Day 2 - St. Louis Missouri, March 2, 1869

Come morning, I awoke alone in my room at the saloon with no sight of Abigail. The sunlight crept through the gaps in the curtains, casting faint rays across the worn wooden floor. Stretching my limbs, I shook off the remnants of sleep and got dressed, the events of the previous night still fresh in my mind. We had shared one hell of a night last night so I was a little sad to not see her pretty face when I awoke but it was probably for the best I not get to attached no matter how badly I wanted to.

As I made my way downstairs, the creaking steps echoed through the quiet saloon. The place was mostly empty, save for a few guests who were enjoying their breakfast. The rowdiness and revelry of the night before had given way to a calm morning atmosphere.

"Morning," Fiona smiled at me from the bar as she and Butch were carefully placing bottles of **** in a sturdy crate on the counter. Fiona's ginger curls bounced as she shifted her attention from the crate to me, her emerald eyes twinkling with warmth. They were selecting the finest whiskey and rum suitable for the journey ahead. Nothing else it could be traded along the way for needed goods and supplies.

"Morning, Fiona," I greeted the Irish lass with a nod, my eyes briefly scanning the nearly empty saloon. The morning sunlight filtered through the dusty windows, casting a warm glow on the worn wooden floor. The familiar scent of aged whiskey and freshly brewed coffee mingled in the air, creating an inviting aroma.

"How'd you sleep, cowboy?" Fiona asked, her voice carrying a hint that she knew what had happened. Fiona's face lit up with a radiant smile as she leaned against the bar. Her emerald eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint. My eyes ran down to her cleavage pushed up in her bustier as I admired her pale porcelain pert tits.

"Slept just fine, Fiona. Thanks for askin'." I chuckled softly, memories of the passionate moments with Abigail lingering in my mind.

"Well, you must be Flint. I am Mamie Maibelle but everyone calls me Mamie Mae," A voluptuous Black woman said with a warm smile. She approached me, her eyes shining with gratitude and pride. Without hesitation, Mamie Mae approached me with a warm smile, her eyes sparkling with a hint of playfulness. Her ample bosom pressed against me as she embraced me in a passionate hug. As her embrace enveloped me, her curves pressed against my body with subtle sensuality, igniting a tingling warmth within me that made me want to stay in her arms.

"Thank you for protecting my girl yesterday," she expressed, her voice laced with heartfelt appreciation.

"Of course Ma'am." I rubbed her back as I thought she was going to squeeze the life out of me. "Abigail's a good girl, she didn't deserve to be harassed like that."

"So you want some breakfast?" Mamie said as she let me go but kept her hands on my arms as she held onto me.

"Please Ma'am" I nodded. "I must say, the aroma of your cooking is downright irresistible."

Mamie Mae's laughter filled the air as she playfully swatted my arm. "Well, then, sit yourself down, handsome. I'll make sure it's the best breakfast you've had in these parts." Mamie Mae gave me a kiss on the cheek as her breasts brushed up against me. I nodded and headed over toward a table.

"Well I will have to knock the wall out to put in the craps tables." The plump man said as he came out of the back talking with Ms. Kitty. I saw a bag hanging from her arm that no doubt contained the money for the saloon. The man was wasting no time and already had big plans for the old place.

I took a seat at the table taking my hat off and setting it on the table. The worn wooden chair creaked beneath me as I leaned back, glancing around the saloon. As I waited, my gaze drifted towards the plump man who was engrossed in conversation with Ms. Kitty. They seemed to be discussing the future of the saloon, his animated gestures and Ms. Kitty's solemn nods hinting at the change that was about to come. The man's enthusiasm was palpable, and it was clear that he had big plans for this old place. She seemed uneasy about him wanting to change the place but then it had been her home since at least the war.

Before long, Mamie Mae appeared, carrying a tray filled with a hearty breakfast. She approached me with a playful twinkle in her eyes, her warm smile hinting at a mischievous intention. As she placed the tray before me, her fingers grazed mine ever so gently, sending a subtle spark through my veins.

"Here you go, sugar," she said, her voice dripping with a velvety sweetness. "A hearty breakfast to start your day right."

I couldn't help but notice the way she leaned in a little closer, her ample curves swaying enticingly as she leaned over the table. The scent of her perfume, a delicate blend of vanilla and lavender, filled the air around us, adding an intoxicating allure to the moment.

I met her gaze, my eyes drawn to the way her lips curved into a knowing smile. "Thank you, Mamie Mae," I replied, my voice laced with a hint of playfulness.

She chuckled softly, a melodic sound that filled the space between us. "Well, darlin', a handsome cowboy like yourself deserves a little extra attention," she said, her voice dripping with charm. "Just let me know if there's anything else you need." She smiled as she put an arm around me.

"I will. Thank you, ma'am."

With a final exchange of lingering gazes, I turned my attention back to the delicious breakfast before me, savoring the flavors that now seemed even more vibrant and enticing. I contemplated the adventures that awaited me beyond the saloon doors.

Between bites, I thought about the need to stock up on supplies for the journey. A gun shop came to mind, as my trusty revolvers might not be enough on the trail and I would need a tent and bedding which would mean a trip to the general goods store. Once I finished my breakfast, I wiped my mouth with a napkin.

"Get enough to eat sugar?" She smiled as she came over putting her hands on the table and presented her ample bosom toward me.

"Yes Ma'am." I nodded.

"Please just Mamie dear. You got everything you need for the trip?"

"Just about. I need to go get a rifle and then find a tent." I sighed feeling sure I was forgetting other stuff I would need as well.

"I am sure Butch can point you in the right direction though if all else fails, you can always cuddle up with my voluptuous behind and Abigail. It might not be the most comfortable arrangement, but we'll manage." The older black lady gave a little wink. The old black woman was a flirt to be sure and nothing like her daughter.

"Just not sure how much sleep I would get Memie between you two lovely ladies Ma'am." I smiled as I stood up.

"Uh. You naughty boy." She said as she leaned in close as her bosom pressed against my arm. "Though I am sure we could tire you out so you could get some rest cowboy."

I couldn't help but laugh. "So how did you end up here Mamie? I know Abigail said she is from Savannah."

"I practically raised Miss Kitty like she was my own since she was a little girl so when she left Savannah and offered to take me with her how could I say no? I love to cook so her buying a Saloon seemed like a perfect fit for me."

"It suits you. Are you staying?" I asked.

"No. Abigail wants to go with Miss Kitty so I have nothing to keep me here." Mamie shook her head.

"Well, I am looking forward to the company ma'am. At least I know the food will be almost as good as the company." I smiled.

"You are a charmer, Mister Flint." Mamie smiled. I thanked Mamie Mae for her hospitality and talked to Butch then made my way toward the door, leaving the warm ambiance of the saloon behind.

Outside, the sun was already high in the sky, casting its golden rays across the bustling streets. The town was waking up, its residents going about their daily routines. With a sense of purpose, I set off.