Date: Wed, 16 Nov 2022 00:26:30 +0000 (UTC) From: Justin Balancier Subject: The Denton Boys Part 6 "The Denton Boys" Part 6 ****** Chad's thinking was correct, when he said, - "C'mon, let's start with Fanny. She doesn't miss a trick and has probably screwed Jesse's pecker shorter by now." At least she could shed light on seeing him in the saloon, if nothing else. Sawyer was hesitant about meeting up with Fanny. He was inexperienced and didn't fancy saloon women anyway. Fanny was not the way Sawyer understood women. She was a saloon whore and he had no interest in what she had to offer except for information. ****** The joint was busting with cowpokes yelling, drinking beer and grabbing the skimpy dressed floozies by the arm, getting them to the bar for a drink. Chad studied the crowd and Fanny was right in the middle of the whooping and laughing. Sawyer and Chad walked into the saloon towards Fanny, who was sitting at a table with an older cowpoke. There was no hiding this bitch's action. She was smiling with her Scarlett face, being available for a price. "I'm busy right now," said Fanny looking up at Chad and Sawyer, standing by the table where she cuddled next to an old gent who happened to be a prospector. "Go to the bar and get a whisky – enjoy yourself," she said, waving them away with her hand. "Enjoying myself, is one of my weaknesses, however, I have a question," barked Chad. "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 Jesse, who carried your packages earlier today? "Oh, that one!" "Whatta you mean –"That one," interrupted Sawyer. Jesse 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. (He owns the place) paid the extra three dollars for him, and threw his ass out. Too bad too, he was a keeper." "I'm his brother, Sawyer. I'll give Jack the three dollars." Fanny waved Jack over and Sawyer paid him. It was fast and simple with no apologies from anyone. ****** They left the saloon, deciding where to go next, when Chad spotted Jesse standing by the corral, waiting for Sawyer to go home. "Am I glad to find you," said Sawyer. "Ma is probably waiting supper. Two saloon women that were friendly with Fanny, walked by casting a disgusting glance towards Jesse. "Take a picture," yelled Jesse, "It will last longer." "Stop it," shouted Sawyer. "I know," agreed Jesse. "Some of these whores can drive a feller plum out of his head. Once they get their hooks into you, yur pecker's a goner and so is your money. "I thought you went lookin for a whore, - what happened? "I just told you, by-ginger Sawyer, keep up - pay attention." "Yuh set to hit the road," said Jesse. "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." "Have you been drinkin?" asked Sawyer. "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 Jesse, sounding mean to his brother. He never did that before and already regretting it. "How's your pecker," asked Sawyer. "Is it clean?" "Yup, like a new born calf. I'm still packin in the ole nut sack too," replied Jesse. The `all-fired' jabbering, between the Denton boys, was of no concern to Chad. He strutted down the street, towards the livery stable like a cowboy, but not an ordinary cowboy. The strutting was pure Texan. Chad looked back at Jesse and Sawyer, before going into the stable. His shirt was hanging over his pants; he hesitated and smiled, watching Jesse and Sawyer ride off, leaving a trail of dust behind. The bare earth appeared scorched in tiny circles, with weeds on the ground suffering in abundance. "This is about to get interesting," thought Chad. "I've got to study on that." The hoses galloped along the roadway, allowing hoofs and dust, to win again. A short distance before turning off cross-country brought them back to the farm. "How you doin, you ain't drunk?" "Nah, I had two beers and already pissed them away." Jesse assured him. He was fiddle fit, and riding like the cowboy he's' been all his life. ****** At the farm, they rode straight to the barn and unsaddled their mounts. Their pa was sitting on the stoop in his favorite chair and Clara was pouring some water on a mangy looking geranium plant in a moss stained clay pot, on the stoop. "Got the harness?" yelled Ezra before the boys even reached the stoop. "You and that fool harness. Can't you even say "howdy" to the boys?" Clara barked at him. "Why do that? I know who they are. I wanna see what kind of a job these chiselers took me for this time." "You old fool, it's only 50 cents." "It was 75 cent, Sawyer said correcting his ma." "See, I was right. It should have been 50 cents," added pa. "Chiselers - all of them." ******* To be continued...