Of Men and Whores
Max exhaled his guilt into the night air. A soft cry or plea escaped from the saloon window. They had forced their mounts to exhaustion today.
Ridden hard and forgotten, the upstairs doves enjoyed none of the appreciation and reverence reserved for the rider’s horses.
Come mornin’ the rough necks would swagger back to camp, spewing tales of conquest.
Who would tell their stories?
Max cast off his remorse and gathered the stories of the fallen angels; of loveless coupling washed down with strong whiskey and self loathing, of sisters and daughters, and desperation.
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Whiskey For My Men
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