Second day on the job

Ok, she thought to herself, I know the drill. All I need is my clothes, my guns, and my sanity. She got up from her bed. She stretched her arms and walked to her hat and a chest containing her few outfits. Sadie looked at the gleaming moon through her window. Quickly she spun her cattlemans out from her holsters. She sat down put her boots on, wearing nothing but her empty gun belt.

“God damn this heat. I wish I could just sleep and wake up.”she said with frustration. She slipped her boots on and buttoned her white shirt. Her black duster would be her next choice of clothing. She slung her bandolier. Sadie stood up and grabbed her repeater from the wall and placed her hat on her head. She picked up the pistols and spun them back into the holsters. She opened the wooden door and stepped outside. The door shut and she whistled her black horse over. It whinnied and rushed to her.

Sadie mounted onto the leather saddle. Her legs soon knew a feeling of discomfort. She looked down and pulled herself back. The horse bucked her off. She landed, legs spread, without pants. She hurried back into the cabin. She kicked off her boots and got her pants and shoved her legs in. At such a fast rate it was a struggle. There was a tear and her legs shot to the end. She saw no rips while investigating it. She slipped on her boots. She stood and cool air vented through a hole in the butt area. She looked behind her an turned her curvy hips. A slit behind her ass was covered by Sadie’s trench coat. She noticed this and let it be. She put on the Fowler boots. “Alright. As long as I have the coat they can’t see, well, yeah.” Sadie didn’t want to think of it. She saw her horse and decided it’s close enough to walk. She ran to a trail to the mine with small cliffs on the left side with a river next to it.