the misadventures of sierra and lulabell-lulabell

she found herself sitting in the bar ready to drown her sorrows with buttery nipples. she doesn't quite know what it is about the drink, but they always seem to be an answer when she's looking for one. she had a rough day. not that she minds rough, but there are times where rough isn't good. she sits down at the bar and places her order with the bartender and starts to process the events that had brought her here.


lulabell is a beautiful girl, but like most girls, she doesn't always believe this. and like most girls, she's always questioning her worth and if she is worth someone's time and attention. the poor thing has had her heart broken a few more times than what she really cares to admit to, but then again, what girl hasn't? but she does believe there's a few different types of hearbreaks. these past few ones were of the nastier persausion, those kind that leave nasty marks on one's heart. ya know, where the boy takes a little piece of your heart with him as he's walking out the door. the ones you never heal from no matter how much time passes or alcohol is consumed. but that was just one thing she was dealing with. not only was she trying to put the pieces of her heart back together from the two jackasses who decied to break it, but from all the others who had hurt her in more ways than she could count, or care to count. she had been looking for the one to call her one and only, and of course, so far no such luck. so she keeps searching hoping that maybe one day he'll appear out of the blue...

like i said, lulabell's day had been more than what she could handle. one of those jackasses who decied to take a piece of her heart decided to show up in town for whatever reason. the only reason she could think of was because he was bored and decided that torment sounded like fun. he decided he wanted to "be friends". we all know that ex's don't always make very good friends. especially when that particular ex broke your heart into so many pieces you never thought you could put it back together. he decided to flaunt to lulabell how great his life was going, the last thing she wanted to hear. especially when that life is with the girl he dumped her for. being the polite one that she is, she sat across from him at the local cafe, smiling, nodding her head, acting like she was truly interested in all that was being said when in all reality she was sitting there imaging gouging his eyes out with his fork or banging his head repeatedly against the table. either one sounded good. she'd feel good either way and that was all that mattered. every word that came out of his mouth just ripped the band aids off her heart. she felt that if she could show what she was feeling inside, her heart would be gushing blood all over not just herself, but the table and him as well. that happened to be the longest hour and a half of her life. lulabell was so glad when he finally said he needed to go. "good bye and good riddance" is all she could think as she watched him walk out of the door. she sat there and finished her soda as she tried to decide what she was going to do to with herself the rest of the day. she knew if she stayed at the cafe she'd just wallow in self pity and as inviting as that sounded, she knew it was too early. she could do that later while downing a few alcoholic beverages. she sat there wondering why she even sat through the entire talk. she had been sitting here, enjoying her breakfast when he came and sat down at her table once he spotted her. she could of gotten up and moved elsewhere. she could of told him to fuck off, as she has imagined doing so many times before. but no. she sat here and listened to him carry on, not even asking about her. was she some kind of emotional masochist? why did she put herself through this? and why was she playing twenty questions with herself sober? with that last thought, she paid her bill and moseyed on out. she stood outside for a moment trying to decide what kind of trouble she was gonna cause next.

since she wasn't quite up to causin a ruckus, she decided she'd go see grannie. she realized it's been a couple of days since she'd even talked to grannie, which was so unlike her. grannie had always bene the voice of reason in lulabells' life. lulabell had been basically raised by grannine since she was a young child. she didn't always live with Grannie. like most children, she started out livin with her momma, but that ended up not being such a good thing. momma had a drinking problem and wasn't always the nicest when she was intoxicated. since lulabell's daddy had passed years ago, she seemed to be the target of her momma's drunken rampages. once grannine got a whif of what was going on, she got lulabell out of that situation. yes, over the years some of them wounds that lulabell's momma left her with did evenutally heal, but things were never the same again between her. grannie became more like her momma than her own momma was. even after lulabell grew up and got out into the world on her own, she's always been close to grannie. in her words, grannie is her world. she knew that would be the one place she could go and everything in the world would be okay. she climbed onto her horse sundae and took off towards grannie.

once there, she tied sundae up and knocked on the door, even though she knew there was no need to be so formal. she could hear grannie from within the house telling whoever was at the door to wait, that she was on her way. lulabell tried to wipe the tears from her eyes before grannie opened the door. she knew that there was no reason for this, but because of pride reasons, she didn't want grannie seeing her cry. but that plan just didn't work out. once grannie opened the door and lulabell saw her, she fell into grannie's arms and the tears started rolling. grannie hugged her tightly, stroking her hair and telling lulabell that everything was okay. she walked lulabell over to the couch and sat her down and took off for the kitchen. lulabell could hear some rattling of dishes and knew what was happening. ever since she was a little girl, any time she had a rough day, grannie always had a plate of home made chocolate chip cookies and a cold glass of milk to help take the pain away. just thinking of this made her smile. despite the fact that she's thirty years old, grannie still did this. grannine came back with the cookies and the milk, sat them down in front of lulabell then sat down next to her on the couch.

"i'm all ears honey. what happened to have you this upset?"

lulabell looked up at her grannie, wiping the tears from her eyes and trying to slow her breathing down enough so she could talk.

"i saw him grannie. i saw him. i was at the cafe eatin breakfast and he walked in. decided to join me. told me how great his life is. and the entire time he had no idea how much he hurt me. i don't know why i sat there and listened to him carry on like that. oh grannie, i just can't tell you how much it killed me to see him!"

grannie moved closer and wrapped her arms around lulabell and held her tightly, telling her that she was alright, that she was safe. grannie just closed her eyes shaking her head wishing she could kill that sumofabitch that caused her baby so much pain.

"lulabell honey, i hate seeing you like this. i know how bad he hurt you honey. i know. i hate that you fall apart like this everytime you see him. he was such an ass for doing that. of course he knows how badly he hurt you. that man is just a selfish asshole and isn't worth a single one of your tears. now i know that's much easier said than done baby. i know. i've had my heart broken more times than i care to admit to before i met your grandpa. i know what you're feeling baby and i know you don't believe me right now, but you will get through this. i know you will. you're strong baby, you can do anything and get through anything!"

hearing grannie's words made her feel better. she gave grannine one more tight squeeze before letting go and eating a cookie. yes, she started to feel better. she knew that grannie is right. she also knew that this morning wouldn't be the last time she'd see that jackass either. she knew that she couldn't let him see her like this. she knew that is what he wanted. she had to show him that she has moved on as well. she knows that she needs to do. even though she knows how hard this is going to be, this needs to be done. she's not going to let the sumofabitch get the best of her. she didn't know where she was going to see him at, she just knew she'd run across him again. she figured that when she sees him again, he needs to show her what he's missing, so she headed home to gussy herself up.

now like i said ealier, lulabell is beautiful. she's about 5'4", long curly red hair(well, at least right now its red. hard telling what color it might be next week), green eyes, and has curves in all the right places and like every other girl, knows how to use those curves to the best of her ability. she got him once with those curves, she can get him again. but this time, it'll be on her terms. he'll never know what hit him after she's done with him. she knows that she needs to find that perfect outfit that will just knocks the socks off of that sumofabitch. she's got to stop him dead in his tracks so she can get her revenge on the man who broke her heart...

now, ya'll are probably wondering if this 'sumofabitch' has a name. of course he has a name. just no one dares to say it cause they don't want to face the wrath of lulabell. even her own grannie knows darn good and well to not mention the name. hell, this narrator is even scared to say his name, but i'm sure you good folks are all intrigued to know a little bit about this man. his name is clark dillenger. he's a handsome fella. short brown hair, gotee, piercing blue eyes, about 5'11, and two hundred pounds, and a smile that could charm the panties off of any girl, that is if she was wearing any. and that's exactly how he got lulabell. the smile and those eyes. that girl has always been a sucker for a beautiful pair of eyes and an amazing smile. she had found herself in a bit of a pinch when she first met him. she had tried to catch some robbers, but three of them, one of her...things didn't go according to plan for her. she ended up tied to a tree. she figured she was gonna be there for awhile because she didn't know if and when someone was gonna come by, and even if they did, if they'd be someone she'd want to help her. well, after she'd been tied up for a bit, she saw this figure in the distance. she was both hopeful and scared. she was hoping whoever this figure might be they'd not be some crazy person who'd want to hack her into a million pieces but someone sane who'd be willing to help a damsiel in distress. so, one could see why she was feeling the way she was. as the figure approached closer, she could tell it was a male. she was hoping for another female cause gawd only knows what a man might do finding her in this situation. clint must of seen her as well cause he slowed down as he approached her...

"well howdy there miss. looks like you got yourself in a situation."

she looks at him and rolls her eyes. "idiot", she mumbles under her breath. "yes, i am in a bit of a situation and i'd aprechiate it if you'd quit talking about my situation and would untie me. these ropes are begining to become mighty uncomfortable."

he just looks at her and smiles. and with that one smile, she's done for. in stick a fork in her she's done. that smile just melts her heart and about the same time she notices those blue eyes of his and now she's just past done. she's a pile of goo on the ground. he gets down of of his horse and walks over to her, giving her a look over before doing anything else. like any other girl, this makes her extremely uncomfortable. cause ya'll all know us women folk are awfully self concious about our looks. he smiles to himself as he watches her watch him.

"well, are you just gonna stare at me or do you plan on helping me? as much as i love bein tied up, it gets a bit uncomfortable after an hour or two."

he chuckles. "of course missy i'm gonna help you. i'm clint by the way...do you happen to have a name?"

"of course. most know me by trouble but my given name is lulabell."

"what a beautiful name for such a beautiful girl."

clint's smooth tongue makes lulabell forget about the discomfort of her binds. hell, him just being around makes her forget about the discomfort of her binds. she's afraid what kind of first impression she's making being seen like this. then she starts to wonder if she even looks presentable. how messed up is her make up? what does her hair look like? she thinks to herself since he's still giving her that funny 'boy likes girl' look she must be okay. she feels embarrassed to be sole focus of his attention, but then again out here, there's not too much to pay attention to and its hard to not stare at a girl tied to a tree. he walks over to her and starts to untie the ropes. she's hoping he can't hear her heart pounding and that she's not giving off a nervous vibe. usually around the men folk, she's much more confident, but isn't sure what it is about clint that's making her so unsure of herself all of a sudden. she can feel the ropes loosen around her as he unties the knot. after finally being freed after being tied up for the past few hours she feels better, more relaxed. she steps away from the tree rubbing her wrists and smiling at him as he watches her.

"thank you much clint for the assistance. if you don't mind, i would like to bother you for one more thing...my horse done ran off and i don't know where to and i know you're heading the oppisite way, but is there any way you could take me back to town?"

he smiles. "you don't think i'd leave you out here in the middle of nowhere? come on now...give me more credit than that!"

she smiles as she feels the butterflies fluttering around in her stomach. she never thought that she'd meet a knight in shining armor out in the middle of nowhere. hell, in all honesty, she was beginning to think that she wasn't going to meet a knight in shining armor anywhere. clint helped her onto his horse and then they headed back towards town. on the ride back, they talked about anything and everything. she couldn't believe how much they had in common and not just that, but how drop dead gorgeous. lulabell tried to not get herself too excited because when they first met, he was on his way out. she figured once they reached town, she'd get off his horse and that would be the last she heard from clint. but she found herself mighty surprised. he asked her where there was somewhere they could go talk for awhile. said he was in no rush to head back where he's from and it'd be a sin to pass up some time with good company. these words made her heart soar higher than she ever thought possible. she directed him to the nearest cafe where they sat and talked for hours on end. even shut the place down. after he dropped her off on her door step, clint tipped his hat and told her that she hadn't seen the last of him. she went to bed feeling better than she had in a long time....

that was just the beginning. they spent all the time they could together. for the first time in a long time, lulabell felt truly loved and accepted, something she figured she would never feel or find. she was in a state of bliss. she felt like she could conquer the world. he supported her in everything she did, never laughed at her dreams, laughed at her jokes, never once agreed when she said something made her look fat, told her that she's the most beautiful woman in the world, you know, all those things females love to hear. he was perfet in every way. they'd spend their free time taking walks in the park and cuddling together in bed. lulabell never thought that something like this would ever happen. she finally had someone she could and wanted to spend the rest of her life with. everytime they kissed, everytime they touched, sparks flew, her heart skipped a beat, she felt a loss of breath. she never knew love could be like this. everything she had experinced before clint, she always thought that the mediocre feelings she had felt before was the best things were going to get. she never knew that a man could make her heart and spirit soar this high. clint had made this gun slinger want to calm down, become a real lady and not continue on with her rough and roudy ways. next thing you know, these two love birds were making future plans. he kept dropping hints that he was ready to settle down and start a family. now ya'll know these are magical words to any female, okay, almost any female. but most of the normal ones anyways. she knew it was coming any day. one day they decided to make plans to a little trip downtown. it was so hard for her to contain herself because she knew what was downtown. yeah, the courthouse was downtown but she'd shove her booted foot so far up his ass if she didn't get that engagement ring before making the trip to the courthouse. she tried not to look too much into this upcoming trip. he had promised to be there on saturday. unfortunately work was going to keep him away until then. that was the only bad thing about his work. as a cattle hearder he was kept way for days at a time and those days he was away seemed like an enternity but they did sweeten the time they had together...


saturday came. and saturday went. as did sunday, monday, and the rest of the days after that. she didn't know what happened. she got to point where she couldn't eat or sleep. she didn't know how to function. after that first week, lulabell knew she needed to pull herself together. she knew all this moping around wasn't good for her. she just couldn't understand what had happened. at first she thought that maybe he was a little behind schedual which happens in that line of work. but then she knew something else was going on. something else was going on with him that no longer included her. that was a harsh bitter pill to swallow. and like every other female out there, she wondered what she had done wrong. where had she messed up, what caused him to promise him the world one day and then disappear the next. she just knew though she needed to pick up the pieces of her shattered world and go on.

and that's exactly what she did. took some time, but she slowly started to heal from clint. got on with her life. at that point she vowed to never allow herself to get suckered in by another man ever again. no matter what. she'd never allow herself to feel like this again. she knew she couldn't handle another heartache like this again. raised all sorts of hell. did the things she knew how to do best. she had found a way to get back to normal without him. that was until he showed up...but like i said, she had a plan on how to get him back for treating her the way he did.

now like i was sayin, she went home to gussy herself up to lead him to her lair so she could exact her revenge. she stood in front of her open closet for a moment browsing through her wardrobe. then it hit her. she pulled out a dress that hadn't seen the light of day for a long time. she knew if anything was gonna get his attention, this dress would do it. she quickly dressed and did her hair and make up and rushed out the door to find clint.

she walked into the diner where she knew she'd find him. she was so right about the dress. his mouth bout hit the floor when he saw lulabell. she slid into the seat across the table for him and smiled. they chatted again about they time they spent together. she was just getting him warmed up. as the night went on, she could tell that he was forgettin about that new someone special he had left her for and had this look like he felt he was about to get lucky. he was gonna get lucky alright, just not the way he had planned. he rushed through dinner, hardly chewing his food so they could leave. after the bill was paid she took him by the arm and lead him out of the diner and into a secluded area, so they could have a bit more privacy. of course this was in the plan. she'd made sure to have the area ready for him. there was no way she could be haulin around rope looking like a beauty queen and no one notice.

"now doll baby, i want to play a game...you up for a friendly game?"

"oh yes lulabell...i'm up for a game," clint said with a huge shit eatin grin on his face.

"take off the clothes...well, leave the underwear on, for now anyways," she said winking her eye.

like most men, clint was much directed by his dick. since he figured he was gonna get a good fuck, he was all about doin what he was told, even though normally he's the one giving the orders. he quickly stripped down to his underwear standing there grinning, awaiting the order. he figured he'd play her game then he'd get to play his. lulabell dug into a bag and pulled out some rope and grinned at him. clint knew things were gettin good. that was one of his favorite things about lulabell, her love of bondage. he figured he could tie her up, have his way and mosey on home. what he didn't realize was lulabell wasn't gonna be the one tied up. she walked over to him smiling, holding the rope.

"ready to play?"

he grins. "now darlin, don't you need to undress before i tie you up? i'd hate to have to cut that pretty dress off of you."

this makes her laugh. "oh but honey the rope isn't for me...it's for you. i figured we'd do a little role reversal...i tie you up this time. then i'll let you tie me up clint...i know how much you love tying me up."

clint figures after what he did, he owes her this one privilage so he agrees. she ties the rope to his wrists then ties the other end of the ropes to the trees. after making sure lover boy is nice and secure, she figures she needs to get him a little more hot and bothered before he's let in on the real reason why he's here. she backs away from him, watching the dog lick his lips. she slowly starts to undo her dress, peeling the tight fitting material away from her body. she can not only see the excitement in his face, but elsewhere as well. she stood there in front of him wearin nothing but her underwear and her hands on his hips. she walked closer to him, reaching out with a hand, running a finger around the band of his underwear. she looks clint square in the eye.

"you know, i should cut your dick off for what you did to me you worthless sumofabitch!"

this catches clint completely off guard. "what are you talking about sugar?"

"don't sugar me and you know damn good and well what i'm talking about!"
she reaches up and slaps him across the face.

"damn that felt good! i've been wanting to do that for a LONG time now. how dare you leave me, just drop off the face of the world and leave me wonderin about you then come to find out you're nothing but a ball less coward too chicken to tell me that he doesn't want me anymore and ran off with some other stupid woman!" by this point, miss lulabell is stomping her foot, unable to control the anger that she's unleashed.

he stands there(well, not that he has much of a choice to do anything else), looking at her, not sure how to respond.

"i never meant..."

"yeah, you never meant to, but you did and then here you come prancin into town like some prized stallion bragging about how great your life is with this new woman and how you've never been happier not once thinking about how i might be feeling! that's why tonight, you're getting what you deserve!"

with that, she backs away and picks up her dress and puts it on.

"lulabell, where are you going?"

"home. to change. then to the bar. i need something to drink."

"what about me?"

"what about you?"

"you can't..."

"oh hell yes i can and i am and i will thank you very much."

with that last sentnce, she turns around and walks away, never looking back...

the misadventures of sierra and lulabell-the meeting

they were riding along together, leaving the last town they were at, not looking back. they figured this was for the best before they got chased out. they figured after the sheriff was caught hog tied in a locked cell and wearing nothing but his tighty whities would be more than enough to get them into trouble if they stuck around. that's one thing about women's intuition, always getting while the getting is good. they didn't feel guilty for what they did to the sheriff. he deserved what he got. they both knew that and whether he wanted to admit to it or not, he did as well. how dare he think that just because he's the local law that gave him the right to handle these two any way he saw fit. just because they're women, doesn't mean a damn thing. they ride silently for some time along the dusty trail on their horses, daisy and sundae. out of the blue, lulabell starts chuckling to herself. sierra looks over at lulabell and joins in, unable to fight back the laughter.

"girl, i can't believe we just did what we did"

"girl, you know he had it coming. thinkin we're his property. i wanna know who died and left him in charge!"

"isn't sheriff an elected office in these parts?"

"hell if i know but still...don't try to make him off like some victim. if anything, we're the victims."

lulabell snorts.

"us, victims? girl, what have you been smoking?"

"oh, nothing out of the ordinary," grins sierra.

lulabell snorts again, trying to stifle a laughter. "you're not right in the head."

"well, neither are you"

they both stopped in their tracks and looked at each other and just busted out laughing. this friendship wasn't planned, just sort of happened. sierra and lulabell had heard of the other, but had never met. they held a mutual respect for each other, but wondering out of the two, which one was the toughest. unknowingly, they met in a bar in a small out of the way town. both were hiding from the law. fate brought the two together.

lulabell had just sit down at the bar when she heard someone asking for a cosmopolitan. there was only ONE person in the area who would order something like that in a bar like this. she looked around the bar, trying to see if she could spot her. she didn't know what sierra would be wearing, but she knew enough to know that she would be easy to spot, that she'd stand out from the normal patrons. after lulabell places her order with the bartender, she ever so nonchalantly got up from her stool and slowly walked around the bar. at the end of the bar, she sees a pair of pink cowboy boots wrapped around the bottom of the stool. lulabell thinks to herself, "damn bitch wearing my boots!" she looks down at her own pink cowboy boots and then stares back at the boots wrapped around the bar stool. she takes another step to the left to get a better glance at her rival from the back.

she sees a white cowboy hat with pink trim setting on the bar next to sierra and reaches up and touches the brim of her pink stetson. she can feel herself getting a little irritated. she's wearing a jean skirt and a white blouse with her hair up in pig tails. lulabell glances down at her own outfit. skirt and pink blouse. the only thing that differs is the color of the blouses. she watches as sierra sits there and flirts with the bartender as he brings her the drink.

lulabell gazes at her as she hears the the bartender call out her drink order. she takes a deep breath as she walks back to her seat. she picks up her buttery nipple and start to slowly sip. as people start to leave the bar, she's able to see her arch enemy. she watches sierra laugh and flirt with the bartender and the other males that seem to flock around her. as she's watching sierra, she can understand why everybody flocks around her and she tries to understand how sierra and her actually became enemies. in all honesty, this is the first time they've ever been in the same place at the same time. she finishes her drink as she becomes lost in thought. the next thing she knows, she hears sierra yelling at someone. lulabell quickly looks over to see what all the commotion is. she sees sierra out of her seat with one of her hands around the neck of some guy, forcing him to bend over the bar yelling at him.

"who do you think you are? what makes you think you have the right to grab my ass you sumofabitch? do i need to show you how to treat a lady?"

she grabs a beer bottle and breaks it against the bar, holding the broken bottle to the back of his head.

lulabell can't help but to bust out laughing. she thinks to herself "now this is my kind of girl!". she walks over, pulling out her pistol and holding it to the guy's back.

"need some help honey?"

sierra turns around and looks over at lulabell and smiles. "one can never have too much help."

after they scare the guy within an inch of his life and make him piss himself, they let him go and lulabell joins her for a drink. sierra looks lulabell over as she sits down.

"nice outfit sweetheart."

lulabell grins "i was just thinking the same thing myself. now, how in tarnations did you come up with wearing pink boots?"

"i like pink. it's my signature color so to speak. and i'm seein i'm not the only one who thinks that way, not that i mind. i've always heard great minds think alike."

"i've heard that myself. so, what brings you to this neck of the woods? don't you normally wreak havoc in these parts."

"no, normally i don't. i've always understood that this is where the great lulabell ran and figured it was best if i stayed out of your way. i heard you're a force to be reckoned with. but, a good friend of mine needed some assistance with a male friend of hers, and what kind of friend would i be if i didn't come to show my support?"

"what kind of assistance?", asked lulabell.

"well, he thought it socially acceptable to hit and i didn't. so, he needed some education. so i gave him some education with with my boot in his junk. i think he got the lesson rather quickly. even though, i wanted to make sure he understood, so i kicked him a few more times just to be sure."

lulabell smirks "sounds like my kind of girl"

sierra looks at her and grins. "i think we could have fun together. what do you think? i mean, i've heard your stories of all the mayhem you've caused and you've heard of the stories of all the mayhem i've caused, can you just imagine what kind of mayhem we could cause together?"

"oh i believe i can only begin to imagine. i think we should team up. those men won't know what hit them"

"no they won't and i think that's a good thing! we need to keep them men folk on their toes and we'll have much more luck if we work as a team."

as this is said, both raise their glasses in a toast and drink to the new found friendship and partnership. the two of them spent the night drinking and exchanging stories of their past adventures. the two girls are having such a great time you can hear them over the music and the rest of the patrons of the bar. occasionally you could hear a fist slamming against the bar along with a great deal of explosive laughter. they spent the rest of the nights getting funny looks from those around them. the bartender didn't mind the noise. as long as they kept the money coming, which they did, he kept the drinks flowing, which he did.

as the night started to wind down, the girls found themselves completely drunk and falling all over one another. what a sight the two were. they hold onto each other as they make their way out of the bar, stumbling and holding onto each other as they laugh and carry on. they walk towards their horses and they stop before reaching them, look at each other and break out in a fresh chorus of laughter. they realize they both have white horses, sierra with a yellow saddle and lulabell with a pink one.

"so, what's with the yellow saddle? figured you'd have pink."

"yeah, so did i, but some bitch," turning and facing lulabell, "bought the last one before i got there."

this just causes even more laughter between the two. they start to climb onto their horses, which proves to be rather hard in their inebriated state. every time they'd try, they'd fall down. after several failed attempts and bursts of uncontrollable laughter, a stranger comes up to the two buxom beauties.

"can i help you ladies?"

"i don't know, can you?", replies lulabell with a sarcastic tone, which causes sierra to start laughing and fall once again while attempting to get on her horse.

the stranger looks at the two girls. "you two seem to be some kind of sight. two drunk girls trying to ride horses? where ya'll planing to go once you get up on them horses?"

sierra and lulabell look at each other with questioning looks. both look back at him and shrug their shoulders.

"well, i was gonna head on back to my neck of the woods but then again i wasn't expecting on getting shit faced, and my neck of the woods is a bit on the far side. i figured i'd find some barn to borrow for the night to sleep this off."

he looks over at lulabell, waiting for her answer.

"well....i don't know. i live in town but not close enough to be able to walk cause gawd knows i ain't able to get on the horse."

"why don't you two pretty ladies not worry your pretty little heads. let me get you two a hotel room down at the roberts, and don't worry about the cost that's on me. i would just hate to see something terrible happen to you sweet flowers."

now these sugary sweet words just made these two turn into a puddle. of course they accepted this kind stranger's invitation. now, if their minds hadn't been swimming in alcohol, they might of known better. they should of known that this "kind" stranger was up to no good. he had heard stories of these two and knew that if he was gonna get to do the hell raisin he planned on doing, he couldn't have these two runnin around loose. finding them at the same bar he was drowning his sorrows in and completely loaded, just happened to be a chance of luck on his part. he opportunities like this only happened once in a life time and he damn well wasn't going to pass this up.

he helped the girls into his carriage and paid the bartender to keep sierra and lulabell's horses in the stable over night. once he got this all squared away, he got into the front of the carriage and proceeded towards the hotel. by this time, our heroines had passed out in the back of the carriage. and when i say they passed out, i mean they passed out. they might as well been dead. wasn't nothin gonna wake up these two sleeping beauties. as the stranger was heading towards the hotel, he noticed the quietness that was coming from the back. he peeked back there and saw the two of them huddled up next to one another just sleeping away. too bad he couldn't leave them in the back of carriage cause this would of been the perfect opportunity to tie them up.

once he reached the hotel, he climbed into the back and woke the two up. both were still rather intoxicated and rather unaware of their surroundings so not all hope was lost. first, he helped sierra out of the back of the carriage and into the hotel. he didn't think she was as heavy as she was. he figures its dead weight since she can barely walk. as he's helping her up the stairs, he slips his hand up her jean skirt, just wondering what he's gonna find. he feels bare skin, thinking maybe she's just wearing a thong, so he moves his hand upward to find no material there. he thinks to himself that all the rumors and stories he heard about her not being a "proper lady" were right. not that he minded. he found them proper ladies to not be as much fun as he enjoyed.

he finally got her to his room and threw her down onto the bed. he thought about just leaving her there as he went to go get the other one but decided for the best he better not. the last thing he needed was her waking up and not knowing where she was and causing all sorts of a ruckus. he quickly pulled out some rope and tied her wrists together then her ankles. he looked around the room for something to use as a gag. too bad she wasn't wearing any panties cause those would of worked out nicely. he finds a bandanna among his things and quickly ties it around her head. once he makes sure the gag is securely in place, he heads back downstairs for the other one.

lulabell is a little easier to get up the stairs. she doesn't seem as heavier as the other one. as he did sierra, on the way up to the room, he slides his hand up her skirt and finds a pair of lacy underwear. at least he has something to gag this one with. he gets her on the bed and ties her up the same way as he did sierra and gags her with a bandanna, afraid removing the panties would cause lulabell to wake up. no way he was having these two in his room loose. he figured just to be safe, he might want to fasten them to the bed. he gets out more rope and wraps the rope around their wrists again and then ties the rope around a bed post. he figures being drunk and hung over, they'll have no clue how to get loose and while they're trying to get free, he can go out and carry on as he had originally planned.

he knew that with lulabell out there, she would surely be a hindrance to his plans, but the other one in town as well, he wasn't going to get very far at all. he knew one thing and that was to never under estimate these two. the stories about them on their own even made grown men cower. the bank opened at nine. he figured if he showed up about ten thirty or so, there wouldn't be many people there. he figured the less people around the better. he thinks about getting a drink down at the hotel bar but realizes that he needs a clear mind to pull of the job so he pulls up a chair and and falls asleep.

the next morning after he has already left the room, sierra wakes up and tries to move, but realizes that she can't. that she's been tied up. now, not that she minds being tied up, but usually that's when she knows she's gonna be tied up. she's never been a fan of being tied up against her will. not only that, but she's not digging the fact she's gagged. all she can think is that sumofabitch better hope she never sees him again, cause she's gonna make him miserable. nobody does this to sierra and gets away with it. nobody! all of a sudden, the headache hits her. she begins to remember the events of last night. she starts to wonder just how many gallons of vodka she consumed last night then she remembers the mighty kind stranger....

"that sumofabitch!" she thinks to herself. "he is gonna pay. and he's gonna pay hard!"

she looks over and sees her new partner in crime bound up the same way. she starts to wiggle around, to see how much she can move. she wonders if he was smart enough to empty out their pockets cause if not, they got a way out. as she moves around, she wakes up lulabell, who is startled and tries to scream and starts to struggle against her restraints as well. sierra can see the pissed off expression overtaking lulabell's face. she knows that lulabell is thinking the exact same thing she is, the sumofabitch needs to die. maybe not die, but he needs something. she wishes she had some way to communicate to lulabell what she's thinking.

she takes a deep breath and just prays to gawd this guy couldn't tie knots worth a shit. she's able to undo the rope that's holding her to the bed. she knows that if she can get her wrists undone, then she'll be able to get her handy pocket knife and free her and lulabell. after some skillful moving, she's able to undo herself from the bed. this makes her smile as she thinks she's had a little too much practice at getting out from being tied up. before even trying to get to her knife she removes her gag and takes a deep breath.

"that sumofabitch! just wait until i find him!!!"

sierra moves so she can pull down lulabell's gag as well.

"well now, that's some mighty fine untying you did there missy. have a lot of practice?", says lulabell with a smile.

"yeah, i was thinking a bit too much. now hopefully he didn't get too touchy feely and i still gots my trusted pocket knife. if he took my knife, things might get a bit more difficult."

she reaches down into her skirt pocket and luckily, he decided to not get too up close and personal. if he had, she knows he'd be smart enough to not leave the knife in her pocket. she pulls it out, holding the handle in her hand, pulls out the blade with her teeth.

"well, now that's some mighty fine mouth work there as well," lulabell says, trying to keep from laughing.

sierra snickers. "honey, i don't think this is the time to go into my mighty fine mouth work right now."

sierra takes the handle of the knife into her mouth and starts to cut into the rope that's holding her wrists together. all she can do while doing this is think about how many times in the past she's had to preform this action. she finally breaks through the rope and moves her wrists around to work out some of the stiffness. before moving to her ankles, she moves over and unties lulabell then unties her ankles. despite the fact of the large amounts of alcohol they consumed the night before, waking up tied and gagged is a rather quick way to sober up. they both get off of the bed carefully, walking around, getting their joints to loosen up.

"before we do anything, we need to come up with a plan. there is no way we can let that jackass get away with what he did. this is just too heinous of a crime to let it go unpunished. do you think he's already skipped town?", asks lulabell.

"oh hell no. if he was just passing through, i don't think he would of bothered with all of this", motioning to the pile of rope on the bed. "he's up to something, i just don't know what that something is."

as soon as sierra finished her sentence, she could hear some kind of commotion going on outside of the hotel. she opens up the window and both lulabell and herself stick their heads out the window to find out what's going on.

"the bank is being robbed! the bank is being robbed!!! i barely escaped with my life!"

"well, at least we know where he's at."

"makes our job a bit easier."

the girls look at each other and smile. they quickly take off out of the room and head towards the bank to take care of this mystery man.

once they reach the bank, the stop before going inside. they can hear him yelling out his demands of money and threatening the employees and the customers.

"we don't know what he's got weapon wise and i don't want to see anyone dead from this. i'm willing to make a bet he doesn't have a lick of sense, so at least we've got that going for us. but he does seem like a loose cannon, so that's not a good thing, so we need to step lightly. unfortunately my gun is in my saddle bag on my horse which is back at the bar and i'll i've got is my knife. what you got hot stuff?"

lulabell smirks. "you mean to tell me that the great and mighty sierra doesn't keep a pistol on her?"

"and can you tell me miss lulabell where i'd hide a twelve gauge at?"

"damn girl! you packing!"

"please, don't tell me you expected anything thing less. what about your bad self?"

lulabell reaches into her shirt and pulls out a derringer .38 special double barrel.

"nice! and pocket size! couldn't find one in pink?"

"no. but i figured black would go well with the pink."

"well, since you're packing, we'll be good. let's go make our grand entrance. cause ya know it's not a party until we show up!"

lulabell laughs. "lets go sista!"

they both take a deep breath and bust through the door, lulabell holding her pistol, ready to fire if need be.

"what in the hell do you think you're doing?", yells sierra.

the stranger turns around and his face drops, shocked to see the two standing in front of him.

"how the hell did the two..."

"never mind the how, we're here, which is all that matters. now what does matter is what the hell are you doing?"

he realizes that he's screwed. he knows that he's not going to make it out of the bank with any money. he'll be lucky if he's able to be carted off by the sheriff with his dignity. the only choice he really has now is how much of a fight he's gonna put up. he notices that sierra keeps looking at him funny. this bothers him. he's already extremely bothered that they got loose. he wonders if they can smell his fear. even if they can, he can't let them know that he knows he only has one option-leaving cuffed by the sheriff. lulabell notices that sierra is looking at him strangely. she nudges sierra in the arm.

"honey, why you looking at him like that? why are you having a staring contest with him?"

"cause he looks familar. i don't know why i know him, but i do. and it's not in a good way at that."

after a few more moments of silence and a stare down, sierra realizes where she knows him from. he's the one who got away. back in her neck of the woods, there was a saloon hold up and he got while the getting was good.

"it's you. dean penletion. you held up the red dog a few years ago. got away before i could get there."

he smirks. "ah you remember well. you know, because of my get away i'm a legend in my circle of friends."

"well, just don't count on a repeat performace of that. you're not getting away this time over my cold dead body."

"girl means business buddy", chimes in lulabell, holding the pistol towards him. "we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. totally up to you. you can put down the money and throw down your gun, or you can do it our way, by force and end up the total laughing stock of the town. we know which way you'd probably perfer and we're sure you know which way we want to go. your pick cowboy."

"i'm not being taken down by two stupid girls. you both can just keep on dreaming."

sierra and lulabell just grin. they were hoping he'd be a stubborn ass and choose the hard way. they wanted the oppertunity for some pay back.

"well, you warned him lulabell. he decided he wants to do this the hard way. so the hard way it shall be." sierra starts to walk towards him. dean points his gun at her, threatening to shoot if she takes one more shot.

sierra stops and lowers her eye lids, squinting at him, almost as if taunting him to pull the trigger. she lifts up her foot and takes the one more step. as dean starts to squeeze the trigger, he forgot something. little ol lulabell is one of the fastest and most dead on shots in this part the world. before he even had the oppertunity to pull the trigger all the way, he's already slumping from the bullet that has just entered his knee cap.

"god damn it you bitch! you fucking shot me! what the hell for?"

"come on you idoit. you can't believe for a single minute that i'm gonna stand by and allow you to shoot my new best friend? gawd you men are fuckin stupid!"

"so, you gonna try to shoot me again there dean?", asks sierra as she comes forward and takes his gun and turns it on him. "any more funny business? or are you done acting all macho and tough?"

dean looks up at her, he's got pissed off written all over his face. both are greatly enjoying this.

"you two have stopped me are you done now?"

"oh hell no honey we just getting started,"blurts out lulabell after he finishes his sentence.

this causes sierra to laugh hysterically. "i think he'd look pretty with some rope. and a gag. what do you think partner?"

"i think you're right sweetie. rope and a gag would be quite fitting."

"yeah, but not enough. the busted knee cap isn't enough. but we better hurry cause gawd only knows what will happen if the sherriff catches us."

"you ain't kiddin. i haven't met many law folks whose been too happy to see me. usually they wantin to haul me off too."

the girls quickly strip dean down to his underwear and hog tied him as all the employees and customers watched. they stepped back and took a moment to appreciate their work.

"okay, we better go get our horses and move along before we get locked up along with this idiot."

the girls make their escape out of the back with the help of the bank tellers and mosey on over to the bar to collect their horses. as they ride out of town, they're silent.

"ya know, i really enjoyed stripping him down to his tighty whities and hog tying him. we should do that all the time. that could be our signature move. what do you think sierra?"

"i think you're right lulabell. that should be our signature move. everyone great has something they're known for."

"i had fun. well, despite the tying up part. us being tied up part. i think we do work well together."

"i do too. haven't had this much fun in a long time. next time, we just need to watch the alcohol consumption."

"yeah, like we'll remember that!"

at that, both of them start laughing and ride into the afternoon sun. and a new force to be reckoned with has just been born....