Snippet #2028921

Halley rode into town, the dirt turning into a small dust trail behind the hooves of Windy, the stormy grey horse. She rode at a moderate trot through the town getting her bearings again. She had only gotten to this cutthroat town of men and women all from broken families from the east or miners trying to make their living by doing the hard work of the gold and gem digging done underground. She shifted slightly in her saddle, a bit uncomfortable from her saloon dress. It was red and black with lace that crisscrossed over her chest and stomach, making it a tight fit. It was her uniform back at the gang of criminals she had run away from recently. It showed off her breasts and ended just below her knee caps, with the black ruffles that made the dress look appetizing to the dirty men with dirty thoughts. She had wonderful legs and was proud of them, at least until they went to about the middle of her thighs which was where a few tiny scars she'd received from the relentless whippings and beatings were.

She blew out a sigh of relief that she had even gotten away. Lucky for her she was a skilled rider from the many errands her father had made her carry out in the old days when she had an actual normal and happy life. Windy nickered as Halley pulled back on the reins softly to slow his pace down to a small trot as they neared the center of the town and went down and along the busiest dirt roads in the great town of Splitcreek. She passed the bank and glanced into the general store and saw some vegetables in there that looked mighty appetizing to her thin and very hungry stomach. She clutched it with her right hand as it growled. She pushed the pain away and turned her attention to something else. She had already gotten a job at the Saloon, but hadn't started the real work of the job there yet. When she went in a few days back and was offered the job, she had seen a few women dressed in what seemed to be outfits and dresses quite similar to her own, so that meant that Halley wouldn't have to go buy or loan off a dress from anyone. A financial relief in fact, since she found an inn that held not the nicest bunch of folks in town, but was also a bit over her budget. She stayed there and had almost gotten mugged once, but managed to get away and ride off to safety just in time. She was quite a beautiful lady and men seemed to adore her body and looks, but she was also weak and defenseless to them as well, which made her a perfect target for any drunk or criminal.

She saw the Saloon and and rode up to one of the fence posts. She pushed up on the stirrups and lifted her leg over the horses side, planting her right foot firmly on the ground. She was having a bit of trouble with her left foot though. Her shoes were being pesky and Halley didn't like being in the position with her leg up so high revealing her undergarments underneath her dress, in any place but within the Sliver Spur. There she'd feel a lot more comfortable than out in the open as people stopped and stared at her predicament. She yanked her foot out, finally putting both feet on the ground and grabbed the reins leading Windy over to the post and tying a tight knot around the old splintery wood. She neatened out her dress and fixed her hair a bit before walking along the boardwalk to the Silver's door. She hesitated and let a man pass. She took a deep breathe and pushed the doors open with a determined and strong look on her face. Her job began as soon as she walked through that door and she knew it. Now was the time for her to make something of herself in this new town. 'Here goes nothing.' She thought as she walked in.