oh gosh, first time finishing a porn piece and first time posting something on the kmeme. hope you like it, anon!
________________
“Well, Trudy's the one you'd really have to talk to about it. I'm not really in charge round here.” Sunny shrugged apologetically. “Tell you what, you can hide here until until nightfall. I know them Powder Gangers are watching the town, so that should give you better chance. There's a door round back of the saloon, you can sneak in through there.”
Ringo grasped the redhead's hand in gratitude. “Thank you, miss. You won't regret it, I'll pay you back for this, I promise.”
And that was how the Crimson Caravan worker found himself with a shotgun in his face that evening at 8:00pm.
“You one of them Powder Gangers?”
“No, no! I-”
“Why were you skulkin' in through here, then? There's a front door, use it.”
“No, I'm – Sunny sent me here.” Ringo shrank back against the door. The woman, must have been Trudy, had quite the presence. No wonder she was seen as the boss in this town.
“Sunny, huh?” Trudy lowered her gun. “Sorry about that. Been a little jumpy since those convicts started riling shit up. What can I do for you?”
“I'm Ringo, the one they're after. I work with the Crimson Caravan, see, and they ran down one of our caravans, just east of here, on I-15. I got away, but they've got it in them now to kill me. So if you wouldn't mind givin' me a place to hide until they get bored of lookin' I'd really appreciate it.”
“Trudy. And no.”
“Sorry? Please, ma'am, this was the closest settlement. I just need to lay low, won't cause any problems, I swear.”
“It's not you that I'm worried about causing problems, it's them. We have a small town, we can't afford to lose anyone cause some jerkoff convicts want to finish someone off. Primm's nearby, there ought to be NCR folks there that can help you if the radio's got it right.”
Ringo hesitated. There was no way he'd make it that far; he'd seen their camps along the road nearby, and the other side was run over with geckos. That wouldn't normally be a problem, but he'd draw their attention, especially if they were looking for him.
“I can pay you, Crimson Caravan can pay you.”
“Money ain't worth the lives of one of my people. Look I'm really sorry – Ringo, was it? - but we can't keep you here.”
The trader racked his brains. He'd never make it. She wouldn't accept money, didn't look like the betting kind either, so Caravan was out. Time to play it up Vegas style.
“What's with that face?”
Okay, maybe the flirty face wouldn't cut it, either.
“I'll have sex with you,” he burst out, regretting it when she scowled.
“Look honey, I ain't the kind of woman you see up in Vegas so you'd better take those words and march right outta this town.”
“Ma'am, I am desperate.”
“And I'm not. Sorry, but I really don't want to risk our town's safety.”
“Well, I'm sure a fine woman like yourself wouldn't have a need to be desperate. I just, yunno, if I could sway you otherwise?”
“You know you're digging your own grave the more you talk.”
“So... do I stop talking?” He straightened up and moved closer to Trudy, who was leaning against one of the diner-style tables. He knew it was quite possibly the cheesiest line in the book, but he didn't have much time to think, threat of death by dynamite looming overhead and all.
Stay With Me 1/2
________________
“Well, Trudy's the one you'd really have to talk to about it. I'm not really in charge round here.” Sunny shrugged apologetically. “Tell you what, you can hide here until until nightfall. I know them Powder Gangers are watching the town, so that should give you better chance. There's a door round back of the saloon, you can sneak in through there.”
Ringo grasped the redhead's hand in gratitude. “Thank you, miss. You won't regret it, I'll pay you back for this, I promise.”
And that was how the Crimson Caravan worker found himself with a shotgun in his face that evening at 8:00pm.
“You one of them Powder Gangers?”
“No, no! I-”
“Why were you skulkin' in through here, then? There's a front door, use it.”
“No, I'm – Sunny sent me here.” Ringo shrank back against the door. The woman, must have been Trudy, had quite the presence. No wonder she was seen as the boss in this town.
“Sunny, huh?” Trudy lowered her gun. “Sorry about that. Been a little jumpy since those convicts started riling shit up. What can I do for you?”
“I'm Ringo, the one they're after. I work with the Crimson Caravan, see, and they ran down one of our caravans, just east of here, on I-15. I got away, but they've got it in them now to kill me. So if you wouldn't mind givin' me a place to hide until they get bored of lookin' I'd really appreciate it.”
“Trudy. And no.”
“Sorry? Please, ma'am, this was the closest settlement. I just need to lay low, won't cause any problems, I swear.”
“It's not you that I'm worried about causing problems, it's them. We have a small town, we can't afford to lose anyone cause some jerkoff convicts want to finish someone off. Primm's nearby, there ought to be NCR folks there that can help you if the radio's got it right.”
Ringo hesitated. There was no way he'd make it that far; he'd seen their camps along the road nearby, and the other side was run over with geckos. That wouldn't normally be a problem, but he'd draw their attention, especially if they were looking for him.
“I can pay you, Crimson Caravan can pay you.”
“Money ain't worth the lives of one of my people. Look I'm really sorry – Ringo, was it? - but we can't keep you here.”
The trader racked his brains. He'd never make it. She wouldn't accept money, didn't look like the betting kind either, so Caravan was out. Time to play it up Vegas style.
“What's with that face?”
Okay, maybe the flirty face wouldn't cut it, either.
“I'll have sex with you,” he burst out, regretting it when she scowled.
“Look honey, I ain't the kind of woman you see up in Vegas so you'd better take those words and march right outta this town.”
“Ma'am, I am desperate.”
“And I'm not. Sorry, but I really don't want to risk our town's safety.”
“Well, I'm sure a fine woman like yourself wouldn't have a need to be desperate. I just, yunno, if I could sway you otherwise?”
“You know you're digging your own grave the more you talk.”
“So... do I stop talking?” He straightened up and moved closer to Trudy, who was leaning against one of the diner-style tables. He knew it was quite possibly the cheesiest line in the book, but he didn't have much time to think, threat of death by dynamite looming overhead and all.