The next day begins

Mary Anne woke up a few minutes after one, which was perfectly fine; time was not an issue, although the temperature was beginning to become one. There was an attic over her apartament, but in the heat of the noon the second floor got quite hot as well. She took off her nighty and put on a pair of cotton panties, simple ones, the time for fancy lingerie did not come yet. Next came the bra, not fancy either, but also not something that would restrain Mary’s breasts too much; they deserved some freedom combined with basic support. Plain stockings for her legs and a long loose skirt on top of them; standard boots on medium-sized block heels on her feet. The only item that flaunted the sheriff’s curves was her shirt, it was tight and moderately elegant, it covered her breasts, but at the same time gave a good idea about their size and shape. Last but not least was a gun belt which went around Mary’s slender waist and holsted her revolver. Before the evening’s entertainment the sheriff wanted to check if everything in the town was fine, especially the matters regarding last night’s raid.

Mary Anne went downstairs, said hello to Dolores again and ate a dinner prepared by her friend. After a large cup of coffee she went into the town. She walked at a leisurely pace and greeted the other inhabitants; everything in Tytepoos was as good as always. The thieves were securely locked in the cell and would sit there until the judge’s arrival, their dead comrade would get a proper burial and the owners of all the horses would receive their property back. The day was uneventful until the evening.