Tales of The Old West: A Corporate Ho’ Down
After readin Jade’s story the other day, I dug through an old trunk and came up with a picture of us back in the day.
I thought you might enjoy the story.
A few years ago when I was working my way across Corporate America tryin to make the land a little safer fer common folk, I wandered into a saloon in Cripple Creek, Colorado. Dustin’ the grit off my jeans and needin nuthin more than a good shot and a place to rest my tired butt, I headed to the bar while keepin an eye out for any of the Enron bunch that might still be lurkin.
There on the bar set the orneriest woman I’d ever known, having met some time ago in Idaho during the potatoe war. Just lookin at that woman, I knew she had Bitchitude, but a heart a’ gold.
“Why H’llo DB” she breathed in that quiet voice of hers “B’out time you got your tired ass here”
“Bitch?”
“Yeah…been waitin here for you. Boys from that new fangled telegraph company been raisin hell all over town. Figured you’d be here ‘fore now.”
“Got a letter from Ms. Becky over to the Land Office a while back about some trouble”
“Yeah… bastards busted up Jade and Ms. Kim’s MILF Boarding House just last night… put buckshot in Bud, our new piano player’s butt the night before. Last week one of em chased Priss’s cat into the outhouse and set it afire. Marjo over to Moore’s Newspaper been sending stories to the governor, now they’re threatenin her friend Andy’s snake oil business.”
“Ah hell… no rest fer the wicked I ’spect.”
Wasn’t long til the dirty varmits got wind that I was in town. Damned corporate ho’s got ta come out from under their stinkin rocks with their noses all up in the air.
Took us a might to run em back where they cum from, had to chase em all the way to Colorado Springs and points West. With good friends and help we managed to do our duty by em… but then that’s another story.