Lotta Ducharms leaned back against the bar and tossed back her platinum curls. She hated it when Tex RoDayo was late.
She hitched up the bodice of her gown for about the hundredth time, checking that the hemline was short enough to expose at least an inch and a half of shapely ankle.
He sauntered into the saloon.
“I thought you’d forgotten our date,” she purred, and held out a scarlet-nailed hand.
“I gave you my word.” He bowed over that hand and left a kiss. “Miss a Valentine’s dance with you, Li’l Darlin’? Never!”
The piano commenced to play.
Liz Husebye Hartmann (100 words)
Tracy Fabre's Prompt:I'm a day late for a 100-word-shortie prompt! The shame! The horror! The sinus headache! Okay... please to write for me a story using the words:
And make it in the style of a western!
That is all, and that is enough.