Whitey Winn One Shots

What where you doing?

I hummed my little tune as I finished up my shopping at the drygoods store about to head home. I spotted the office and I smiled a little wider going over though the thick dust, and up onto the wooden porch I could hear talking inside so I went to the door pushing it open firmly as it had a habit of getting stuck.

There in front of me stood whitey winn his deputy desk between us. His boots thick with mud and dust almost going up to his knees where they where too big for him, his pants tight to every crevice of his body sitting on his waist. His gunbelts sat in his hips one either side so the two 45's sat one on each hip with its own line of bullets, his shirt tucked in tightly with so much dirt it was no longer white, his fluffy jumper over it all with his glinting deputy badge on his pocket. His skin coated with dirt and mud tanned from his neck up his hair a tattered mess where it needed washing, or combing or both actually. His brown eyes square on me in the door way his bottom lip gently in his teeth his stubbly facial hair around his mouth and chin he was clearly doing something in the mirror of the gun shelf behind him and had turned on the balls of his feet to see me his two pistols in his hands aimed at me making me jump

"Whitey Winn!" I complained

"Sorry Missy, ya made me jump" he said twiddling his guns and returning them to there holsters

"Dear God when was the last time you went for a bath whitey" I sighed coming in closing the door behind me he looked up a moment clearly thinking chewing on his lip as he did

"Uuuuhh... Thursday," he answered

"You sure it wasn't any longer? Your starting to smell like a corpse" I complained

A heard a chuckle from the cell and noticed a man there with some sort of neck ingury "besides I needed a word with you"

"Sure shoot Missy" he shrugs leaning his hands on his gunbelt

"I need your help with the bed it's fallen in on itself again" I complained

"Alright, I'll be over and I'll fix it later" he sighed

"What's he in for?" I asked looking to the man in the cell

"Stage robbin'" whitey answered

"Looks a little... off for a stage robber" I said

"I said he looked more like the pissin' in public type" he laughs

"And I'm sure people say the same about you whitey" I laughed gently shoving his chest

"Hey! What do ya mean?" He complained

"Well I caught somebody pissing in public not so long ago" I smirked at him

"Oi! I was not pissin' Missy" he complained "I was... doing somethin' else" he blushed

"Ohh yeah? What where you doing?" I smirked

"None of ya business what I was doin'" he argues

"Umm what where you up to whitey? Down by the river? Hidden by the reeds? With your dick out?"

"I wasn't doin' anythin' I swear I wasn't" he complained

"Course you weren't whitey" I laughed "it just so happened that you had... fallen into the reeds by the river and happened to have your cock in your hand? While I was doing my laundry?"

"Yes... a total counsidence, I uhh I didn't even know you'd gone down to do your laundry and have a bath" he blushed fixing his hair a little

"I never said anything about a bath whitey" I smirked

"What no of course not I uhh I just assumed ya might have uhhh" he blushed so I giggled giving his cheek a kiss I love winding whitey up it's adorable

"I'll see you later whitey"

"Yeah, I'll pop by later Missy" he smiled so I hurried out the office but secret poked my head in the window as I went past I could hear that man in the cell chucking again "shut up" whitey warned him

"I don't think I need to ask what you where doing?" He laughs

"Shut up I wasn't doin' anythin'" whitey argues

"Find a better hiding spot next time" he suggested

"I tried, she's found them all" whitey sighed.