Maybe Later Sweetheart.

“Sorry Ma’am, but I just got down with one long ride; maybe later tonight when it gets cold you can help keep me warm.” I smiled flipping a silver dollar at her.

“Cassidy, let der gentlemen get in der door Bevor Sie try to jump his bones.” A womans voice said with a deep German accent, I saw a voluptuous woman coming towards me with two of the biggest tits I had seen on a white woman. Her clothing screamed madam being way too nice for a whore. Whores made their money taking their clothes off so they only wore so much.

“I don’t mind Ma’am, it’s nice to see a woman who goes after what she wants.” I smiled at Cassidy as she walked away to go flirt with some guys at a table in the corner, ranchers from the look of them.

“Guten tag, Ich am Mistress Katharina but everyone calls mir Miss Kitty around hier.” She smiled warmly extending her hand.

“Pleasure Fräulein Katharina. Flint Hardwood.” I smiled taking it and kissing it softly.

“Ich muss say wir do not get many gentlemen of your Kaliber around hier, you sprechen German?” She smiled.

“Very little Madame.” I shook my head no. What little I did know was from hauling a German outlaw across the country for two weeks.

“Do nicht feels bad Mister Hardwood. I do nicht sprechen it as much as meine Mutter would like.” She smiled warmly. Despite being a full figured woman she was pretty light on her feet as she moved. “Kann Ich get Maria to get sie anything to drink?” She said holding her hand out toward the bar.

“Only if you will join me, ladies choice of course.” I said holding out my own hand, besides the occasional hit from my flask I never drunk alone.

“Maria das ist Mister Hardwood.” Mistress kitty said to her mexican bartender.

“Hola señor Hardwood. Welcome a Widow Hills, I hope que had un good trip.” The waitress said as she leaned over the bar showing off a lot of cleavage. How the dress stayed up on her I had no idea.

“Gracias Mi señora, the country side was muy bonito though not as bonito as you.” I said as I took her hand and kissed it softly. Of course I wanted to butter her up. The bartender knew everything that went on in town, though with any luck it might fall at any minute.

“Se han quit un way with su tongue Mister Hardwood.” She smiled warmly.

“So I have been told Hermosa.” I smiled. I had atleast two French chicks who could attest to that.

“Please pour uns two Gläser of meine Väter beer.” The Mistress Katerina said to Maria.

“Sí mistress Katharina.” Maria said as she grabbed two mugs and went over to a small keg under the bar and not the big one behind the bar. I wasn’t one for whisky or beer since they were typically watered down to stretch the profit. “Here usted go mistress Katerina and señor Hardwood.” She said coming back a few seconds with two mugs of beer.

“Mein Väter brews this back home. Es Ist is our Spezialität des Hauses.“ The mistress said picking up her mug. “Prost.” She said holding up her mug as I took mine and tapped them together. I took a deep swig. This wasn’t watered down, it was good, not good enough to make me drink beer on a regular bases unless I was drinking with her. Maria excused herself and went over to talk to the waitress.

“Very good ma’am.” I smiled.

“Während wir **** would you like to look at den Katalog of my girls.” The Mistress smiled.

“Sure, I would love to.” I shrugged. It didn’t hurt to ever look.

“Here you go señor Hardwood.” Maria said as she put a book on the counter and turned it toward me. I opened it to see a nude picture of the southern belle posing with an umbrella and little else. I had to admit it was nice to see her naked before I had to pay for it. On the opposite page was a hand written note with her name, Virginia and a list of things and positions she was willing to do and prices.

I flipped the page to find the Irish girl Cassidy next. The picture was a little more erotic with her legs spread open showing her vagina though the black and white photo did her no justice. From her list she was a little cheaper and willing to do a lot more. I suddenly noticed something. A scratch mark that had been on both pictures, it was in the same place as the picture I had in my pocket. I was in the right place. For half a second I thought about asking the Mistress about it but the only problem with that was if she knew the Jameson sister. I knew you could only trust a whore so much.

“Who took these pictures?” I asked more than a little curious now knowing I was one step closer to finding the sisters and the ledger.

“Miss Hilton, sie runs ein Foto shop down the road. She turned quit ein prophet during the war sending her pictures to soldiers, now sie sells them to workers up Norden for der railroad.” Mistress Katharina smiled.

“A woman took these?” I asked a little surprised.

“Si, she has quit un interés en la female forma.” Maria said as she came back over.

“Wir do nicht talk about Lady Hilton or ihre daughters.” Mistress Katerina quickly said. “Würden Sie care Für ein warm bath und ein girl zu warm sie up after your long trip Mister Hardwood?” She said changing the subject. I did not know who the Hilton’s where but I knew that the Madame did not want to discuss them. I debated her offer. I really wanted to go find this photographer but a hot bath and a whore, or two sounded good as hell. At least I had a lead now of where to go next though it could wait.

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