Money talked louder than any voice to Paul Gunn. It was louder than his puny wife who'd only given him weak daughters and louder than two said daughters with no use than to marry off or use in his saloon for a small amount of money.

Paul would do anything for money, which is why he was sitting at a table of five of the most dangerous, blood thirsty gamblers San Francisco had ever seen. He dealt the cards and watched as each men eyed each other distastefully. Each man had paid a five thousand dollar buy in in order to get half the winnings and something he turned his gaze to sneer evilly at. Yes, when he'd gotten rid of it, he'd be a wealthier, happier man.

These men were here for one thing, something each man had heard of and had travelled far to see for themselves. Word around said this was worth maiming, strangling, hog tying, and even killing to have and Paul Gunn was getting rid of it in a game of cards. Each man took small glimpses of it as the cards were dealt.

It was sitting at the piano looking as beautiful as the flower for which she was named. Her blond hair was piled high atop her head with peacock feathers stuck perfectly in a few curls. Her red dress accentuated curves she was just beginning to get used to at the age of ten and seven. One strap of her dancer's dress was dangling from her shoulder. The hosiery could been seen peeking out from under the lace surrounding her thighs as it molded to her long, slender legs. Her shoes, black and shiny, had only served to accentuate her shapely legs, even though the wearer could feel her toes starting to ache.

She was dressed from head to toe to entice, and yet, Lilyanne wanted nothing more than to run away far into the woods of California and never return again.

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Here is the first chapter. Do you guys like westerns? It isn't usually my thing, but I had this crazy dream and this story just sorta came to me. Please tell me what you think!