The rich man overheard the thief setting down money and<em>his gun!</em>He strode over to the betting table and reached deep into his inner coat pocket to draw out a fan of paper gold that he slapped onto the table. "I’m bettin' everythin' on the blonde!" he exclaimed, and then leered at<strong>Apryl</strong>with the stink eye. He was determined to get what was stolen from him even at the expense of leaving the thief with nothing. He kept his hand on the golden gun in its holster in case the woman got too greedy. About now, he'd find any excuse to blow her head off.<br/><br/>The Gunslinger bore his teeth as he felt Marilyn snag his hair as he had snagged hers. That was it! He was going to cut it all off as soon as he found a barber shop. Lady had almost succeeded to pull him free when out of the corner of his eye he saw what looked to be a boot heading straight for his chest. Zieg released Marilyn as he tossed his weight back against Lady. His hands locked about the back of her knees and made her fall upon her bottom as he continued to lean back, feeling the air of the stranger's boot across his chest as he inspected the leg up to a man in a leather coat. The Gunslinger's head had plopped back against Lady's bosoms as he sat back as though he were in an adjustable seat. He saw the cross that whipped about at the man's dexterous movements, and it made him arch a brow to think that a priest was in a bar.<br/><br/>Zieg frowned; he should have known there'd be some heroes trying to save a bit of ass. "She ain't worth helpin'!" he shouted. He then pointed at the priest and immaturely accused, "Yer just lookin' for some ass!" His eyes then flicked to The Drifter as she launched herself upon him. He was forced further back into Lady as he felt Marilyn's hand upon the side of his head and Lady's once tantalizing breasts were now lethal tools of suffocation. His face was turned into her bra and beneath Marilyn's leg-locked grip he began to squirm as though he were being smothered.<br/><br/>Lady blushed in embarrassment as she felt Gun's face turned against her bosoms and Marilyn was also on top of her. "Mary, Dear, I understand your passion for Gun, but if this keeps up, I may not be able to control myself." She then turned her head and was trying to look as innocent and distressed as a whorish woman could be, but the sandwich was turning her on. Just the thought of no longer seeming less of a whore around Marilyn made her feel concerned.<br/><br/>The rich man shoved his elbow against Apryl's arm when he saw the shift in the fight. Her<em>real deal</em>no longer had the upper hand, and he was about to win everything back.<br/><br/>The twins were staring at<strong>The Preacher</strong>who attacked Gun and were musing over Gun's accusation that this holy man was only looking for some sin himself. The red and blue-fashioned twins held each other in their arms as they just stared at the priest like apparitions from<em>The Shining.</em>Ginger's arms were snaked about Sunny's waist and her hands were resting lightly on her bottom, her fingers pulling gently up on the back of her shorts to reveal the beginning milky curve of her bottom. Sunny's cheek was resting against Ginger's bosom, the weight of her head pulling down on the red twin's bra to reveal an areola of her tit that quivered as though ready to pop free from its confines any second. They stared at him like seductive kittens, their eyes staring deep into his own for that naughty man hidden away so deep.<br/><br/>"I don't think he's so clean," Ginger thought aloud.<br/><br/>Sunny smiled and replied, "He only wants something sweet."<br/><br/>A dry gust from the front door being opened caught Zieg's eye and several others who turned their heads to gaze at the silhouette of a gun mistress in the door. The brows of thugs rose in curiosity. Was there more showing up? They couldn't see past the bright sunlight that reflected off the desert sands and outlined the dark specter in the door. When the woman's hair began to flare about, Zieg had got a bad feeling that he knew who it was before she even began to speak. As she spoke to Marilyn, his eyes shrank in shock how the two would know each other. How was this possible?<br/><br/>Zieg shook his head, which jostled Lady's breast as he tried to maneuver his face free just so that he could demand to Marilyn, "How do you know this woman?" She could have asked him the same question, but he had asked first!<br/><br/>"Don't make him talk!" Lady squealed as her cheeks glowed heatedly.