So what’s going here?

It is the 1880s-1890s, the last waning years of the Wild West as its is being tamed. But, there is always small tales that are never told or even remembered. It is when an age dies that all moments are forgotten, and even the smallest ones.

In the outskirts of El Paso, a lone scout from a tribe is looking for sources of food to feed them all. The harvest has not been good at all. And the fact that if something isn’t done, they will all perish. So going deep into El Paso, maybe he could get away with stealing a few cows. The ranches around the area did not seem to take kindly to him, because there were still fears of raids from the other tribes…

A fear that made the ranchers arm themselves.

So he had to do this stealthily and quietly.

There was a prosperous ranch, one called “Bellmunt” and they had so many heads of cattle. Maybe they wouldn’t mind the loss of a few. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of one. So one morning he decided to sneak in but he was caught.

A young lynx lady, probably in her 20s cornered him, a revolver in hand, thankfully the hammer was not cocked. He knew of the weapon, and he had an idea how they worked. The lynx lady used her left leg, pushing his loincloth apart and looked at his member. Her eyes widened in surprise, and an idea formed in the oceans of her mind. A very good idea.

While he had nothing of value to pay for the cattle he intended to take...Maybe he can pay her with what she saw. Maybe a few hours in bed with her will be sufficient payment.

Art by Cinnameana

Puck by Coyote42

Ms. Serrabaixa by me Kitsune633