Chapter Two: The Kats Den

I walked into the saloon, the Kat’s Den, opening the large double doors, they didn’t have those silly swing little doors like down south. My eyes gazed around the room. A few guys looked up to see who had entered before going back to their drinks, ladies, or a card game going on at one of the tables. It was a slow day but places like this didn’t get busy till the work day was done and they needed to unwind.

The place was nice, too nice for this little town. I would have loved to see it in its glory days when gold poured out of the mine and men flocked to the saloon to spend their cash as fast as they could make it. The saloon probably still had a thriving business from travelers passing west, at least until the railroad was finished, connecting the east and west. I saw all the girls looking at me.

The first that caught my attention was a Chinese woman standing behind one of the guys playing poker; he seemed to be doing well enough as his good luck charm was rubbing his shoulders. She was probably buttering him up for after the game was over. Dressed in a long flowing gown instead of those pajamas I saw them wear. I wondered how much she wore underneath if anything.

A dark haired Spanish woman dressed in a shoulder less dress with a shawl around her shoulders was tending bar busy filling shots of whisky glasses as she smiled at me the way most Spanish women do. Back in Mexico she was probably a dime a dozen at any cantina but here she was a little bit of a rarity.

A young Mulatto woman took the drinks bringing them over to the gamblers. She was probably the daughter of some **** owner and one of his slaves from before the war. She didn’t look like a whore, not dolled up enough with makeup or nice clothes, wearing only a simple body hugging dress though it showed off a fair amount of cleavage, revealing a pair of light brown caramel tits, not to mention on of the nicest round asses I had ever seen. The kind most women had to wear a bustle to achieve. She looked like just a server to take care of the guest downstairs. After the war the blacks had their freedom but they didn’t have many job opportunities. I saw one of the guy’s touch her leg as she came over, she didn’t smile though she didn’t pretend that it bothered her neither. She was smart enough to just play along so she didn’t lose her job.

I saw a woman with dark brunette hair bringing a man down the staircase. She was very pretty and wore very nice clothing reminding me of a southern belle. Her accent as she bid the man farewell confirmed it. Obviously a favorite among some of the gentleman or had a wealthy sugar daddy keeping her own the side from the jewelry and clothing she wore. The guy had a look of satisfaction on his lips obviously happy with his service at least till he realized how much money he had spent.

“Hello laddie, looking to get to heaven, if so I can get you their faster.” A woman with dark red hair said coming up to me running her hand across my chest. I could make out an accent, Irish maybe though she didn’t speak like an immigrant fresh off the boat but more of a generational having grown up in America. My experience with redheads hadn’t always ended on the best of terms but it sure as hell was fun.

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