Chris glanced back at his friends and gave a small nod. The men gladly dismounted and stepped into the warm home, aware that they were stepping into danger.. Once inside, they looked about and began to smile at the ladies gathered therein. "Well," grinned Buck. "Look at what we got here! A whole passel of lovely young ladies. Have you ever seen such a collection of beauties before?" Buck nudged JD, who was staring hard and with much interest at one of the ample bossomed young women.
"Ah... yeah... I mean, no! I... I haven't." JD stammered, not having to ham it up too much. He was both excited by the possibilty of turning the trap on Dead Eye Les and his gang and the lovely women who were baiting them on the hook.
"Such divinity should not go unworshipped," Josiah admitted, stepping further into the room to introduce himself to another of the angels gathered around. Rose looked up at Josiah and asked, "What's your name, big fella?"
"Josiah, Ma'am."
"Josiah," Rose sighed. "A holy man, by chance?" she asked, noting his cross.
"Once," admitted Josiah. "A long time ago."
Rose's smile widened with mischief as she asked him, "You hungry, Josiah?"
"Yes, Miss Rose. Not for food, however," he replied as he feasted his eyes upon her luscious bosom and licked his full lips in anticipation. If just one of them could get one of the women alone, they might be able to find out what was going on and how bad the situation was.
"Starving, eh?" Rose grabbed his big hand and gasped. "Oh you dear dear man, you're almost frozen solid!" In a flurry of activity, she divested him of his coat, then reached up and took his hat, sending it with a flick of her wrist sailing across the room to settle on a hook on the wall. "Why, you just come sit over here with me. I'll have you all warmed up and taken care of before you can say Amen." Rose led Josiah to the couch and made him sit, then she perched on his lap and took his face gently in her hands. "Why, Josiah, your cheeks are so cold, I really must insist. Let me warm them with a kiss."
"Oh sweet heavenly lady, go right ahead. Then when you're done there, you might warm my lips?" Josiah suggested artfully.
"That, my dear preacher, would be a heavenly
pleasure."