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....