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“We got a pretty good haul here.” Arthur said, pawing through the bag of items you and he had collected from your most recent job. “That was a pretty good lead.”
“Is that a compliment, Arthur Morgan?” You asked teasingly.
“No. That would go to your head and make you even more smug.” He shot back, tucking the bag of loot into his saddle bag. Ever since you’d joined the gang, you’d been like a little sister to Arthur. He’d begrudgingly taken you on a few jobs on Hosea’s orders, since it was your skills as a thief and conwoman that had enticed Hosea to let you join the gang, but this was the first job you’d come up with on your own.
“Well I’ll have to take what I can get I suppose.” You sighed dramatically. Arthur chuckled.
“You did good, kid.” He assured you. “Keep bringing in leads like this and you’ll be Dutch’s new prize pony. Let Marston start running errands like me.”
“Thanks Arthur.” you said, smiling. The two of you rode in silence for a while, before you spotted the giant herd on the hillside. “Wow. Look at all those bison. So beautiful.” You said, stopping your horse. Arthur stopped his horse alongside you.
“Sure. Beautiful.” He nodded. His brow furrowed and he studied something for a minute. “That idiot.” He sighed. “I gotta go help a friend of mine. You can head back to camp if you want.” He sighed.
“No, I’ll stick with you.” You said, following him as he turned off the road. Up the hillside a little ways you spotted a man in riding trousers and a green vest, hunched behind a camera. You weren’t sure how he got so close to the herd of bison, but you understood Arthur’s concern.
“Mr. Mason.” Arthur said, dismounting his horse. The man jumped backwards, startled, and put a hand over his heart. He had a thick, well maintained beard and striking hazel eyes. His eyebrows turned up so that he always looked nervous, or maybe he always was nervous. He breathed out in relief when he spotted Arthur.
“Mr. Morgan,” He said with a nervous chuckle. “How are you?”
“I’m doing alright.” Arthur said. You slid off your horse and walked over toward the two men.
“Oh, hello, miss.” Mr. Mason said, extending a hand out to you. “How do you do? Albert Mason.” You smiled and introduced yourself, shaking his hand. “Are you a friend of Mr. Morgan here?” He asked.
“We work together.” You said vaguely.
“Yes, quite right.” Albert said, glancing between the two of you. He may be a fool, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew Arthur wasn’t an accountant or a farmer.
“What are you taking pictures of today?” Arthur asked. “Mr. Mason is a wildlife photographer. That or he’s got a death wish. I’m not quite sure yet.” Arthur teased dryly.
“Yes. Mr. Morgan has saved my hide more than once. I seem to have a knack for photographing things that would like to taste me.” He said, turning back to his camera. “But fear not. No predators in front of my lens today. Only the majestic bison.” He gestured dramatically at the herd of bison that stood just a few feet away.
“I’m starting to agree with Arthur about the death wish bit.” You joked. “You ever seen what happens to someone who meets the wrong end of an angry bison, Mr. Mason?” You asked, folding your arms.
“Oh... no. I... Bison aren’t carnivorous are they?” He asked timidly, looking between you and the herd of bison.
“No. They eat plants. But you make one mad, they won’t hesitate to smash you into the dirt.” You said. “My uncle was killed by a bison. Got drunk and wandered too close to the herd. The biggest bull in the herd took issue with him. You see those horns? They aren’t just for show. The bull charged my uncle, and tore a hole from his backside up his spine with that horn before trampling him.” you said plainly. Albert gulped.
“M...my goodness.” He stuttered, looking back at the bison. “I...I...I’ve been here for an hour now and they’ve not done more than look sideways at me.”
“For now. But one wrong move and they might charge.” You said.
“You’re both just as close as me.” He squeaked. You swung your rifle down from your shoulder. Arthur patted his sidearm. “I see.” He said. “Well I suppose I’d better gather my things and hope some of the shots I took early were good enough.” He said as he began to take down his camera.
“I think that would be wise, Mr. Mason.” Arthur said, helping him gather his things.
“I can gather my equipment, Mr. Morgan.” Albert said as he picked up his camera and folded the tripod. As he turned, he tripped over a rock and slammed to the ground. One of the bison turned its attention to you and huffed angrily at the noise. The three of you froze, watching as the bison began walking toward you, eyeing you warily. .
“Stay still.” You said, keeping your voice low and non-threatening. The bison groaned and charged toward you all. You aimed your gun over it’s head and fired, hoping to scare it away. The rest of the herd scattered, but the one charging at you didn’t even flinch. “Okay run!” You said. Albert scrambled to his feet, and he and Arthur sprinted over to their horses. But the bison wasn’t paying them any more attention. He was focused on you now.
“Shit,” you said, sprinting to your horse and leaping onto its back. “Fine. This way you great beast!” You hollered, spurring your horse into a gallop, not that it needed much encouragement. You could hear Arthur and Albert calling your name, but you couldn’t stop now. You were leading the bison away, giving Arthur enough time to help Albert get to safety.
You urged your horse up the hillside, leaping over rocks and racing through brambles and brushes. You could hear the bison behind you, huffing and groaning, but it seemed to be losing interest in you, having thoroughly chased you away from its herd. As you reached the top of the hillside, you slowed and looked behind you.
The bison had turned as was trotting back to its herd, which had moved on from the hillside it had previously occupied. You could see Arthur and Albert racing on horseback away from the bison and toward Heartland Overflow. You made your way over to one of the narrow trails that crossed the hillside, and began picking your way down, patting your horse on the neck and praising it.
You couldn’t help but chuckle over the events that had just transpired. Yes Albert Mason was certainly a fool. But you had to admire his determination. The man kept pursuing his project, even though he’d clearly had some near-death experiences while trying.
You made your way back to where you had left Arthur and Albert, having spotted some of Alberts things left behind in their haste to get away. A bag and Albert’s camera lay in the grass. You hung the bag from your saddlehorn and mounted your horse, holding the camera in your right hand and steering with your left. You urged your horse into a gentle lope and headed off toward the Overflow.
Arthur and Albert were waiting for you under a tree on the other side of the overflow. You rode around the pool of water, conscious of the fact that Albert’s camera may not be waterproof. You slowed your horse as you approached. Albert seemed to be vibrating with nerves.
“Just cause it ain’t a predator doesn’t mean it won’t kill you.” you said as you slowed to a stop. “The only herbivore you could have photographed that is more dangerous would have been a moose.” Arthur took the camera from you so you could dismount. “Is this photography project really worth risking yo--” You were cut off as Albert pulled you into a tight hug the moment your feet were on the ground.
You glanced over at Arthur, who was watching the two of you, an amused smile on his face. But you hugged the excitable little photographer back. He was stammering something that sounded vaguely like an apology mixed with a swarm of thank yous. You gently pried yourself from his grip.
“Why don’t we go sit down, Mr. Mason.” You said, attempting to calm the man down.
“Oh, P...please call me Albert. After all you’ve done you deserve to call me by my first name.” He babbled as you led him to sit under the tree. You knelt next to him.
“Alright, Albert.” You said. “Are you okay?” You reached out gently and touched a small wound on his cheek from when he’d fallen and scraped it against a rock.
“I’m fine. Just... nerves.” He said, giving you a sweet, sideways smile.
“Good.” You said. “I hope your camera is okay. I picked it up on my way here.” Arthur gingerly handed Albert the camera. Albert held the camera close like it was a baby. He looked it over. It was dirty, but seemed intact, at least on the outside. You didn’t know the inner workings of a camera, or how fragile it might be.
“Right now I’m more concerned about you.” Albert said, looking up at you. He flushed bright red. “I.. uh... When I saw that beast chasing after you and thought about what you’d said... I was sure you were done for.” He said, looking away.
“I’m fine. Not a scratch.” You said, putting a hand gently over Alberts. “It’ll take more than an angry old bull to end me.” you assured him. He smiled at you.
“Yes... quite.” He said quietly. “You are without a doubt the most extraordinary woman. I’ve never met your equal.” He said quietly, almost reverently. His eyes met yours, and you found you couldn’t look away.
There was something about the strange, jumpy man that had you intrigued. Even as soft as he seemed, as unused to the world outside of the city he was, he was still brave enough to follow his dream and come out into the wilderness to photograph the creatures here, despite the fact that most of them wanted him dead.
“Well she ain’t your typical society lady, that’s for sure.” Arthur said, interrupting the strange moment you were both having. You both looked over at him, as if only just remembering that he was there.
“Well,” Albert said, pulling himself to his feet and offering you a hand up as well. “Now not only am I indebted to Mr. Morgan here, but to you as well Miss --.”
“Now if I get to use your first name, you certainly get to use mine.” you said. Albert smiled at you.
“Of course.” He said, putting a hand to his chest and bowing his head ever so slightly. “Please, let me try to begin to repay you. Valentine isn’t far from here. Let me buy you both dinner and perhaps a drink?” He asked. You and Arthur exchanged glances. Arthur shrugged.
“Alright.” You said, “Thank you, Albert. I won’t turn down a proper meal, cooked by someone who actually knows how to cook.” You laughed.
“I... don’t follow?” Albert said uncertainly, sounding like he was asking a question.
“She’s just making a jab at our friend who does the cooking for our little... family.” Arthur said, laughing slightly.
“Oh. Right. Of course.” Albert said, sounding a little crestfallen. “So, erm, how long have you two been married?” He asked.
“Pft. Married?” Arthur scoffed. “We ain’t married.”
“You were talking about your family...” Albert said, looking over at you confused as he packed his things on his horse.
“That’s just how we describe the strange group of friends we run with.” You said, giving Albert a pointed look. Albert’s mouth snapped shut. You pulled yourself into the saddle with a wistful sigh. “No, I haven’t found a man brave enough to put up with me yet.”
“Ah, I’m sorry.” Albert said, pulling himself up onto his own horse. “I’m sure someone will come along.”
“The night’s still young.” You said, giving Albert a wink. He gaped at you before he visually shook himself off. “So, to Valentine?” You said innocently. Albert nodded, and the three of you pushed your horses into a brisk trot.
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It had started raining by the time the three of you rode into Valentine. The muddy streets squelched beneath your horses’ hooves as you trotted up to Smithfield’s saloon. You lined your horse up in front of the hitching post. You patted your horse’s neck, praising him.
You felt a hand on yours and turned to see Albert standing next to you, hands out to help you off your horse. You smiled widely at him and allowed him to help you down.
“Thank you, Albert.” You said, genuinely surprised. “It’s good to see some men still remember their manners.” you said, giving Arthur a pointed look. He scoffed.
“You wanna be treated like a lady, or do you wanna ride with the men?” He asked.
“I don’t see why she can’t have both.” Albert said mildly. You smiled at him and bumped your hand against his in silent thanks. You hitched your horse to the post, and paused when you saw the scratches across it’s chest and legs. The branches from the bushes you’d raced through earlier had cut him. “Come, let’s get out of this rain.” Albert urged.
“Just a minute. I need to take care of my horse.” You said, digging into your saddlebag and searching for the tin of salve you kept on hand. The rain above you stopped, and you glanced up to see an umbrella over your head. You glanced behind you to see Albert dutifully holding the umbrella, shielding you from the rain. You smiled at him in thanks and quickly applied the salve to your horse’s cuts.
“There. That should help.” You said once you were satisfied. You glanced around. “Where’s Arthur?”
“He went to get us a table.” Albert explained. “Come on, let’s go find him.” He said, holding his arm out for you. You hesitated. You’d never been treated so finely. Never had a gentleman offered you his arm before. You weren’t sure how to respond exactly. You timidly slipped your arm through his and let him lead you inside. In his other hand he carried his bag with his camera equipment.
Albert folded the umbrella once you were inside. Arthur was waiting at one of the tables in the corner, three bottles of beer waiting for you. You made your way over, unbuttoning your coat carefully. As you went to shrug it off your shoulders, you felt Albert catch it. You smiled back at him. He flushed under your gaze and draped the coat over your chair, pushing your chair in once you sat down.
He looked you over, then looked quickly away as he saw how you were dressed without your coat. You’d opted for something simple, a blouse with the top buttons undone, and a skirt. Your long coat had hidden your low neckline before, but now he couldn’t miss it. He swallowed and sat down in his chair, reaching for his drink.
“Oh. Drinks were supposed to be on me.” Albert said, looking a little disappointed. Arthur chuckled.
“You can get the next round.” He promised. “And there’s always dinner.”
“Right. Of course. What would you both like to eat?” Albert asked, standing back up. You both gave him your order and he went to the bar to order the food from the bartender.
“He’s going to drop our food.” Arthur chuckled. You paused, realizing the truth of the statement, especially with you flustering the man at every turn. You stood and went to the bar next to Albert just as the bartender set down three plates of food. You grabbed one before Albert could. He looked up at you and smiled when he saw you. You carried one plate of food, and he carried the other two as you made your way back to the table.
As the three of you ate, you made polite conversation. Albert told you about his life in the city. His brother was a big, successful lawyer, and had made a small fortune for himself very quickly. Albert was the family disappointment, choosing to follow something as froofy as photography. But he’d never wanted to do anything else with his life, and so had followed his dream.
You told Albert about your childhood, how your parents were farmers. How you’d been happy, running free through the fields, chasing chickens and riding horses.Then your father’s debts started climbing, and one day he’d been killed by a loan shark he couldn’t repay. You mother too. You’d been orphaned and had spent the rest of your childhood surviving on your own.
“Well that explains it.” Albert said simply, as if it were obviously.
“Explains what?” You asked, feeling a little self conscious.
“How you came to be such a remarkable woman.” He said, resting his hand over yours. You felt yourself flushing slightly.
“So, do you have any prints of your photos? I’d love to see one.” You said, quickly changing the subject.
“I gave Arthur a copy of one last I saw him.” He said. Arthur reached into his satchel and pulled out a photograph of four wolves, ready to pounce.
“Beautiful.” You said, studying the picture in awe. “Really it’s incredible. You captured their likeness and mannerisms so well.”
“Well that’s because they were about to eat us.” Arthur chuckled.
“Yes. I would have made them quite a nice meal if Mr. Morgan hadn’t been there.” Albert laughed. You studied the photo a moment longer then handed it back to Arthur, who tucked it away. “I’d love to photograph you some day though.” He said.
“I thought you were tired of photographing people.” Arthur chuckled, clearly amused by the flirting that was obviously going on.
“Stuffy rich folk and grumpy children, yes. But you, my dear,” He reached out and took your hand once more. “It would be an honor to photograph you some day.” Albert said. Arthur was biting his lip, suppressing his laughter. “Besides, I am photographing those that inhabit the wild. Wouldn’t you say both of you fit that bill? I already snapped a photo of Mr. Morgan when we first met.”
“Sure. She’s certainly as wild as those wolves. Maybe even more so.” Arthur teased.
“I’d be honored, Albert.” You said, ignoring Arthur. “So long as I didn’t break your camera,” you said, glancing down at the bag Albert had carried in, containing his equipment.
“I looked it over as I put it away.” Albert assured you. “It’s fine. The body is a little scratched, but none of the internal mechanisms were damaged.”
“Good. Well maybe once this rain lets up we’ll have to go out and take some pictures.” You said, your hand sliding up and down his arm.
“Well I should be getting home.” Arthur said, clearing his throat and pushing himself back from the table. “The others will be wondering where we got to.”
“Oh, of course.” Albert said, looking crestfallen. “I suppose it is getting rather late.” He said, standing. “I guess you’ll be needing to leave as well?” He asked.
“I can stay a while longer.” You said casually. Alberts face lit up at this.
“I can certainly escort you home.” He assured you. You chuckled.
“I can get home just fine.” You reminded him, patting your gun. “But I appreciate the offer.”
“Alright.” Arthur said, shrugging. “Can I talk to you outside really fast?” He asked. You nodded and stood.
“Excuse me for a minute, Albert. I’ll be right back.” You said, smiling and following Arthur outside.
“Let me take your bag of loot back to camp.” Arthur said quietly as the two of you left the saloon. “That way it aint sitting here while you flirt. Don’t want anyone stealing it.” He said. You nodded and pulled the bag from your saddle bag. Arthur casually slipped it into his own. You studied him for a moment.
“Do you have a problem with me flirting with your friend?” You asked. He’d been acting a little funny.
“Hmm? No. Of course not. I just...” He sighed. “Be careful with getting close to honest, good people.” He warned. You knew he was speaking from experience, remembering the stories you’d heard about Mary. You nodded.
“I know.” You said simply.
“Unless of course he can get you out of the life. Then I’d say grab on and never let him go.”
“Hey now, I think you’re moving a little too fast.” you laughed. “I’m just having a bit of fun with a kind man. Doesn’t necessarily mean it’s gonna lead to anything.”
“Sure.” Arthur said, not believing you. You rolled your eyes.
“Get out of here.” You huffed. “See you back at camp.” Arthur nodded and mounted up before riding off.
You hesitated outside the saloon. Yes you were just having fun. Flirting with Albert didn’t necessarily mean anything serious, but there was a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. Even though you’d only known him for less than a day, you found you cared for the shy photographer. You couldn’t deny that you were feeling sweet on the man. But your lifestyle was no place for gentle-folk. Getting close to him might put him at risk. Perhaps you should have left with Arthur and not looked back. Stopped whatever it was that you were feeling before it went any further and you got him hurt or killed.
You took a deep breath and pushed your way back into the saloon, ready to make your excuses and part ways with Mr. Mason before you could hurt him. When you stepped through the swinging doors, your eyes met his and he smiled widely. Your resolve nearly broke then. Would it really be so bad to let yourself get close to Albert and worry about the rest later? After all, you weren’t talking about marriage or anything. Just flirting, maybe some sex, if he was willing.
You began walking toward the table, still warring internally with what you should do. Someone grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. You turned to see who it was. No one you knew, just some random patron of the saloon.
“You’ve done your hour with scrawny there.” The man growled, “Why don’t you come spend some time with me. I’m sure I can pay you better than he is. It ain’t fair that he gets you all to himself.”
“I think you’re mistaken, mister.” You said, yanking your arm out of his grasp. “I ain’t a working lady. Just a gal having fun with a friend.” You said.
“Yeah right you ain’t no whore.” The man chuckled, grabbing your waist and pulling you close. “I know a whore when I see one.” His breath reeked of alcohol.
“Let go of me.” You said, squirming in his grasp and trying not to make a scene. You could kill this man here and now, but that would spoil your evening.
“Mmmm. I like em feisty.”
“I believe the lady asked you to let her go.” Albert stood behind you, firmly removing you from the man’s hard grasp and taking you into his own gentle one. Albert’s voice had dropped an octave, and he sounded powerful and threatening.
“And what if I don’t care what she say?” The man chuckled. “What are you gonna do, scrawny thing like you?”
Before you could react, Albert let you go, drew back his fist, and punched the man square in the jaw, sending him staggering backward. All eyes in the saloon were on you. Albert held his fist gingerly, doing his best not to show how much it hurt. The drunk righted himself and glared at you both. He punched Albert across the face, sending him sprawling.
Before anyone else could do anything, you grabbed the man's arm, spun him around, and slammed him against the wall. You heard a sickening crack as his nose connected with the wood, and he screamed in pain. Broken.
“Listen here you piece of shit.” You growled in his ear. “I ain’t no whore, and I ain’t going anywhere with you. I’m just here for an evening with my friend. You bother us again, and I’ll cut your balls off and feed them to the pigs outside, got it?” You asked. The man whimpered, which you took as him accepting the terms. You let him go and turned to where Albert was reclined on the floor, rubbing his jaw tenderly. You knelt down beside him.
“Are you alright?” You asked, worriedly. You pulled his hand away and carefully began examining his face. Nothing seemed to be broken, though he may have a pretty good sized bruise on his jaw in the morning.
“I’m f...fine.” He stuttered. You carefully helped him to his feet and guided him back to your table.
“Uh-uh. You two out.” The bartender said, walking over to your table.
“We didn’t start nothin’! He was just defending my honor.” You protested, glaring at the bartender.
“I don’t care. All I know is whenever that guy who was with you earlier comes into my saloon, it ends in violence. Now you two are getting involved. Out.” He said. You sighed and stood. You were ready to say something more, but stopped when you felt Albert drape your jacket over your shoulders.
“Alright, sir. We’re leaving.” He said simply, taking your hand and leading you out of the saloon. The hand that wasn’t locked in yours held the bag with his equipment, and he still managed to open up his umbrella as the two of you stepped out into the rain. The two of you were silent for a moment. You glanced over at Albert and saw blood running down his cheek.
“You’re bleeding!” You exclaimed, stopping and gently pressing your fingers to his cheek, trying to examine the wound. You couldn’t see anything in the bad light. You glanced around and spotted the hotel across the way. “Come on. Let's go get you cleaned up.” before he could protest, you dragged him across the street into the hotel.
“Good evening sir, ma’am. What can I do for you?” The hotel owner asked as you entered.
“We need a room.” You said. You felt Albert stiffent slightly beside you, but he said nothing.
“Sure. Rooms ready for you. Head on up.” The hotel owner said, handing you the key. You led Albert up the stairs and to the room. You shrugged off your coat and set it aside.
“Come here. Sit down.” You said, guiding him to sit on the chest that rested at the foot of the bed. Albert did as you asked, saying nothing, only watching you. You reached into your satchel and pulled out the basic medical supplies you kept with you. You never knew when you might cut yourself on your knife or burn yourself, or something worse.
You grabbed the pitcher of water that sat on the vanity and dabbed a clean cloth into it. You sat next to Albert and gently cleaned off his cheek. Albert winced slightly, but didn’t move otherwise. You could feel his eyes on you as you carefully cleaned his wound.
“It looks like he just opened up your cut from earlier when he punched you.” You concluded. You grabbed one of your tonics and opened it, pressing the cloth to the mouth of the jar and tipping it so that the cloth soaked up some of the tonic. You carefully pressed it to his cheek, letting the tonic run over his wound. It should help him heal, and ease the pain.
“There.” you said, satisfied. You set the tonic aside and went to stand up, but Albert grabbed your hands, stopping you.
“He didn’t hurt you, did he?” Albert asked. “That brute, trying to force himself upon a lady. Even if you were a working woman, which you are not of course, he should have treated you with respect.” Albert was getting worked up just thinking about it. His brows were scrunched together, his jaw clenched tightly. He looked very fearsome, like Arthur or Charles when they were mad, but somehow he also looked adorable, maybe because you knew what he was really like. You couldn’t help but giggle.
“Oh. I’m glad you think I’m funny.” Albert said, looking a little wounded. “I know I’m a fool. I just...” He sighed.
“I’m not laughing at you.” You said, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek. “I’m giggling because you’re so sweet.” You said quietly. Albert froze beside you. You watched as his soft, pale cheeks flushed red.
He turned to face you, and you lifted one hand up to his chin, fingers playing idly with the short hairs of his beard. You tilted his chin down ever so slightly and leaned forward so that your lips were inches from his, stopping there to let him pull away or keep going as he chose. He closed the gap, pressing his lips to yours. You met the kiss hungrily, moving closer to him so you could hold him tighter. He melted into your embrace for a moment, kissing you back whole-heartedly. His body then tensed.
“My god,” He said, leaping to his feet. “I’m... look at me. Here I am sitting in a ladies room unchaperoned.” He said, stepping away quickly. “I really should be going.”
“Stay.” You said quietly. He stopped and turned back to look at you. You could see the internal struggle written on his face, between the gentleman who was raised modestly, and the man who wanted to embrace the wild.
“Its... improper.” He said. “I can’t... I should go.” He said again, turning to face the door. He stopped when he heard your footsteps on the floor as you stepped toward him. You pressed your hand to his back gently, leaning against him and resting your forehead against his back. He sucked in a sharp breath.
“It’s only improper if we say it is.” You said quietly. He turned to face you, one eyebrow raised in confusion. “I don’t think it’s improper for you to be here. I want you here.” You said gently, like you were talking to a spooked horse. In a way you were. The modest, puritin ideals of society were not easily pushed aside by those raised in it. But you hoped... “Do you think it’s improper?” You asked quietly.
“No.” He whispered, so quietly you could almost mistake it for a breath of air. But his smile told you otherwise. You smiled back up at him, removing his hat and setting it on a table. You removed your own and set it next to his.
“Nothing has to happen that you don’t want to happen.” You soothed, taking his hand and walking backwards until you were sitting on the bed. He sat down next to you. Holding both of your hands in his. “We can just talk. We can kiss. We can go as far as you’d like. I won’t push you.”
“That...” Albert coughed, clearing his throat. “That sounds more like something I should be saying to you.” He said, and you laughed.
“Well, I have to admit, there isn’t much I don’t want to happen.” You said, biting your lip slightly. Albert sucked in a breath.
“My my.” He said, straightening his vest. “You certainly have a way with words, my dear, and you don’t beat around the bush. Are you sure you’re not a working girl?” He asked. His smile dropped as he seemed to replay those words back. “Ah. I uh... I didn’t mean... Of course you’re not...”
“Don’t worry,” You giggled. “I know what you meant. I’m not a working girl, just a girl who knows what she wants and isn’t afraid to chase after it.” You said, bringing your hand up to caress his cheek, fingers carding through his hair. His hair was soft, it was obvious he kept himself clean and washed, unlike most men you knew.
“I...” Albert seemed at a loss for words. “And you want... me?” He said, seeming confused. You nodded. “But... why? When you could have someone like Mr. Morgan. And no doubt the other men in your... family are just like him.” He said, letting go of your hands and looking down at where they rested on his lap. “Why would you want someone stupid enough to nearly get themselves eaten by wolves or trampled by bison?” He leaned forward, hanging his head “You are surrounded by brave, strong adonises every day. Why would you want me?”
You were beginning to see the effect being the family disappointment had had on the man. His confidence was nearly nothing. He saw himself as a fool, an idiot, a failure. It broke your heart that he thought of himself that way.
“You don’t think you’re brave?” You asked tenderly. Reaching down and locking your hand in one of his. He glanced up at you and raised an eyebrow. “Cause I think you are.” You said simply.
“What about anything you’ve seen today would give you that impression?” He huffed. “I ran from a bison and let it chase you down. I let you fight off a man while he downed me with a single blow. I am a coward.”
“A brave man isn’t necessarily the strongest.” you said simply. “Would a coward leave his soft, city life to photograph nature in all it’s beauty and majesty, at the risk of getting eaten or gored or trampled, because he loved nature so?” You asked. Albert said nothing. “Would a coward stand up to a man twice his size to defend the honor of a woman he met just that day?” You were quiet for a moment, letting him take in your words.
“The people I run with... well I’m sure you’ve guessed we ain’t farmers or miners.” You said. Albert let out a small breath of a laugh. “They’re the epitome of strong, fearsome men. But some of them are the biggest cowards you will ever see. They’d sooner flee from a fight and leave a person to fend for themselves. They’d never step outside their comfort zone to follow their dreams.” You said.
“And as for running,” you continued, “Only a fool would stand there and let a bison trample them.”
“What about you?” He asked quietly. “You’re maybe the bravest woman I’ve met, maybe even the bravest human, man or woman. You faced a bison head-on today. You took down that man single-handedly.”
“If you’ll recall, I leapt on my horse and ran for my life when the bison turned its sights on me.” you said. “As for the man, well men like that are cowards. All they need is for someone to stand up to them and they’ll turn and run. But imagine if I went to New York, or some other big city.” you said, shuddering slightly. “I’d be terrified. So many people. Such tight spaces. Such crazy new inventions. I would turn tail faster than anything.” You said. Albert chuckled.
“And all that aside, it’s not bravery I look for in people.” you said. “There are plenty of fools who would fit that bill. I’ve seen enough mean, tough bullies.” You reached up a hand and gently pet his hair. “What catches my eye is kindness. Passion.” you said. “Someone who will not give up no matter what.”
“And I fit that description?” He asked incredulously.
“To a T.” You replied. Albert’s lips smashed into yours, and you met his kiss hungrily. The kiss was messy and all over the place, but you didn’t care, just loving the taste of his lips, the way his beard rubbed against your skin, the way his hand held you close like you were the most precious thing he’d ever held.
You shifted so that your knees were draped out on the bed beside you, so that you were leaning against him. He just pulled you close and continued kissing you. As the two of you explored each other’s mouths, the kiss slowly settled into something more familiar and comfortable. Your fingers went up to his hair, loving the soft feel between your fingers. You scratched his scalp gently as you kissed.
Albert’s lips trailed down your neck, softly kissing the sensitive skin there. You shifted once more so that you were on his lap, knees on either side of him. His lips came back to yours, kissing you hungrily. You parted your lips and ran your tongue along his bottom lip. He responded by matching the kiss, his tongue bumping yours. Eventually you broke the kiss, gasping for breath. You held his face tenderly, staring down at him as he caught his breath.
“You are a goddess.” He gasped. “You must be, as perfect as you are. There is no other explanation. I don’t know that I’m worthy to be in your presence.”
“I think that would be my call, wouldn’t you?” You asked. He nodded. “I say you are worthy.” Albert’s lips pressed against yours once more. You unbuckled your gun belt and set it aside so that it wasn’t in the way. He pressed kisses down your neck once more, moving down to your collarbone, which was exposed by the open buttons of your blouse.
“You said there wasn’t much you didn’t want to happen?” Albert said against your skin, his hands hovering at the hem of your shirt. You hummed. “Does that mean... Do you want...”
“Just take my damn blouse off already.” you growled. “Yes. I want you.”
Albert didn’t need to be told twice, his fingers immediately going to the buttons of your blouse and working to get them undone. His fingers trembled slightly, but you let him take his time. He gasped as he pushed your blouse open and slid it off your shoulders, revealing your corset, camisole, and chemise.
“Beautiful.” He gasped, staring at your bosom, which strained against your corset. “May I?” He asked, looking up at you. You giggled.
“You may.” You whispered. “Touch me, Albert.” He brought one hand up to cup what he could of your breast. A few rough callouses scraped against your skin, but his hands were soft from his gentle upbringing, and you couldn’t help but sigh as his hands glided across your sensitive skin.You shivered as he pressed his lips to the other one, beard tickling deliciously.
“I want to see more of you.” He said urgently, helping you to stand off his lap. He pulled your corset cover over your head and pulled you close, his arms going around you to the laces at your back. You kissed his neck, cuddling close to his chest as he undid the laces of your corset. Your fingers fiddled with the buttons of his vest, undoing them as best as you could while they were squished between the two of you.
You felt your corset loosen, and you took a step back so Albert could work on undoing it in the front. You sighed as he let your corset drop to the floor. His vest followed, and you quickly began working on unbuttoning his shirt.
“You ever done this before?” You asked quietly. He looked down at you, feigning offense.
“I may be a soft city boy, but I’m not a monk. You wild folk didn’t invent the act of making love. Or... Perhaps wild folk did...” He paused in thought, and you laughed. He pulled himself out of his train of thought. “Whoever came up with it, I do in fact have some experience.” He said, pressing his lips to yours. “Not a lot I must admit but still...” He teased, and you both laughed.
“I’m sorry. I just know some folk wait until marriage.” You said.
“No my willpower is not that strong.” He joked. You leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his collarbone as you finished unbuttoning the last button on his shirt.
“Good.” You said, tugging his shirt out from his trousers and tossing it aside. Your hands traced his chest and stomach.
A light dusting of dark curly hairs covered his chest, narrowing as it trickled down his stomach to his hips. His muscles weren’t as defined as some of the men you had encountered, but he wasn’t weak by any means. Lugging his camera equipment around had certainly given him a work out. He was skinny, with just a little pudge to his stomach that made him look even cuter.
You smiled up at him and pressed your lips to his once more. He pulled you tight against him so that your breasts were pressed against his chest. He tugged your chemise from where it was tucked into your skirt and pulled it over your head, baring your top to him.
You paused, feeling nervous all of the sudden. Your body was riddled with scars, a testament to your harsh life. The men you had been with in the past had been just as rough and tumble as you, and didn’t care. But Albert was from the soft, polished city life. He could likely choose any woman he wanted. One with soft, marble-like skin, untouched by bullets and fists. What would he think...
“Ravishing,” Albert murmured as he took in the sight of you. His hands tenderly caressed you, moving across your skin softly. “What happened here?” He asked, thumb brushing over a scar on your shoulder.
“Bullet grazed me.” You responded, meeting his gaze.
“And here?” He asked, finger brushing over your side.
“Knife wound. The one below it is from a buck that I got too close to. Stay clear of them.” You warned. Albert chuckled and pressed his forehead to yours.
“And this?” He asked quietly, tugging at your skirt waistband to get a better look at the burn marks on your waist and hip, which he’d spotted peeking out of your waistband.
“Punishment for stealing.” You said. “They tried to burn me alive.” You weren’t going to sugar coat it. He deserved to know how rough your life was. His eyebrows came together, turning up even more. He looked sad, but there was no pity in his eyes.
“Are any of those who hurt you still alive today?” He asked, pulling you close.
“I don’t believe so, now that you mention it.” You replied. “I don’t tend to let those who hurt me live long.”
“Good.” He said simply. “You’re right about there being a lot of bad in this world. But you certainly aren’t, and I’d hate to think those who hurt you still walk this earth.” He leaned back, looking your torso up and down once more. “Magnificent. A work of art. And each mark with a story behind it. I’d love to know them all some day.”
You smashed your lips against his. God he was so damn sweet. You pressed your body against his, hips grinding against him. You could feel the hard lump forming between you, though his loose riding trousers made it hard to see much of anything. Your hands went to the buttons, making quick work of undoing them. .
You pushed down his trousers and drawers, and you felt his cock bump against your hand as it sprung free. You knelt down in front of him, pushing his trousers down to the floor. His cock was average in length, thin, but the head was large. You licked your lips excitedly and looked up at him. He was watching you nervously.
“Ain’t this nice. All for me tonight?” you asked. He nodded. You grinned and wrapped your hand around him, stroking him. He moaned as you pressed a soft kiss to the head of his cock before parting your lips and slowly taking him in.
“My word.” He sighed blissfully. “No one has ever done that before.” He admitted. “I was beginning to wonder if it was just some fantasy men spouted.” You chuckled, letting the vibrations tickle him and effectively shutting him up. He squirmed slightly, doing his very best to hold still for you. You grabbed his hips, delightfully narrow you were pleased to discover. You hated the way those baggy pants hid a man's figure.
Slowly you began bobbing your head, taking in more and more of him as you went. You hollowed your cheeks, tightening the suction around him. He moaned loudly, his hands rested on your head for a minute, then he pulled them away, not sure what to do with them. You reached up and took his hand, bringing it back down to the top of your head. His fingers massaged your scalp.
He looked down at you, and you met his gaze. He groaned as you slid your mouth down to the base, nose resting in the dark curls at his base. You relaxed your throat, suppressing your gag reflex as you did. You held him there for a moment before you pulled back, gasping for air. Your hand continued to pump him as you caught your breath.
“Oh my,” He panted, his voice going deep with lust. You smiled up at him proudly. “That was marvelous. Are you alright?” He asked, wiping away a tear that had formed at the corner of your eye. You smiled.
“I’m fine.” You assured him. “You ready for some more?” You asked.
“Oh you don’t have to...”
“But I want to.” You insisted. “I like giving you pleasure.”
Albert moaned as your lips wrapped around his cock once more. Slowly you began bobbing your head once more, letting his moans of pleasure encourage you on. You swirled your tongue around his cock as you sucked on him. Albert’s fingers tangled in your hair, and he tilted his head back as he moaned. You took all of him once more and swallowed around him before letting him go with a satisfying pop.
“Damn.” Albert panted, sitting down on the bed and kicking off his shoes and trousers. You giggled and sat down on his lap, arms wrapped around his shoulders. His hard cock bumped against your leg “That felt wonderful. I was worried I may lose myself there for a minute. Wouldn’t that have been a shame, putting an end to a lovely evening so quickly.” He babbled, his lips wandering over your skin. You tilted his chin up and pressed your lips against his, kissing him hungrily for a moment. “Could I return the favor?” He asked.
“If you’d like. You don’t have to, but I’d love if you did.” You said, caressing his face. Before you knew what was happening, you were on your back and Albert was leaning over you, pressing kisses across your chest.
His fingers went to the buttons of your skirt, and he pulled it and your bloomers down, tossing them aside. He untied your boots and set them aside as well before he knelt between your knees, looking up at you. You smiled down at him, stretching your arms above you as you got comfortable on the bed.
Albert’s fingers danced lightly up and down your legs as he took in the sight of you splayed out on the bed waiting for him. You opened your legs a little wider, giving him a better view of your center. He lay on his stomach, his face hovering near your wet pussy.
“I... I must admit I’ve never done this part before.” He said. “You’ll tell me if I’m hurting you, or doing it wrong?” He asked. You nodded.
“I’ll stop you if I don’t like what you’re doing. But if you’re doing it right, I wont be able to stop moaning.” You assured him. “Try using your fingers first. It might be easier.” you suggested.
“Right. Geronimo.” He said, and you couldn’t suppress a laugh. He stopped and looked up at you sheepishly. “That was silly, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah. But if you can’t laugh with someone, even during the intimate moments, then what’s the point?” You giggled. He nodded and turned his attention back to your center. He gently spread your folds, taking in the view, and you couldn’t suppress a sigh at the feeling of his fingers against your most sensitive area.
He found your entrance easily enough, and began rubbing his finger against the hole. You bit your lip to stop from laughing. He was trying.
“A little higher, Albert.” You whispered. “There’s a spot just above there. If you touch me there, I’ll be in heaven.” Slowly his fingers moved higher, and you let out a high-pitched gasp when they brushed over your clit. “There. Right there.” you encouraged. He began circling your clit with his fingers experimentally, trying to figure out what gave you the most pleasure. You clung to the pillow under your head as he began moving faster, rolling the little nub gently underneath his fingers.
“God, Albert.” You moaned, your hips moving against him. He pushed a finger into you and you whimpered. “Yes.” You whispered, your fingers moving down and tangling in his hair. His fingers were big, and it felt so good when he added a second one, stretching you out.
He moved his fingers slowly in and out of you, always observing and learning from your reaction. Your hips jerked against his hand when his fingers brushed against your sweet spot inside, and he began actively seeking that spot out. You whimpered in protest when he removed his fingers, but you gasped in pleasure when his lips found your clit.
“Shit. Albert.” you groaned, arching your back and pressing your hips up against his lips. He flicked his tongue out against you and you gasped. He released the suction and began lapping at your center, moving faster and faster. You could feel tension building in your core. Albert slowed down slightly, and began planting soft kisses around and on your clit. Slowing down your incoming orgasm, but keeping the pressure building.
Once he returned to licking you, he pressed his fingers back inside of you, pulling a long groan from your chest. Your hips unconsciously ground up against him. He took the hint and began moving his fingers into you faster, always making sure to stroke the sweet spot. You had to admit, the man may have been a little awkward at first, but he was attentive, and a fast learner. You could feel your orgasm reaching its peak.
“Ngh. Fuck. Albert...” You groaned as your orgasm washed over you. You clung to the bed with one hand, the other tangled in Albert’s hair, holding him in place. He continued licking you, working you down from your high. His fingers stopped moving, but he kept them deep inside of you, letting your walls clench around him.
You twitched against him as he continued to lick your overstimulated clit, and you let go of his head. He looked up at you, gently resting his chin on your hip, grinning proudly. You smiled and reached out for him, wanting desperately to hold him and kiss him. He pressed a few sweet kisses to your thighs and abdomen as he worked his way back up until his face was hovering over yours. His wet beard brushed against your skin as he moved up your body.
“Beautiful.” He murmured. You pulled him down for a kiss, licking your slick off his face. His beard glistened with it, but he didn’t seem to mind, just smiling down at you. “Are you up for some more, or should I finish myself off?” He asked quietly.
“I ain’t anywhere near done yet.” You said. “I could go all night. I want to feel you inside of me.” you whispered. He flushed slightly and nodded, pressing his lips to yours. You spread your legs, expecting him to enter you right away, but he didn’t. He just leaned over you, kissing you passionately and caressing your body. You could feel his hard cock nudging your center, and you ground your hips against him.
He let out a groan and sat up, crossing his legs and holding his arms out for you. You pulled yourself up onto his lap, lips crashing against his. You ground down against him, his member rubbing against your wet center. You braced your hands on his shoulders, lifting yourself up so he could position his cock for you.
Slowly you lowered yourself down on him, pressing your lips to his. You let out a high pitched gasp and a whimper as the head of his cock pushed inside of you. His lips were inches from yours, parted and ready to lock with yours again, but giving you a moment as you slowly lowered yourself down onto him. The head of his cock was beautifully thick, and rubbed your walls perfectly.
“Fuck, Albert.” You moaned as your hips met his. “God you feel so good.” You whimpered, nipping his shoulder lightly.
“There’s no way it feels better than the way you wrap around me.” He murmured, grabbing your hips and pulling you tight against him. He gently lifted you up and brought you back down on him. You threw your head back, moaning and holding on to him. His cock just hit all the right places perfectly. After a few thrusts you slammed your lips against his, needing to connect with him in every way possible.
The two of you slowly picked up a rhythm, moving as one against each other. Albert’s hips moved up to meet yours, and your hips moved up in response. You wrapped your arms around his head, holding him close as the two of you moved. His hands slid down to your ass, cupping your cheeks firmly and using them to help move you against him.
You moved slowly at first, feeling each other out, finding what made the other feel good. Albert moved tantalizingly slow across your sweet spot, making sure the head of his cock stimulated it beautifully. When Albert was fully sheathed inside of you, you squeezed your walls around him and moaned in his ear.
It wasn’t long before you could feel your orgasm beginning to grow once more. You reached between your legs and stroked your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. Albert watched as you began to lose yourself on top of him.
“My god you’re so wet.” He murmured, his voice deep and smooth, a far cry from the nervous squeaks that seemed to find their way into his voice normally. He leaned down to press kisses against your breasts. “I can feel you getting wetter. Are you going to peak again?” He asked.
“Oh god. F-fuck. Albert I... Ohhh.” You cried out as your orgasm washed over you once more. Your fingers tangled in Alberts hair as you rode out your orgasm. He groaned against your skin, as the tremors that ran through your body began to subside. He picked you up and lifted you so that you were laying on the mattress once more.
You clung to his shoulders as he began thrusting into you hard and fast, low grunts rumbling through his chest as he did. You ran your nails across his back, leaving red scratch marks across his skin.
His thrusts were becoming more erratic, and you knew he was close. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him in tight so he was thrusting deeper inside of you. He stopped moving, holding deathly still above you, jaw clenched in concentration.
“You can cum, Albert.” you murmured in his ear. “Paint my stomach with your seed.”
“Not yet,” He whimpered, pulling out of you and squeezing the base of his cock. “I don’t want this to be over yet.” He said. “You deserve to be ravished until you can hardly move.”
“Sure, but that doesn’t have to be tonight.” You said, propping yourself up. “I’ve cum twice already. That's more than most of my previous partners were able to get out of me.” you said, gently guiding him to lay on his side next to you. “I bet you can still get one more out of me before you finish.” you whispered, pressing your hips against his and draping your leg over his body. You cupped his face between your hands.
Albert studied you for a moment, searching your face for something. Disappointment maybe? But he found none, only tenderness and adoration. He pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his arms as his cock slid into you one more time. You sighed blissfully as he stretched you out once more.
He slid one hand down between the two of you, fingers quickly finding your clit and stroking it just like you’d showed him. Your eyes fluttered closed, mouth open in a small ‘o’ as he moved inside of you, bringing you closer to your pleasure once again.
Albert pressed kisses across your face and neck. His beard brushed against your breast and you shivered at the sensation. His lips worked their way back up to yours, pulling you in for a wonderful kiss. His fingers began rubbing your clit faster, his thrusts staying slow and steady. You whimpered against his kiss, nipping his lip gently.
“Cum for me once more then?” He asked quietly. You nodded, clinging to him tightly as you felt your core tighten. Albert’s thrusts faltered as you came hard around him, and he had to pull out quickly to stop himself coming inside of you. His seed spurted out across your stomach and side as you twitched through your final orgasm.
The two of you lay there in eachothers arms, gasping like fish on land. You buried your face in the crook of Albert’s neck, and his arms tightened around you, holding you impossibly close. He was stronger than he looked. You pressed lazy kisses across his chest and clavicle.
You felt his finger stroke your cheek gently, and you lifted your head to look at him. He was watching you through lidded eyes, looking perfectly content. You hummed in satisfaction and pressed your lips to his. He returned the sweet kiss, sighing and stretching out against you.
“How do I compare to the women in the city?” You asked, smiling wickedly at him. He chuckled.
“Like a lioness to a house cat.” He said, brushing some hair out of your face. You blushed and nuzzled your face against his chest once more.
“Oh... let me clean you up, my dear.” He said, noticing the spurts of his seed that covered your stomach and side. You just smiled as he rolled out of bed and grabbed a handkerchief, soaking it in water from the pitcher on the nightstand before sitting on the bed next to you. You watched as he tenderly wiped his seed off your skin, making sure none was left behind before he wiped himself down.
Once he was satisfied, he set the rag aside. But he paused, looking down at you laying on the bed. He paused, seeming at war with himself. You let him sort himself out, just watching him.
“My dear...” He paused. “You look so beautiful right now. I want so much to take your picture. Would you let me?” He asked. You were hesitant at first. What if someone else found the picture, with you bared to the world. “If you’re not comfortable with it then I’ll never ask again. I just... I’m here photographing nature in all her beauty. And here is possibly gods most beautiful creation before me, just as he made her.” He sat down on the bed next to you. “That was horribly improper of me to ask. Forget I said anything.”
You grabbed one of the sheets and draped it over your hips, covering your lower half but keeping your upper torso exposed.
“Alright.” You said. Albert blinked at you, surprised. “But this is only for your eyes. Not part of your project.”
“Of course.” He assured you. “I wouldn’t dream of showing it to another soul.” He said, quickly grabbing his camera equipment and setting up. You relaxed back against the bed, letting your hair splay out over the pillow. You turned slightly to where Albert was setting up. You positioned your arm so that your hand draped over your lips, obstructing part of your face. As much as you trusted Albert, paranoia was an occupational hazard. Hopefully your hand would do what your bandana usually did. Albert had finished setting up his camera, after doing a few tests with the lighting, he was finally ready.
“Stunning.” He sighed, looking you up and down. “Hold still now.” He murmured. You did as he asked, and he snapped the photo. “Perfect.” He said, grinning at you. “Thank you for indulging me, my dear.” He said, quickly putting the camera away. “I know that was... well most would consider that incredibly improper but... when I see a masterpiece...” He was stammering again. You giggled and reached your arms out for him.
He smiled and lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms. He pulled you up so that you were resting on his chest, smiling down at him. You lazily pressed kisses to his chest once more. His fingers danced over your back, softly tracing patterns over your skin. Albert’s breathing was beginning to slow, and you knew he was drifting off to sleep. You watched as he relaxed and let sleep take him.
Staring down at him, you knew you’d never be able to let the sweet, clumsy photographer go now. You’d just have to protect him. From himself and the situations he got himself into, as well as from those who may try to hurt him to get to you. But that was alright by you, as long as you got to keep this sweet man in your life, in one way or another, you’d be happy. You sighed, and closed your eyes, allowing yourself to drift off to sleep after him.