looking up at Abe and Colt, standing by the table where she cuddled next to an old prospector.

“I have a question,” barked Abe.

“No.”

“No what, you haven’t heard the questions yet?”

“I’m busy for the rest of the day. Go see Crystal. Don’t expect any buy one, get one free deals.”

“Not that, you ninny, where is the cowpoke Bart, who carried your packages earlier today?

“He left after getting into a little mess. He got into a card game and lost. He owed seven dollars and only had four dollars. Now, you know, you can’t do that playing poker.

“Jack paid the three dollars for him, and threw his ass out.  Too bad too, he was a keeper.”

“I’m his brother, Colt. I’ll give Jack the three dollars.”

Iris waved Jack over and Colt paid him.

They left the saloon not knowing the whereabouts of Bart, when Abe spotted him standing by the corral. He was waiting for Colt, to go home to the farm.

“Yuh set to hit the road,” said Bart. “Did you remember pa’s harness; don’t want to listen all through supper calling us dumb.

“I’ve got it. He will like it.”

Abe returned to the livery stable after saying ‘howdy’ to Bart, with no following conversation.

“Have you been drinkin?” asked Colt.

“Never you mind! Me and whisky’s got a personal understanding.”

“That’s good to know. I won’t be sayin anything more.”

“I don’t care one way or the other,” replied Bart, sounding mean to his brother. He never did that before and already regretting it.

“That’s nothing…Let’s get the hell out of this town” said Colt…

“Let’s ride.” Bart agreed.

To be continued……