"Ugh, where am
I?" Rev wondered out loud as his eyes opened. The regular ticking of the
grandfather clock beside his bed gave Rev a steady assurance that he was in
fact, still in the land of the living.
His head still
pounded, but less so. The best thing was, the pain in his bicep was gone. He
turned his head, looking at what happened to it. The fresh bandages and feeling
of the bullet no longer lodged inside gave Rev a renewed sense of hope.
The shotgun welding
woman did help him after all. He smiled.
"You're
up."
Whoa! Rev thrashed
about in surprise, falling off the bed with a clumsy loud crash. He raised his
head slightly, peeking out from below the mattress at the owner of that sexy
feminine voice.
"Shotgun woman!
You tended to my wounds?"
"Firstly, I'm
not 'shotgun woman', my name's Tess, Tess Emory. I'm sorry I had to point that
thing at you. You honestly can't be too careful round these parts. Too many
bandits and coyotes out looking for a place like mine to raid."
"Tess..." Rev
repeated after her. He liked that name, in fact, on giving her figure a brief
glance, he decided he liked her body too.
"So what's
yours, you impolite lil' runt."
"Wha-" Rev was shocked she had such a mouth, but
gradually wondered if her mouth was good for anything else besides cussing out
loud like that.
"Rev, my name's
Revolver Rapture. But you can just call me 'Rev' for short." he stood up
and tried to extend his hand to shake in thanks for her aid. The pain reminded
him that there were still many functions that he had yet to recover though.
Tess smiled, shaking
Rev's left hand instead.
"So who're you
exactly, Mr Cowboy Rev?" Tess asked in a deep
southern drawl, the kind that made most men in her life come in their pants.
"I'm a cowboy.
My story's not important. Maybe I'll tell you later. I'm still pretty busted
up."
"Oh my,"
Tess was enamored by this handsome stranger. Come to think of it, why hadn't
she noticed how well built he was before? It was probably all that time out on
the plains, the wind his perfectly tousled hair, the firm muscles straining
against the backbreaking work he had to do, he was so much more of a man than
her lazy no-good excuse of a husband.
"Well, I hope
you're not so tired that you're unable to repay me for treating that nasty
wound in your arm..." Tess let her voice trail off, praying that Rev caught
that naughty glint in her eye and the sexiness of the night gown she was in.
Rev found it strange.
It was probably the middle of the day, why did Tess still wear that sexy
negligee of hers?
Don't tell me she
stayed up all night to tend to me, that's why she's only sleeping now? He
thought excitedly, wondering if he had a snowball's chance in hell with Tess
and her smokin' hot body.