NOTE: Published in "Best of Whitesboro Writers" so pulled from WWG/PI blogs!
“Fools' Gold … Belle”
by Miriam E. Waters
A bit of gold
dust, a meager reward for her services for a drunken prospector. Life’s cruel joke, the murder of her husband
by claim jumpers, had forced her to succumb to the degradation of life as a
lady of the line.
The sounds
of laughter, boisterous voices, and the ancient piano filtered up to Belle. The air in her room was redolent with a blend
of unwashed bodies, cheap whiskey, and stale perfume.
As Belle was
secreting away the precious bits of gold, Old Orville entered the saloon
downstairs. He had found a rich vein of
gold and come into town to celebrate after months in the fields. “Barkeep, pour me a whiskey and keep ‘em
comin’,” he instructed the man who was happy to oblige.
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“Where’s
Belle?” Old Orville demanded of the proprietor just as she descended the
staircase. Without preamble he caught
her up with a whoop and a laugh. “Let’s
head upstairs darlin’. Time’s a
wastin’,” he said.
Once in her
room, Old Orville stripped Belle of her dress, corset, and layers of
petticoats. Only when she stood naked before
him did he remove his own dirt encrusted clothes.
He ran his
callused hand over the smooth contours of her body. Cupping her breasts in his hands he bent to
nuzzle their fullness. He guided her
back until she reclined on the old brass bed.
Without hesitation, he mounted her and penetrated her sex. Within moments he lay satiated upon Belle’s
supine body.
After a
time, Belle extricated herself from Old Orville’s embrace. Weary in heart and mind, she began to dress
desultorily in her saloon frippery. So many nameless faces claiming my body as
their own … how much more can I endure? Belle despaired.
Old Orville
had fallen into a drunken sleep. As he
slept, Belle explored the old prospector’s pockets. She was rewarded by finding a bulging bag
filled with the precious nuggets lusted after by the prospectors. She quietly changed into street clothes and
tucked the bag and all of her hard-earned gold into a sturdy valise.
Belle made
her escape down the back stairway and exited the saloon through the
kitchen. She found her way to the depot
and nightly stagecoach. When it traveled
down the rutted road that led to some far destination, Belle didn’t give the
mining town a backward glance. She left the town with her head held high and a
bag filled with all of the fools’ gold that she had earned during her time in
the life.