Barb’s western misadventure
Back in the 1800’s what would become the state of Wyoming was a wild western area where ‘justice” was often carried out by whoever was best with a gun or had the most rope.
When it became a territory of the US the small town of Cheyanne was known as ‘Hangtown’ since it was had the first gallows used to hang convicts that had the benefit of a trial. (Wikipedia would not let me add that to Wyoming’s history saying things posted on ‘Crux Forums’ is not an adequate footnote).
The new territory’s governor wanted to clean things up and one of things he wanted cleaned up was the house of ill-repute of a certain Barbara Moore…
In little Cheyanne the regular population was less than a few hundred people but could swell when a cattle drive came through and started to grow as railroad surveyors came to town. The most powerful person in town was a woman named Barbara Moore. She had been run out of what would be later been known as the Minneapolis-St. Paul Twin Cities by religious zealots she settled in ‘Hangtown’. Barb was a ravenous brunette that earned what today would be millions (if not billions) one trick at a time.
But she consolidated power by opening a bank and taking care of the town that took her in. One evening she had a visitor. She lit up a fat oriental herbal cigar and asked “Do you want a romp with it me, Tree?”
“It’s not my style, Barb. I have never paid for a ‘lay’” he replied.
“I’ll give you a freebie if you can’t afford me” she purred.
“I can afford you, Barb” Tree replied.
“You came here just to talk?”
“I came to tell you something Barb” Tree growls.
“OK, but I charge for listening” Barb said.
“Really? How much do you want?”
“Just a fun fucking night…”
“I can do that”
Tree explained power made strange bedfellows. A thug by the name of Despard Wragg II wanted to take over her brothel before the railroad got to Cheyanne and another scoundrel named Reverend Lynch wanted to set up a church as there is as much money in churches as there in Barb’s profession…
...the next morning Barb ‘dressed’ as Tree got ready to leave. As he walked out the door he was somewhat surprised his horse, a tan mustang, was still there and not lame.
Barb called after him “Tree, thanks for the advice but I have a lot of friends here. No one is going to run me out of town.”
“That’s not what worries me, Barb…”
Tree
Back in the 1800’s what would become the state of Wyoming was a wild western area where ‘justice” was often carried out by whoever was best with a gun or had the most rope.
When it became a territory of the US the small town of Cheyanne was known as ‘Hangtown’ since it was had the first gallows used to hang convicts that had the benefit of a trial. (Wikipedia would not let me add that to Wyoming’s history saying things posted on ‘Crux Forums’ is not an adequate footnote).
The new territory’s governor wanted to clean things up and one of things he wanted cleaned up was the house of ill-repute of a certain Barbara Moore…
In little Cheyanne the regular population was less than a few hundred people but could swell when a cattle drive came through and started to grow as railroad surveyors came to town. The most powerful person in town was a woman named Barbara Moore. She had been run out of what would be later been known as the Minneapolis-St. Paul Twin Cities by religious zealots she settled in ‘Hangtown’. Barb was a ravenous brunette that earned what today would be millions (if not billions) one trick at a time.
But she consolidated power by opening a bank and taking care of the town that took her in. One evening she had a visitor. She lit up a fat oriental herbal cigar and asked “Do you want a romp with it me, Tree?”
“It’s not my style, Barb. I have never paid for a ‘lay’” he replied.
“I’ll give you a freebie if you can’t afford me” she purred.
“I can afford you, Barb” Tree replied.
“You came here just to talk?”
“I came to tell you something Barb” Tree growls.
“OK, but I charge for listening” Barb said.
“Really? How much do you want?”
“Just a fun fucking night…”
“I can do that”
Tree explained power made strange bedfellows. A thug by the name of Despard Wragg II wanted to take over her brothel before the railroad got to Cheyanne and another scoundrel named Reverend Lynch wanted to set up a church as there is as much money in churches as there in Barb’s profession…
...the next morning Barb ‘dressed’ as Tree got ready to leave. As he walked out the door he was somewhat surprised his horse, a tan mustang, was still there and not lame.
Barb called after him “Tree, thanks for the advice but I have a lot of friends here. No one is going to run me out of town.”
“That’s not what worries me, Barb…”
Tree