Decker had no idea why he'd referred to the naked man as 'old coot' in the letter to Jeb, he had no reason to claim such a thing, and all and all, it was a confusing description of the man, as he'd never once been described as 'old' to him. It was almost if someone whom had no idea of what was going on, had controlled his hand and written the asinine description of the assailant and he felt like some kind of fool; his only hope being that Jeb would indeed knew whom he was talking about. Realistically he could of used the term 'naked' or 'vagrant' but instead he had chosen to write 'old coot' , what an unexpected and rushed letter it must be. He had asked Eva to go upstairs and use her feminine wiles to convince her husband not to do anything stupid, but instead the frontier woman  neglected his request, and simpy refused as if she'd never been asked in the first place.  It was almost if all the logical thoughts in her head had flown out of it, and now she was a babbling fool. Decker accepted it, and  instead of the methodical perfectionist that he actually was, he let her indiscretion slide.  'how strange..." he thought to himself, and prayed that no further illogical transgression would happen again.<br/><br/>Atleast he had Eva, with her as a hostage, he could almost garuntee the exchange would sufficiently suffice in convincing Jeb to do what he wanted, and without the threat of Jeb double-crossing them and letting Lila know about the ruse. Besides, things had ended up working out to plan even if his hostage was a 'simpleton', which Eva had proved herself to be. Decker hadn't missed the noticeable belly bulge in Eva's night gown, he could guess she was pregnant, and knowing so made his offer even that more appealing.<br/><br/><br/>Decker and his posse raced across the roads of Bethlehem falls, tearing up the cannon and into the tower protected compound of Amsterdam manor.  Deckers only real conscern was sneaking Mrs. Williams up to his room, getting to his private wing of the Manor involved passing through the main entry way of the house, and knowing full well that Mr. Amsterdam  saw the swollen curves of a pregnant local, he procure her for his own machinations. If Eva returned sullied to Jeb, he might not be so ready to give the information required of him and Mister Marion Amsterdam was fond of the swollen curves of a woman with child.<br/><br/>The other six Damned cowboys broke off and headed for the bunkhouse, as Decker and Eva made their way toward the Main house. Decker opened the 10ft engraved door and they both strode into the main lobby of the oversized manson. Mr. Amsterdam was indeed standing on the balcony, awaiting Decker's return.<br/><br/>"Weell....what do you have for me dear man?" Marion called out in his usual effeminate lisp.<br/><br/>"Nothing yet boss....I've got the wife of a Rancher that was suspected of helping the stranger...I've asked him to look into this stranger's location...I'll have word to you tomorrow or the next day...sir. " Decker said, without making eye contact, and pushing Eva toward his private wing's entrance.<br/><br/>"A wife huh? she looks pretty...not much hair on her as I can see......How about I keep her up in the upper chambers tonight....I've got a new gentler mule...." Marion says, his drunkenness is obvious by the slur of his speech.<br/><br/>"No sir.... I don't think that would be prudent, our business depends on this woman's sanctity, Didn't the boys bring you fresh meat today? I could have sworn they reported bringing in the Oak ridge woman for your pleasure..." Decker retorted.<br/><br/>"Ooooh she didn't last long.....My mule split her, she now shits and pisses out of the same giant hole, poor girl....OK I will tell you what...after this deal is complete, I will call upon Mr. Williams again...How does that suit your plans, Mr. Malloy?" Mr' Amsterdam asked, falling against the railing of the balcony as if he were drunk enough to actually fall off of it.<br/><br/>"Fine sir, after I have my answers, I'll have no more amendments on your proposition....May I go?" Decker asked and everyone could see the contempt on his face. He grabbed Eva by the arm and dragged her into this personal suite.<br/><br/>Eva had heard the demented rumors about what Mr. Amsterdam was into, but until she was actually confronted with the scenario her mind wasn't capable of perceiving it. She was almost happy that she was in the private bed chamber of Mr. Malloy and not Mr. Amsterdam. Little did she know that Decker had the same pregnant girl fetishes as Mr. Amsterdam, and he wished to gently apply them to her after being denied again by Lila. He would have his way with her, whether she liked it or not.<br/><br/><br/><br/>*****************<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"> James Hector Lowe </span>woke up gagging, the dreams he'd had were of hell and purgatory, but his eyes finally crept open at around 4 oclock in the morning.  He had no idea how'd he gotten to his current position, lying under a bed. He first reached out and pulled himself free, the sunburn on his back screamed in pain, but he managed to free himself.<br/><br/>His head hurt, that was for sure, and as he reached up with his unencumbered hand; he could feel the large knot on the back of his head. His memory flashed, and he saw red bandannas on everyone of the men that waylaid him.  Heck surveyed the room and saw that although his hat and boots were still there, his satchel of gold coins were missing. He wrenched himself out from under the bed and stood up.<br/><br/>On the  bed was a young girl, she was still sleeping, and Heck covered his nakedness, sun-burnt penis out of modesty. He reached down with his free hand and awoke her, "WWa.....waa....waskey" He tried to say, but his physical condition would not allow for intelligent conversation just yet.<br/><br/>Bethany woke up and upon seeing the 'undead specter' of the man stand before her, she screamed out in horror, regardless of what he had said. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHhhhhhh MIss Lila! Help come now, he's awake!" Bethany called out.<br/><br/>"hey settle down...I don't even know how I got hereâ€¦ cough cough...Hey do you hear me?" Heck called out, trying to settle the young girl down. "MISS LILA...THE MAN IS AWAKE, PLEASE COME NOW!!!!" Bethany exclaimed.<br/><br/>The pounding of heeled footsteps came next from the staircase outside the door, the door bust open to reveal a dominatrix set on protecting her girls. Heck threw his hands in the air, trying to show that he meant no harm but as soon as he hands came off his exposed, sun-burnt junk, Lila attacked. She ran directly at him, fueled by her own drinking, and tackled the injured man by the waist.<br/><br/>Heck normally would have sidestepped Lila's attack but since he was dehydrated and still concussed, he ended up taking the tackle squarely in the guts. The momentum knocked him backward and soon he found his form folded in half and flying toward the rear wall as the housemother had her way.<br/><br/>â€œOOOOhh stop, just get offâ€™n meâ€¦.aaahhhhâ€ He groaned from his place on the floor, helpless to do little else.  â€œPleaseâ€¦Whiskeyâ€ He whimpered.<br/><br/>â€œYou need waterâ€¦not whiskey, sirâ€ Lila said as she pulled herself off of Heck and righted her dress. â€œBethany go fetchâ€™im some water.â€