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Chinaman's Chance

Date: 1/16/2015, Categories: Science-Fiction, Interracial, Murder, Non-Erotic, Romance, Violence, Author: sourdough, Rating: 89.7, Source: sexstories.com

him to thinking. I needed to get a message to Maggie and a safe haven to rest. We gravitated to Mrs. Crabtree's saloon and entered through the back door. I slipped into a storage area and waited while Brian went to get Emma. "Thank God you're safe," Emma declared when she saw me and took me in her arms. "You're hurt," she gasped when I winced in pain. "What happened?" "A couple of men grabbed me and I hurt my back in the struggle. It was Brian here who came to my rescue. He was very brave." "Thank you for saving my friend Jennifer, Mr. O'Hara," Emma said and favored him with a smile. Brian removed his hat and started blushing like a schoolboy. "It was nothing. Those Chinese will wake up with giant headaches. Uh, Jennifer? I thought he was a lad named Curly. Now she's a lass and her name is Jennifer." "Never mind that. Go get yourself a drink. It's on the house." "Uh, thanks. Uh, Mrs. Crabtree, I was wondering if...uh." "What were you wondering, Mr. O'Hara? Speak up." Brian looked for the exits and I knew it was my turn to come to his rescue. "I believe Mr. O'Hara wants to seek permission to begin courting you with the prospect of matrimony in the near future." "Is that what you’re hemming and hawing about, Mr. O'Hara?" "Uh...yeah, what Curly...I mean Jennifer said." "Then the answer is yes," Emma responded. "You may call on me at a more convenient time. Now leave. I need to talk to my friend alone." After Brian left, she said, "Was that your doing?" "I plead guilty. I hope ... you don't mind. I think you two could really hit it off together." "We'll see," she said with a smile. Emma's saloon had a second floor, which was unused. It was originally a brothel, but after her husband's death Emma decided to close it down; less revenue, but fewer problems. She said I could rest and recover up there, but I wasn't going to rest very long. I had to get a message to Maggie Hooper. I had to find out if Tom Logan was alive or dead. Would I ever hear from young Bobby again? Oh, I almost forgot. I had to plan my next murder. I recruited Brian to get my letter to Maggie. I knew I was giving up the location of my hiding place, but it couldn't be helped and I did trust the man. He must have delivered the message before dawn because Maggie showed up around noon and she already had had a busy morning. "I had just about given up hope when your friend delivered the message. It was very cryptic so I assumed Mr. O'Hara isn't privy to anything, but it assured me you were safe." I nodded in agreement. "Mrs. Crabtree doesn't know anything either," I responded. "What happened last night?" After I gave Maggie a rundown of the evening's events she said, "I have good news on my side, too. Tom Logan is alive." "Thank goodness!" "He has been unconscious since he was brought in, but they say he must have a strong constitution and a thick skull. I had him removed from the charity ward and into better accommodations. I also engaged a highly recommended physician to examine and treat ...