Word got quickly to Kate that "The Drunk Mexican" was back in town. She knew that when he came to town he had money in his pockets to burn and had gotten her fair share at the poker table over the last couple years.  She just had to get there before he wasted it all away on whiskey and that tart Emma. She had taken him for a good $100 last time he visited so he was certain to want to win some back, she just needed to make sure she was ready for him.<br/><br/>Kate went to her drawer and pulled out her best silk panties.  They had been a gift from an admirer who brought them himself from Paris.  She sat down on the bed and started to slide them on.  She caught her breath as she felt the silk against her smooth legs.  She had almost forgotten how wonderful it felt against her skin. She then went to her dresser and found a garter belt and her sexiest lace top stockings.  Next came her special bustier; she had cut the top inch of fabric off to expose the tips so she could get support without it showing when she wore a strapless dress.  The thought long and hard about which dress to wear and finally settling on a green and black number.  The skirt was very short; somebody was likely to get a flash of her upper thighs tonight.  She stepped into the dress and pulled it up, adjusting the top so that she was almost indecent.  "Wow" she thought, "between the low top and the short skirt this doesn't cover much of me at all."  She put on her favorite necklace, the one with the fire red ruby pendant that hung just at the top of her cleavage, drawing the eyes there immediately.  A matching pair of ruby and diamond earring went on next and last a green tie holding back her auburn hair.  She pulled on a pair of heels and eyed herself critically in the full length mirror. She felt very attractive, and thought she looked that way as well.  She hoped the guys were sufficiently distracted as well.<br/><br/>She got her poker stake from under the loose floorboard and tucked the roll into her purse and walked to the door.<br/><br/>Kate left the boarding house and was at the saloon in a few minutes.  When she pushed open the door every head in the room turned to look at her.  Sure, she played there regularly but a cotton dress was typical when she was just playing with the locals.  She only got dressed up when a big target came to town and The Mexican definitely qualified.  Everybody knew when they saw her an epic poker game could be in the making.<br/><br/>She walked to the bar and asked for a shot of "something good." She downed it and surveyed the room.  He wasn't here but she saw a game with a decent amount of money on the table and a couple of open seats.  "That's the game he'd want" she thought to herself.  She walked over to the table, batted her eyelashes a few times and said innocently "You boys mind if I sit down?"<br/><br/>"Not at all, ma'am" was the immediate reply.  Every man at that table knew that body had been traded for a pot once before and every guy hoped he might be the next to get that offer.  One cowboy stood to pull out a chair for her.  "Thank you, kind sir" she said and ran her fingernail up his arm as she sat down. She caught him peeking into the top of her dress. "This one is already mine" she though to herself "and we haven't even played a hand."  Pedro was probably off with Emma, Kate just hoped he didn't give her all his money.  "Well boys, let play some cards" she said, smiling and pulling out a wad of bills to set on the table.  She settled in to play, waiting for her real mark to show later on.