A Brothel

He rode into the Devil’s Tit and saw a saloon where working girls were.

He saw these beautiful outside living it up. He held to his pistols and knew that this was one of the places he may found his target. He knew Aims loved the ladies..love cutting them up that is.

He parked his horse near the Brothel and went in. He saw several women of all shapes and sizes walk around the saloon. He tipped the hat to him.

“Hold on there Mr” He heard a sultry voice

There stood Betsy. She was the owner of the brothel. She was older then most of the girls but still had it. He looked beautiful with lots of red hair and huge breast. She wore a petticoat that pushed her already massive breast up. The design was blue and white. She had on a pair of high healed cowboy boobs. She was a tall woman with lengthy legs

“We got a no gun rule in this bar. So the only guns that I allow in here is the ones on my girls chest” She said

He smiled

He gave his pistols to her.

“Why I am here I need some information. If you ask. It may concern the safety of your girls” She said

“Sure as long as you buy a drink” Betsy said

They sat down and had some drinks. Betsy was a good talker, sassy and full of gumson. He told her about Aims. She also could hold her liquor

“Haven’t seen him around here. Could have been lying. I can ask me girls if you like. The Sheriff by the name of Lisa might know. You’re welcome to wait around here for him to show up. Maybe buy a free room with the girls. In fact I am half a mind to give you a bit of discount with me if I get a few more drinks in me