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    How the WeHo West Was Won – Chapter 10

    Previously

    Bette walked into the stable and saw Tina petting White Star’s nose, quietly talking to her and feeding her an apple. It was welcome sight to Bette’s eyes she stayed motionless for a few minutes but Night Wind had other ideas in mind and started saying his hellos.

    Tina looked up and saw Bette standing there and asked, “How long have you been standing there?”

    A week, a month, a year, “Just a minute,” Bette replied.

    “I hope you don’t mind, I just wanted to say hello White Star.”

    Bette moved across the stable so she was standing close to Tina and gave the horse a few friendly pats hello. “Tina, of course I don’t mind, I told you she misses you, I wish you would take her, she belongs to you and doesn’t like it when anyone else rides her.” Tina could tell Bette was being sincere.

    “I can’t Bette and I can’t keep a horse.” Bette wondered why Tina was continuing to be so stubborn. “Well then why don’t you come out and ride her whenever you wish, she needs the exercise and would be happy to see you around the place.”

    Tina nodded her head “I think I’d like that Bette.” Bette gave Tina her genuine 1,000 star smile.

    “Good, I’ll leave you to your visit, unless you want to ride her now.”

    “I can’t go riding in this dress.”

    “T, I have riding clothes you can borrow, we could go out for a ride together, if you’d like.”

    “Bette you have a yard full of guests and if we go off riding together in front of them the tongue wagging will never stop.”

    “I forgot we had guests.” Bette fell back into “we” without realizing it and Tina let it slide.

    “Maybe another time,” said Tina.

    “Sure.” Bette gave Tina a hopeful smile and walked out into the sunlight but Bette was walking away from the warmth she was lonely for.

    tbc…

    Comments

    1. oh boy, marina is at it again…….franklin need to be beaten by bette with a spiked bat until he unconcius, how dare he try to hurt anyone with his stupid ass! hehena, i’ve grown to luv in season three so far, but can she pleeease get lost at sea or sucked up by a twister or something? but yea, keep us guessing, i predict a shootout in the near future, no thoughts as to whom, but there WILL be one……any bets that franklin will be first to die? anyone? great chap post soon

    2. Ooh, I wasn’t expecting Franklin’s gang to pop up…that should be exciting. And hopefully cause a heroic moment for Bette to sweep Tina (back) off of her feet. And Marina…true to form and seductive in every possible way…nice.

    3. “the road for these two in my story has some twists and turns and it’s a little dusty…” A little dusty you say?… well, bring on the dust-busters! ;-) I’m glad I finally got the chance to catch up on your story.

    4. By far this is one of the most creative settings for our girls. It’s stories like these that make me not stress about the show to much. Keep em coming!!!

    5. Hmmm . .I am a B/T fan myself, so I love their storyline. I understand you wanting to bring the other characters in to the storyline, but please don’t stop writing about them! Post again soon!

    6. Whoa – This is a completely different Story anyway. Bette as a sheriff in the Wild West. I simply find the Story excellent. Please come back and continues the Story.

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