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 "This is a robbery!" the big man shouted from behind his black bandana.  A
circle of riders, faces covered had surrounded the stage coach and had the
driver covered by a few guns.  "Everyone out!"

   The driver dismounted and the doors were opened allowing the five
passengers to step out.  Three men and two women.  Everyone's valuables
were taken but that amounted to very little.  The strong box was what the
bandits were really after but once they had it broken they found, much to
their dismay, that there was very little cash.  Documents of various kinds,
but nothing negotiable to a thief.

   "Damn it Bart!" a red bandanaed desperado shouted, "I tol' you we should
'a waited for the next stage!"

   "Idiot!  Don't use my name!  Why do you think we got masks?" This didn't
really matter.  Everyone being robbed recognized from newspaper
descriptions the outlaw known as Bad Bart.  I hope that establishes that
he's a real well known bad guy so that I can move on to the important part
of the story.  The part that everyone waits for, but in my stories, doesn't
usually have to wait long for.

   Bad Bart stormed around in a circle, knowing that he had fouled up in a
major way.  It was a given that they would be hunted and they knew it, but
with so little to show for it, his men would be hard to handle.  "Well," he
said, struck with a sudden idea, "let's at least get as much as we can out
of this.  The ladies here, their purty outfits look like some expensive
finery.  We oughta get all we can."

   The ladies snapped to attention when they heard this.  He didn't really
mean to take their clothes did he?  "Get those dresses off girls!" He did!
One was a young woman, twenty two and she was already trembling.  The other
was older, just a little over forty with blonde hair, dark blue eyes and an
attraction that seemed to imply authority.  Her hands went to her hips as
she shouted, "You men have what you need!  Now get back on your horses and
scamper!"

   "Now girls," Bart said, "you'll either get your clothes off, or we'll
take them off you.  You first," he pointed to the younger one.  She stepped
forward, uncertain what to do, but Bart's threat carried her into action.
With supreme reluctance, she started undoing her dress.  All the fellows
watching, both bandits and victims, were entranced by this.  She was an
innocent beauty with long, curly dark brown hair and even darker eyes. 
Bart and his men and even the men from the stage all smiled as this lovely
young girl's anachronistically bright yellow, lacy brassiere came into
view. When the rest of her dress slid down, matching yellow garters and
stockings were exposed along with a minimal thong.  One of the bandits
stepped up and took her dress from her.  She stood there, slightly huddled
into herself, arms across her body, trying not to make eye contact.  Bart
told her, "Now that wasn't so hard was it?  I am though.  So help us out a
little bit more and turn around." Demurely, she did as she was told and
that let everyone ogle a very pert and darling pair of butt cheeks.  "Nice
ass darlin'.  What's your name?"

   "J-Jane."

   "Well,'" Bart said, turning to the defiant, vintage aged blonde, "Jane's
done real good.  You ready to cooperate?"

   "I will not!"

   "And what are you called?"

   "I'm Harriet and I'm not going to be degraded by you!"

   "Well Harriet, don't say I didn't warn ya.  Get her dress fellas."

   Two of the outlaws held her in place while two more started undoing her
dress.  She screamed loudly and furiously as they started pulling her dress
off.  She had very nice, satin underwear on, a bustier, garter belt and
stockings and not quite revealing panties.  Her anger subsided to cold
derision as she looked around at all the eyes on her.

   "Welp, that ought ta do it," Bart said.

   "But boss," a skinny bandit complained, "don't ya suppose all that fancy
stuff might get a coin or two?"

   "Y'know, you're right," Bart said, making certain to remember that
Skinny would get a little bit extra of the cash since he played so well
into his act.  "What should we take first boys?" This started an argument
because so many different answers were given.  That argument got heated
almost to the point of a brawl before Bart's pistol sounded to silence
them. "All right, all right, calm down.  Lets get some tits out first.  I
wanna see these," he said, pointing to Harriet.  Her tits were very full
which was perfectly becoming on her curvy figure.  "You gonna get that off
or do we take it off you?"

   Her anger boiled, turning her a bit red.  She wanted to refuse but the
involuntary stripping of her dress had been terrible and besides that,
these perverts seemed to like it.  Without a word, she slipped her bustier
off, back to them, and dropped it.  She turned back, arms hugged across her
bosom.  Bart, with a smile in his voice, told her, "Uhn-uhn.  I said I
wanna see 'em."

   "Please!" she was pleading now with trembling lower lip.  "Please! 
Don't make me do this!" Bart was intractable though.  She couldn't see his
face, but his eyes told her to do as she was told.  With a blush of shame
and closed eyes, she dropped her hands and let the bandits have their look.
Her breasts were beautiful.  They were surprisingly firm for her age, which
isn't to say that they were as firm as a younger woman's would have been
but they hung like works of art, maintaining a pleasing shape, sloped just
enough above her big nipples and curved with exceptional roundness below
them.  The bandits were full of compliments for her but that didn't make
her feel any better.  She started shivering slightly in anger and
embarrassment.  Her hands returned to her bosom when she couldn't take the
exposure any more.  The outlaw closest to her pulled her hands away to make
sure everyone could keep looking.

   Bart commanded her, "Now you just keep those power pups out where we can
see 'em.  You won't be alone for long.  You," he pointed to Jane, "it's
your turn.  Get those boobies out." She remained as silent as she had. 
Almost.  After she unclasped the back, a little whimper sounded as she
lowered her bra to let them see her tits.  Not quite round, they were
mediums, but close to being big.  Her dark pink nipples were stand-out
little circles within somewhat small areolas without distinct edges.  The
men chuckled at the welcome sight as their eyes moved back and forth from
one woman to the other.  The contrast between the two pairs demonstrated
the unique beauty of both.  After a minute or so of just taking in the
sight, Bart asked, "Well, you ready for that last bit?"

   "What?" Harriet demanded.  "You wouldn't!  You can't!"

   "Oh, yeah.  Don't worry none.  We're not gonna touch ya at all, but
you're both gonna get all the way nekkid for us!"

   The women both now pleaded to be left alone and the bandits listened
with pleasure.  Of course they weren't going to show that kind of mercy. 
Finally Bart shouted in a way that shut them both up.  "Enough a' that! 
Quiet down!  Said what I meant, now do it!  Both a' you, get them frilly
things off!"

   The two women exchanged anguished glances, then they both got busy
unfastening their stockings.  The outlaws gave comments and murmurs of
appreciation as the stockings were peeled off of two amazing sets of legs.
Garter belts followed.  Then, finally, breathing hard, the two unfortunate
ladies started sliding down the last thing that stood between them a total
lack of modesty.  Neither of them could quite stand it, so both held a hand
over the muff that would otherwise be bared.  Bart chuckled at the lovely
bodies so barely covered.  "Now hand over that stuff." A pair of his
cronies stepped forward eagerly to collect the lingerie.  "Turn around,"
Bart commanded.  They did as they were told so that their tormentors could
see their wonderful rears.  "Man I like that ass!" said one outlaw real
loud.  "I don't know," another returned, "that other lady's got a real nice
big round one." More commentary followed as the women had to constrain
sounds of anger and squeamishness.  "Back around now, my lovelies," Bart
said.  Reduced to hats and gloves, the women didn't wait to be told. 
Blushing furiously and having a hard time standing, both women moved their
hands.  A chorus of appreciative sighs and cheers sounded.  Thick blonde
bush in a narrow triangle.  A small bit of very short dark bush on the
younger woman.

   The women had to endure the ogling, laughing and commentary of their
robbers for twenty minutes or more before the bandits got up on their
horses and rode off with the clothes.  "Thanks for the contribution,
ladies! I hope to rob you again sometime!"

   The horses rode off as the women covered their bodies and loaded back up
in the stage.  "Get us back to town," Harriet shouted.  The driver took his
seat.  The three men were about to get back in, smiling wide in spite of
their misfortune.  "Oh no you don't!" they were told.  "Get up top with the
driver!"

   "There ain't room for alla us up there!"

   It was determined that two of them would ride up front with the driver
leaving only one lucky man who drew the short straw to enjoy the ladies'
company.  Riding back to town, the dashing gentleman didn't bother being
discreet about staring.  He even tried to talk them into letting him see
what they covered with their hands.  Harriet informed him that the only
reason she didn't slap him was because that would mean moving her hand.  He
settled back and said dreamily, "Ah well, I've seen it all already and I
have quite a memory."

   The stagecoach ended up back in town and this brought the attention of a
local deputy.  "Everything all right Fred?"

   "No, sir!  We were robbed!"

   "Robbed!"

   "Bad Bart and his gang.  Caught us and stole everything we had.  Even
stole'd the ladies' clothes right off of `em!"

   "Really." Deputy Driscoe wandered over to the door to check on this and
enjoyed the sight of the two lovelies in their skin.  "Well, that is
unfortunate."

   "Stop staring at us and get us out of here!"

   "All ya gotta do is open the door."

   "No," Jane said, pleading rather than raging as her companion had. 
"Please, get some blankets or something for us."

   "Right.  Fred, head to the general store and get the women some blankets
to cover in.  Meanwhile, the rest of you head on down the street to Sheriff
Stark's office and give your statements."

   So, after the blankets got to them, the ladies reluctantly stepped out
of the coach.  "This way if you please," Deputy Driscoe said.  He pointed
down the street and the women started walking.  After a little bit, the
Deputy managed to have himself walking behind the ladies which gave him the
opportunity to `accidentally' step on the trailing end of Jane's blanket.
Since she was walking so fast, she slipped out of the blanket before she
realized it wasn't moving with her.  SHRRIIIEEK!!!  Butt naked in the
street, she was gawked at by a handful of men lucky enough to be out and
about.  She didn't have sense enough to do anything other than put her arms
across her body, but for a few seconds, she didn't really manage to cover
anything.  Her companion in unwilling nudity disgustedly gathered up the
young woman's blanket and threw it on her.  "Get covered!  And you!  Watch
your step!"

   "Sorry miss.  I truly am." His smile made him a liar though.

   Only a dozen or so feet from that spot, a breathless and ragged fellow
rushed up to him.  "Deputy Driscoe!  I seen some outlaws!  Right here in
town!  No foolin' this time!  I think it's Bad Bart hisself!"

   "Finkster, you'd better be right."

   "I am.  I swear it.  I'll show you where they snuck inta town!"

   "Damn.  Ladies, I'm sorry, but I've got to go.  The sheriff's office is
just around the second corner from here.  Turn right.  You can't miss it."

   The women`s complaints mish mashed into each other.  "But -- wait!  --
you can't leave us like this!  -- get back here!" He did though, so the
blanket clad women timidly continued on their way.  They got about halfway
to the sheriff before a pair of mischievous boys took advantage of their
situation.  While they were trying hard to avoid the looks of the people
who watched them shuffle by, their blankets were snatched off of them.  A
pair of shouts sounded, one shrill and panicked, the other angry, as their
bodies were bared completely right out on the main street in public view.
The fine hats and gloves and shoes they had only made their nudity
remarkably more evident.  The two scamps who had their blankets rushed to
the middle of the street, just out of reach, daring a chase.  They shouted,
"Look everybody, a couple a nekkid jaybirds!" Covering their breasts, the
women ran as fast as they could now, rushing past shocked women and smiling
men until they got to the sheriff's office, rushing through the door and
slamming it.  A woman behind the desk demanded, "What's going on!"

   The two women tried telling their story at the same time and it came out
a garbled mess.  After a few seconds of this, Harriet asserted herself
loudly, "Can we see sheriff Stark?"

   "I am Sheriff Stark." As she stood, it was impressive.  Feminine though
she was, she was not unintimidating.  She stood nearly six feet tall with a
rugged look that men found alluring rather than unappealing.  Blonde hair
was tied back, her clothes were worn but expensive and now, seeing the
silver star and gunbelt, the two naked ladies realized that they were
indeed talking to a female sheriff.  "What's happened to you two?"

   Gruff as the law woman was, she seemed sympathetic.  Jane stayed silent
(partly out of awe of this unbelievable amazon) while the older of the pair
of naked beauties explained everything.  She told it backwards, from their
entering the sheriff's office naked to being de-blanketed in the street,
all the way back to the robbery and their unwilling clothes loss.

   "You're sure it was Bad Bart?"

   Deputy Driscoe came rushing through the door, "Sheriff!  It's Bad Bart!"

   Without a trace of worry, the lady sheriff said, "I'd heard he was in
the area.  He must have thought that a posse leaving town couldn't possibly
find them in town.  Well, he's in for a surprise.  Deptuty, get Newman and
Handler here right away.  We've got some arrests to make."

   "But it's Bad Bart!  He's the most dangerous man in the territory!"

   "And he's got you outnumbered two to one!," a naked lady shouted.  "And
can we get some clothes please?"

   At this, Driscoe's attention returned to the exposed skin of the
huddling and covering lovelies.  Sheriff Stark's commanding voice was
undefiable, so no one argued with her.  "Driscoe!  Get Newman and Handler,
we need everyone for this.  Ladies, I'm sorry but I don't have time to deal
with your problem.  I'll have someone as soon as I can to get you
something. In the meantime, just wait here." Driscoe was out the door in a
flash.  The sheriff gathered up rifles, pistols and ammunition then she was
gone too.  The two naked women remained, exposed and vulnerable and hoping
that no one would come in that didn't have an armful of clothes.

   The sheriff and her three deputies took stock of the situation carefully
before making a move.  They knew where to go and they checked to see what
they were up against.  At first it seemed unlikely that they should
overcome the desperadoes but patience paid off.  The bandits, predictably,
got sloppy.  Once they felt safe enough, they started drinking and
relaxing. Bad Bart himself, true to his reputation, seemed formidable
throughout it, but eventually, the band of outlaws was broken up a bit. 
While two of them went upstairs to sleep, seven were left.  It was easy to
get in through the windows and take the drowsy, half drunk men without
making enough noise for the others to hear.  The Sheriff waited with
Driscoe and Newman for another chance at whittling down the bad men's
numbers.  Handler was sent back with two bound and gagged outlaws.

   It was a bit of a tussle getting them there, but filling two cells was
really a foregone conclusion.  Once he had them locked away, he wondered
suddenly, "I thought the sheriff said that two women were waiting here. 
Where are they?"

   The naked robbery victims had had their own troubles while the peace
officers were on the job.  They waited but no one came with any cover for
them.  There was nothing there for them Eventually, there was a knock on
the door and Harriet opened it.  She had thought that the Sheriff had come
back or that someone had brought them clothes.  Nope.  It was just a farmer
come to complain about some stolen chickens.  The dusty country fellow
gaped as he stepped inside.  The ladies covered with their arms quickly and
easily, having had so much practice during the day.  "What in the world's
goin' on here?" he asked, eyes open wide as he scanned their bodies.

   "Get out!," Harriet demanded.  "Go get us some clothes!"

   "What are you doin' in the Sheriff's office without no clothes on?"

   "GET OUT!!"

   Instead of following the screeched demand, he turned around and shouted
to a friend he noticed nearby, "Jed!  Jed!  Get over here and see this! 
Two nekkid wimmen in the Sheriff's office!"

   Jed was rushing over, "Is the Sheriff one of them?" he asked hopefully.

   "Naw, but they're all pretty anyway."

   Harriet had backed away in horrified anger.  "Stop that!  Get out of
here!  Damn you!  Go away!"

   "Oh yeah, but we'll be back!  Jed, let's get to the saloon and tell the
fellas..." his voice faded behind him as the door shut.  The two nudie
beauties stared at each other in frustration.  Then Harriet half shouted,
"Well we can't stay here!  Come on!" If she had been thinking straight, it
might have occurred to her that they could lock the door again but instead
they crept out and rushed around the back of the building.  They didn't
know where to go but they wanted something to use for cover and they wanted
away from whoever the farmer might have brought with him.  They were lucky
enough to be able to get around the corner of the building without being
spotted.  They rushed along, hands over their sensitive spots until they
reached an alley and crept down it, trying to stay out of sight as they did
so.

   "We need something to cover with," Jane said.

   "I know!  Have you seen anything we can use?  Just keep going until we
find something." They made their along carefully between buildings, going
under windows to avoid being seen.  When they reached the street again,
they ran quickly to the other side to get between buildings again.  They
hoped they weren't seen and they almost weren't.  Only two pairs of eyes
had noticed them, the same two young fellows that had stolen their blankets
in the first place.

   "You see that, Tim?"

   "Sure did, Billy.  Let's go get another look." The pair of young
miscreants followed the two naked ladies quickly and soon caught up.  They
were following a pair of nice bare posteriors for a few yards before they
were discovered.  Billy couldn't help it.  He giggled and was heard.

   Harriet turned at the sound and screamed in anger and surprise.  "You
two again!  Get out of here!"

   "Harriet!  Shut up!  If someone hears you they might come and see us."

   "Say, that's not a bad idea," Billy said thoughtfully.  "Let's start
hollerin' for people to come look," he told his comrade in mischief.

   "No!" Jane pleaded.  "Please!  Be quiet!"

   The two young men looked at each other with malicious grins.  "Why not?
What are you gonna do for us?"

   "You bastards," Harriet said.

   "Let us have a look," Billy told them coolly, "and we'll keep quiet and
even go away.  If you don't we'll let everyone know that a pair of bare
naked sweeties is wanderin' the streets."

   "Go to hell," Harriet said but as Billy cupped his hands around his
mouth for a good yell, Jane said, "Okay!  Okay!  I'll, I'll...  let you see
my, my bubbies if you just don't do that."

   "Great!" Tim exclaimed.

   Billy needed more persuading though.  "Nuh-uh.  It's everything from
both of you or else."

   Harriet gave an icy stare.  Jane gave her a look of frantic worry though
and Harriet knew she had little choice.  She gave a grimace and and a grunt
of anger.  "Okay!  Boobs only though!  If that's not enough, then just do
what you will!"

   Billy was going to barter further but his partner in crime Tim gave him
a punch on the shoulder for not going for it right away.  "All right, all
right, but boobs from both of ya and you've got to give us a real good
look." They were all smiles even though they almost couldn't bring
themselves to look at the two exceptional pairs that were bared for them.
"Shake 'em for us," Billy suggested.  Seeing the immediate anger, he added,
"I mean, shake 'em for us and we'll help you get to a hiding spot."

   Harriet was suspicious but interested.  "What hiding place?"

   Billy was quick to think of it.  "You won't even have to leave this
alley.  Just around the corner is a ladder we can bring you.  You can get
on a roof."

   "What kind of stupid idea is that?  We'll be trapped up there!"

   "But Tim and I will bring you something to wear."

   "We'll do it!" Jane said quickly, desperate to be out of this situation.

   "Fine," Harriet said coldly.  "But you don't get what you want until
we've got what we want."

   The happy opportunists rushed around the corner, leaving the pretty
nudes behind them, one fuming, one cowering.  Very shortly, they hurried
back, carrying, as promised, a tall ladder.  "Put it up," Harriet demanded.

   "Nope," Billy and Tim said together.  Tim smiled, taking the lead now,
"Ya gotta live up to your promise first."

   "No, stupid," Harriet chided, "first you get us up there.  We'll >gulp<
shake our...  We'll do it when you bring us some clothes."

   "That's not what we said!"

   "Isn't it?" Billy wondered.  Underneath their unscrupulous desire to
take advantage of this, there was also an odd sense of fair play.  How had
the deal been worded?  Semantics aside, both Billy and Tim really did want
to help the pretty naked women as long as they got what they wanted too.  A
whispered exchange between them took place.  "All right," Billy said.  They
put the ladder up then the two of them stood under it and leaned against
the wall comfortably.

   "Hey!" Harriet said.  "Get out of there!  You'll be able to see... 
You'll be able to see our..."

   "Isn't that too bad?"

   "Get out of there!"

   "You might as well start climbing cause we're not moving and we've got
all day to wait." It was obviously a lost cause, so Harriet, with a
disgusted grimace, started her ascent.  With both hands on the ladder, the
young men were treated not only to a view of her tits, but also of her
nice, narrow golden triangle of bush.  Next up, trying to climb quickly but
with such overwhelming hesitation that it allowed a real good look, Jane
went on up.  "Nice little pussy, lady," Billy said.  Jane's blush became
scarlet.

   Harriet poked her head over the edge of the roof, "Hurry up and get us
something."

   "We'll be back in a jiffy!" With that, Billy and Tim took the ladder
down, partly so that the women wouldn't be discovered and partly so that
the naked duo would be trapped until they came back.  If all had gone as
planned, Jane and Harriet would have suffered no further indignity than
shaking a bit and being watched as they got dressed.  As fate would have
it, they were to remain naked and endangered.  They were not far from where
Sheriff Stark and her deputies were about to engage the outlaws.

   Having whittled the bad men's numbers down a little, the Sheriff waited
until Deputy Handler returned, then they prepared to enter the bar room
where the remainder of Bad Bart's gang, and Bad Bart himself, were relaxed
to the point of being unaware of the ambush.  The Sheriff herself strode
right through the front door, two six guns at the ready.  Driscoe and
Handler came in the back.  Newman had slipped in an upper window and with
his rifle ready, from the upper walkway, he could aim and fire at any of
them.  The timing had been perfect.  Only one of the bad men tried to act,
but a single bullet from the Sheriff ended his threat permanently.  With
cold hatred, Bart put his hands up.  "You've got us.  Maybe not so fair and
square, but you've got us."

   "Tell your men to put their guns on the floor, one at a time."

   "We'll do that.  I'll even drop mine first."

   "This was easier than I thought.  The two ladies from the stage will be
happy to see you marched through our door."

   "Them two pretty naked ladies?" Bart was slowly pulling his pistol from
it's holster, careful to use just two fingers on the end of the butt.  "I'm
just so sorry you weren't there yourself.  Lovely lady like you would have
been quite a sight."

   "Watch your damned mouth!," Driscoe shouted and this moment of
distraction was what the outlaws wanted.  The one closest to Driscoe had
the impetuous young deputy tackled.  It was chaos from there as guns were
fired and drawn.  Outlaws scattered and silver stars gave chase.  Bad Bart
himself, having his pistol in such a precarious grip, managed to drop his
gun, but he did crash out a window and was away.  Sheriff Stark herself
followed him right out and was racing behind him.  The fight behind them
was loud and lengthy, but in the end, only three of the outlaws remained
alive and those were secured.  Outside, the town was panicked at the sound
of all the gunfire.  This made for a difficult chase for the Sheriff who
couldn't risk a shot.  There were too many innocents she might hit.  Bart
proved faster than he looked, but not fast enough to be comfortable running
from a trigger happy silver star.  He rushed around a few corners until he
knew he was a few seconds out of Sheriff Stark's sight, then he ducked into
a building, a hardware supply.  "Sir?" This was all the clerk could say
before Bart knocked him into dreamland.  He stayed out of sight of the
windows as he made his way to the back.  Much to his regret, there was no
back door.  Cursing as quietly as he could, he rushed up some stairs, not
willing to risk running back outside.  He kept going past the second floor
and found a sliding trap door built into the ceiling for roof access.  The
same roof on which his former robbery victims were still naked.  Naked and
now trapped with a famous outlaw.  Bart was wonder struck.  "Not that I'm
complainin' mind ya, but what are you two doing up here?" "What are you
doing up here?" Harriet demanded desperately.

   "Hiding from the Sheriff."

   "Not hiding good enough though," Stark's voice sounded from below.  She
made her way up as Bart, unarmed and panicked, rushed to the two jaybirds
covering with their hands.  He had an arm around each one's waist when the
Sheriff climbed up.  She had her guns pointed at him, but he was covered by
his two hostages.

   For the first time during the day, the two helpless women were more
afraid of harm than immodesty.  "Let us go!" "Help, Sheriff!"

   "Don't do it," Bart said.  He backed to the edge of the roof, dragging
his sexy victims with him.  "I won't let you take me.  I'll drop off this
roof and take these two birds with me.  Maybe they'll even break my fall."

   Stark thought he was bluffing but she wasn't sure.  They were also only
two stories high, but a tall two stories and she didn't want to risk that
kind of harm to the innocent women.  "Let's talk, Bart."

   "No time.  Your deputies will find us if we stay up here long enough. 
Drop your guns.  Drop 'em I said!  Good.  Now kick 'em over." The tables
were turned.  Bart had the guns now.  He let Jane and Harriet go and had
the guns pointed at the three women as he urged them together by pointing
the barrels at them.  "All right.  Now do just what I say.  First things
first.  You two," he pointed at the stage coach women who were now on
either side of the Sheriff, "quit that coverin'.  It's not like I ain't
already seen what you got."

   "But - but - but" "Why?  dont--"

   The Sherriff told them sternly, "Don't do it.  He won't shoot if he
doesn't have to."

   "Well, if you're certain that the lady law dog is right, then protect
your modesty.  Otherwise," he cocked his pistol and suddenly the two lovely
ladies were full frontal naked for him.  Bart smiled, but he wasn't done
yet.  "I won't shoot, huh?  Well, you may have had a point concernin' these
ladies, but don't bet that for yourself."

   "What do you mean?," Sheriff Stark seemed concerned, though unafraid.

   "I mean, you kin git your clothes off now, tin star.  Go on."

   "Are you out of your mind?" "I'm a practical man.  You're right, I don't
want to shoot you, but I can't let you follow me either.  If I take your
clothes with me, then you won't be behind me too fast will ya?  Or if you'd
prefer, I could just make certain." He aimed a gun and the Sheriff could
see that he meant it.

   Furious at being threatened with her own weapons, she almost refused. 
It would have done no good though.  With slow precision, the beautiful lady
sheriff began unbuttoning her shirt.  Bad Bart's grin got wider as he told
her, "I can't wait for this." She stared at him coldly as her shirt hit the
floor.  In her black bra, her hooters were already obviously phenomenal. 
Her gun belt dropped next.  Then her pants were sliding down her incredible
legs.  Bart became so enamored with her spectacular physique, that the guns
drifted away from their target.  If she had only been close enough, the
Sheriff could probably have taken that chance to overpower him.  As it was,
she had to close her eyes and softly curse as she was reduced to her
matching, tight black panties.

   "What did ya stop for?  Go on, get it all off."

   "Bart--"

   "Uhn-uhn.  Get them underclothes off right now.  I ain't taking any
chances.  A nekkid sheriff cain't do much, but a scantily clad one might.
Now get undressed.  All the way."

   Sheriff Stark's eyes raged.  A deep breath preceded the cold motions of
her arms reaching behind her to undo her bra.  Bart started chuckling once
he saw it start to come down.  Her breasts were spectacular.  Held high by
her athletic physique, they were large, not massive or huge, just large,
with dark, somewhat brownish pink, broad nipples.  Given his stunned
expression, it was clear that Bart approved.  Again, the Sheriff just
wished that he was a few feet closer.  The sight of her tits had the badman
off balance.  She was more angry than embarrassed, but still, the lovely
law lady instinctively put her arms across her chest.  "Nope," Bart said,
"you've got to let me look.  This is the most hospitable your town has
been. You don't want me to tell people to stay away do ya?" Her demeanor,
though cowed into silence, also revealed a deep sense of pride as she put
her arms down.  With her fists on her hips, she stood in a challenging pose
as if daring him to keep staring, which of course, he did.  Bart gave a
look at her tits, then at the pistols, her pistols, in his hands.  "Nice
guns.  Now get that last bit down." For a moment he thought she might lunge
at him, so he had to aim a gun at her to keep her in place.  "Come on, come
on, quit stallin'!  Get them panties off!" She shuddered with vindictive
hatred that she couldn't vent.  Then, after a moment of self fortification,
the beautiful blonde sheriff slid her black panties down her long, toned
legs.  When she stood up she had her hand over her muff.  She saw him
gesture, but she demanded, "You don't have to see that." He was about to
contradict her, but she became forcefully belligerant, "Shoot me!  I dare
you!"

   Bart knew he would hate himself forever for letting this go, but he
truly thought that she wouldn't give in.  Besides, as much as he was now
desperate to see all of her, he knew that eventually, her deputies would
find him if he didn't get a move on.  "All right then.  Step away from the
clothes.  That's right." Keeping his distance from the trio of women, Bart
gathered up the garments and headed downstairs.

   Bart was moving fast to return to his plan while up on the roof of the
hardware building, three naked women fumed at the confinement imposed on
them by their modesty.  After several minutes, Sheriff Stark finally doffed
her hat and used it to shield her breasts.  Jane and Harriet both felt
suddenly foolish that neither of them had used their hats for cover.  The
Sheriff, after a few hard breaths, determined a course of action.  "To hell
with this!  I'm going after Bart even if I have to do it naked!"

   "Are you crazy?" Jane said, untying the ribbon that held her hat on,
"How are you going to find him while bouncing around naked and if you do,
how will you catch him?  He has your guns." "Damn.  You're probably right.
All right then, I'll have to get someone's attention in the street and have
them bring one of my boys with some spare clothes.  This is time I can't
spare though." At that moment though, a very lucky boy looked over the edge
of the roof.  He whispered to his friend, "Tim!  There's three of 'em up
here now!"

   "Three?  How?"

   "How should I know?  I think one's the Sheriff though."

   "Well get up there!  I gotta see this!" So they clambered from their
ladder over the edge quietly.  Not having been noticed yet, they stared at
the three bared bodies.  Then, out of the corner of her eye, the Sheriff
noticed them and turned toward them.  In that moment of surprise, she
hadn't covered up, so Billy and Tim got a brief, but thoroughly enjoyable
glimpse of full frontal nudity from her.  She screamed slightly, bringing
the attention of the other two ladies to the two oglers.  Jane and Harriet
were both beautiful, but the Sheriff's sex appeal was the subject of many a
low voiced conversation in town.  And now they were seeing her bare blonde
muff and her unbelievable, incredible, spectacular boobs.  The wide eyes
and broad grins brought the Sheriff halfway to her senses.  She clutched
her hat over her tits.  Two pairs of eyes moved simultaneously to her
beaver.  Her hat followed that stare, concealing her blondie, but leaving
her boobs again uncovered.  Of course the young eyes shot back up to take
that sight in again.  Leaving her hat over her lower body, Sheriff Stark
threw her other arm across her chest and demanded, "How did you get up
here?"

   "Ladder," Billy said, pointing over his shoulder with his thumb, not
even blinking as he unashamedly stared at her.

   Tim suddenly remembered that though every man who saw her dreamed of
her, every man was also afraid of her.  He couldn't take his eyes off of
that body, but as a peace offering he explained, "W-we brought some
clothes."

   "Our clothes!," Harriet said happily.  "I wasn't sure you'd really come
back!"

   Tragically there were now three nudes and only two dresses available. 
The Sheriff stomped forward, her sense of purpose overcoming the indignity
of her situation, "Give me one of those.  And turn around!"

   Glumly, the boys did turn and the Sheriff snatched up a dress.  "Hey
wait!" Harriet complained, "They were bringing those for us!"

   "I've got to catch Bart." She started putting on a dress despite Jane
and Harriet's disappointed faces.  She asked, "Where'd you get these from
anyway?"

   Not quite daring to glance over his shoulder Billy admitted, "We stole
'em from Mrs.  Frugleby's wash line."

   "Good job," the Sheriff said before she could stop herself.  She had
just complimented them for theft but what the hell, it helped her out of an
impossible situation.  Her only problem now was that Mrs.  Frugleby was a
rather rotund woman and the dress didn't fit.  She could wear it but it was
far too loose.  "I've got to get my men and get after Bad Bart.  Boys, go
get another dress for these ladies." She rushed down stairs as fast as the
oversized dress would allow.  She found Wally, the store owner, trying to
shake off the unconsciousness from Bart's blow.  He looked up just as she
got to him.  "Are you all right?" her last step landed on the hem of that
dress and pulled it down.  Just like that her tits were out where lucky
Wally could see them.  That took his mind completely from the fog and pain.
"I'm fine!" The Sheriff, with a scowl, adjusted her dress to cover back up.
"Good!  There's two naked women on your store roof.  Help them get to my
office."

   "Huhn?  How did two naked women get on my roof?"

   She didn't answer, she just left him standing there, as she trotted
away. She already had it figured out.  Bad Bart was known more for boldness
than brains, but he always had a plan.  He must have wanted the stage with
the Coleman messenger service payroll on it.  More money than he would see
from four typical robberies combined.  He wasn't giving up on it.  That was
why he had come to town.  He knew the stage couldn't have been early, so he
planned on holding it up after it came through town and he could follow it.
He couldn't do that alone though.  She knew that right now he was getting
together as many of his men as had escaped her deputies.  Unless...  "Oh
no! I've got to get to the jail!"

   While Sheriff Stark was rushing to prevent a possible jail break, Jane
and Harriet were on the roof, struggling over the remaining dress.  Jane's
meek, submissive personality seemingly vanished when the need to protect
her body from strange eyes was threatened.  Harriet had assumed, that just
by taking up the other dress that Jane would quietly acquiesce.  It didn't
happen that way.  Before Harriet could even start donning it, Jane had
grabbed the dress.  "Hey!  Give me that!"

   "What?  No!  I'll bring you one!  Give it to me!"

   The two ordinarily very dignified women started an unladlylike tug of
war.  Neither was about to give up her chance at freedom from the roof so
what started as a bit of pulling and arguing became a real contest until
RRRIIIPPP!!!  The dress was suddenly rendered into two pieces.  Both of the
women fell backwards, stunned at their new misfortune.  Getting to her
feet, brandishing half of a dress, Harriet shouted, "Look what you did!"

   "What I did!  You were fighting over it as hard as I was!" Jane didn't
want to argue though.  She wanted to address their new problem.  "How are
we going to get down?  Are those two guys coming back with another dress?"

   "How do I know?"

   At that moment, the women were surprised at the sound of a third voice,
Wally had come up to check on the Sheriff's statement.  He was pleasantly
surprised, if terribly confused, at the fact that it was true.  Two pretty
and very naked women were stranded on top of his store.  "Howdy ladies!"

   When they saw him, the women both screamed and clutched their dress
fragments over themselves.  It was too late really.  Wally had already
gotten a good eye full of them both.  "Who are you?"

   "Well, this is my store you're standing on, so I'll ask you."

   "Can," Jane pleaded, "can you help us?"

   "Well I tell ya," Wally said with a devious grin, "I'm pretty busy
during business hours, but I can get ya somethin' to wear after I close up.
And I'll check on ya every so often just to be sure you're all right."

   "You're joking," Harriet said coldly.  "See ya after a little while
ladies," Wally said.  He would come to regret this decision very deeply
once the Sheriff heard of it, but that didn't help Harriet and Jane at that
moment.

   "This is terrible," Jane moaned, "we're stuck here!"

   "The hell we are!  Those two other good for nothings left that ladder on
the side of the building.  I'm not waiting for this cretin to let us down."
So Harriet made her way back down to ground level with Jane following
uncertainly.  On the ground again, they clutched their garment fragments
over their fronts, both wishing that they had more.  As it was, their
lovely buns were left uncovered and if they encountered anyone, it would be
bare ass embarrassing.  They crept along quietly, then peered around the
corners of the alley to make sure they could proceed without being spotted.
The street was empty.

   "Which way do we go?," Jane whispered urgently.

   "I don't know!" Both of them had become so flustered by their
circumstance that neither knew exactly where they were or which way they
should head.  Harriet made up her mind, "Let's get across quick to the
alley on the other side."

   "Good idea." The spaces between the buildings were not straight and they
all seemed to full of boxes or stacks of ropes or other convenient pieces
of cover to hide behind if necessary.  The two lovelies glanced both ways
then dashed across the street and in between the buildings on the other
side.  They almost went unnoticed.  Greeley, one of the more harmless town
hobos had spotted the two bare behinds through the window of the saloon he
was in.  He didn't feel near drunk enough to imagined it, so he paid for
his drink and quietly sauntered off in pursuit of another peek.

   Jane and Harriet crept between the buildings cautiously, enjoying the
fact that this alley went on a ways.  They didn't realize that at some
distance behind them was Greeley, already enamored with their beautiful
buns.  They also weren't aware of Jimmy, one of the young grocery clerks
that had been carrying new stock into the store through the back.  He was
more than a little stunned to see the two nearly nude ladies wandering by.
He almost missed them, the door being part closed.  Out of the corner of
his eye he thought he saw what he did in fact see and he went out fast to
check.  There were two lovely bare asses cowering behind this thing and
that as they made their way slowly along.  Greeley was further back, so he
saw that there was now another male who had joined in quietly stalking the
naked women.  He had to stifle a few chuckles at how easy it was for the
both of them to stay on the trail of the darling derrieres.

   The girls continued on, fast across a small street and then into an
alley.  They weren't certain what they were looking for beyond the vague
idea of shelter from public view.  They were so intent on moving along
without being see that there may in fact have been a few convenient doors
that they slinked past without knowing it.  They were also so busy looking
ahead that neither of them looked behind at Jimmy or Greeley or the rest.
Their group of silent admirers grew one by one until they were being
followed by six men.  The last of those six was more audacious than the
rest and he passed his fellows and got close until, at the end of an alley,
just as the girls were about to make another quick run, he cleared his
throat.

   Jane and Harriet spun around and their mouths opened wide at the horror
and shock of being discovered.  Besides the man right in front of them,
there were five more catching up quick now.  Jane bawled to her companion
in discomfort, "What do we do now?"

   "Gentlemen," Harriet said, her voice shaky despite her resolve, "could
you perhaps assist us?  We need--" Her sentence was cut off by her shriek
as the man she addressed turned out to be no gentleman.  With surprising
speed, once he knew their attention was diverted by the other men building
up behind him, he snatched off the scraps they used for cover.  Both of the
women had been holding the cloth up at chest level so they both
instinctively covered their breasts before anyone got a look.  However, one
of the men noted with a wide eyed stare, "Look at those beavers!" The
ladies screamed again as their hands flew down to cover their lower
intimates.  All six pairs of male eyes moved up to stare now at the
uncovered tits.

   Jane and Harriet did the only thing they could.  Their misfortune only
got worse.  The streets were no longer quite so empty once the ladies had
to run out into them.  There weren't crowds, but there were more than
handful of people who were startled by the sight of the two sexy, uncovered
women rushing past in public.  The men who had followed continued, giving a
noisy chase.  They had no real dangerous intentions, but they refused to
lose sight of the bare bodies.  That group of smiling men grew even a
little bit more when men noted what was being chased.

   "We have to get inside!" Jane shouted desperately.

   She followed Harriet's lead, but Harriet was just as confused as she
was. "In here," Harriet said as she flew through a pair of swinging doors
right into a saloon.

   "What the hell are you thinking?" Jane demanded as she followed
(bouncing beautifully) through the den of amazed men.  Not more than a few
seconds after, a small group of men burst through after them and of course,
the mass of men tripled.  Jane and Harriet were out the back door quickly
and running between buildings.

   The advantage of desperation and nimbler feet than most of their
pursuers gave the two women a gradually expanding lead.  They turned around
a corner and raced on through a street.  Eventually they had the mob
outpaced but they had to find some place to hide.  This time they were a
bit more choosy and they made damn certain that no one was watching as they
crept into a large barn.  They were relieved beyond words when the heard
their followers rush by without stopping.  While Jane and Harriet had their
troubles, the Sheriff had run as quickly as she could to her jailhouse. 
When she got there, she pounded on the door frantically.  She had to shout
so that Driscoe on the other side could hear and know it was her.  As he
opened it, he was already talking fast, "Sheriff!  Bad Bart was here!"

   "Damn!  I was afraid of that!" She stepped in, catching the hem of her
oversized dress.  That brought the top of it down, baring her breasts to
her deputy.

   "Whoa!" He tried to get his eyes to close, but he couldn't.  The Sheriff
pulled her dress back in place, blushing and angry.  Driscoe would be
eternally grateful for that glimpse but he had to know, "What are you
wearing?"

   "I had to get different clothes when Bart made me get naked."

   "Bart made you get naked?" He sounded angry, and he was, but he was also
regretting that he hadn't been there for that.  "Well, he came here.  He
got inside somehow and clunked me on the head.  Took his men we arrested
and cleared out our rifle and pistol stock."

   "Only the one in this front office.  The store we got in back will still
be there."

   "How do you know?"

   "Bart's not too smart.  If he were, he would have locked you in a cell."
Despite her assertion, she wasn't so sure.  Bart's trick of stranding her
by taking her clothes had also given him the key he needed to get in and
rescue his band of outlaws.  Luckily enough, though, the other weapons were
there so she and Driscoe were armed and ready to go hunting the bad guys.
The Sheriff did get so focused on the guns she was loading that she forgot
to mind her dress though.  The fortunate deputy got another real good look
at her gems when her top fell back down.  To cover her embarrassment, she
asked, "Where's Newman and Handler?"

   "They went looking for you when you didn't come back.  They ain't been
back yet."

   "We're on our own then.  Do you have any idea where they were headed?"

   "They didn't say anything.  How'd you know they'd come here?"

   "It was a guess, but now I know I'm right.  Bart and his boys are still
planning on robbing the stage with the payroll on it.  That means they'll
need horses.  Of course they'd need to get horses anyway to get out of
town. Here's what we'll do.  I assume you took their horses to the our
corral when you arrested them?"

   "Yeah."

   "Well if they figure that out, then they'll go there.  That's where
you're going.  Don't do anything alone.  If they're there, then keep an eye
on them and I'll be over as soon as I can with the other deputies.  I'll go
to Old Gus's stable and see if they're tryin' to rustle some new horses
instead.  Whichever one of us spots them keeps an eye on them and leaves a
trail for the other to follow.  Get the other deputies and come a runnin'
if the gang isn't there."

   "Sure thing Sheriff.  Good luck." "You too," she said and her first step
drew her dress down again giving the lucky lawman one last look at her
spectacular tits with their stand up, point ahead nipples.  In spite of her
normally unflinching personality, the good sheriff was blushing a bit now
as she ran down the streets in her oversized dress, holding it up to avoid
any further breast barings.  She arrived at Old Gus's stables and carefully
looked around as inconspicuously as she could in the red tent of a dress
she was wearing.  She saw nothing out of the ordinary so she went in and
asked Gus himself if he had seen anyone suspicious.  "Nope, Sheriff, cain't
say as I has.  Who should I look out fer?"

   She described them all, carefully keeping the top of her dress up. 
Then, "I'm going to look around the area."

   "Hope you catch 'em, Sheriff."

   As it turned out, she was a lot closer to Bad Bart and his men than she
suspected.  Creeping around nearby buildings, she caught the sound of a
small argument from inside a barn.  Listening close she could hear Bad
Bart's voice, "Keep it down, Rodney!  We don't want to be found!  And just
listen, I know we had a close call, but if we can get out of town, we'll
have all kinds of country to hide in.  Country we know well.  One day,
maybe two, out there and we can ambush the stage we've been waiting for. 
Now how wants to miss that opportunity?"

   To herself, the Sheriff whispered, "I've got you now, Bart."

   "Who has who?" a gruff voice said behind her.  The question was
punctuated by the click of a pistol.

   "Aw, hell." She felt entirely foolish.  How could she not expect a
lookout somewhere outside the barn watching for the law?  In her mind, she
blamed it on the distraction of the dress.  Speaking of which, it slid down
almost enough to reveal her nipples.  She reflexively caught it but then
regretted it, realizing that the surprise might have given her the moment
she needed to disarm the outlaw.  As it was, she was marched, arms up into
the barn.  The Sheriff looked around to see that Bart's gang was all here.

   "Well well," Bart said with genuine admiration, "you're got quite a
talent for law enforcement.  How'd you find us?"

   "I just followed your stink."

   Her insult only inspired laughter.  Two of Bart's henchmen had her
covered while the thug that had caught her removed her gun belt.  She
glared but only for a moment.  He had noticed the decollotage eariler and
took advantage of the situation.  With a quick yank, the top of the
Sheriff's dress was down again, giving a room full of outlaws a look at her
wonderful tits.  A chorus of approval sounded as she threw her hands over
her chest.  As she struggled to get it back in place without uncovering she
vowed not to show any embarrassment.  She couldn't help it though.  Tough
as she was, the pink blush on her cheeks just made her worried expression
adorable.

   "No need to be that way," Bart said.  "It's not like I ain't seen em
already."

   "Ya have?" a couple of his men said flabbergasted.

   "Had to keep her from following when she caught up to me before.  Don't
know where she got that dress.  Did you have to show your goods to the town
when you got down?"

   "No, the dress came to me." She felt defiant again even though the blush
didn't fade completely.  "Nice trick.  Can you do it again?"

   "Don't you dare!"

   "Now, Sheriff, I can't have you runnin' off to get your deputies.  It's
either shoot you or strip you.  Now hold still." Bart got behind her as his
fellow bad men stared greedily.  He slipped her dress down her shoulders,
then started peeling it down her arms.  Again her breasts were bared.  She
wanted to cover up, but she knew that resistance might mean a bullet so she
stood straight backed for them all to ogle.  Before her dress fell any
further though, Bart's hands wandered back up and found her inviting
bazooms.  The Sheriff managed not to gasp, though she flinched as his hands
cupped her.  Her rage twisted her pretty face as he gave her a couple good
squeezes.  "I never felt no law lady tits before.  I can't tell you how
glad I am that it's you that's after us." He finished dropping her dress
after that.  She held her hands in place to protect her muff but apart from
that, her enemies were now seeing all of her naked flesh.

   She heard the tearing of the dress and glanced at Bart to see him
ripping at it.  "What are you doing?"

   "Well, I've got no rope but I got to have you tied up."

   "What?!"

   He didn't answer her.  "Skinny, you're the best at rope work.  Tie the
tin star up and gag her."

   "With pleasure!" The goofy and narrow bodied outlaw was happier than he
had ever been at being the best knot man in the outfit.  Behind her, Skinny
couldn't keep the smile from his voice as he warned her, "Now you just hold
still.  Open your mouth."

   "You'll never get away with this Bart!"

   "Well I'll never get away with it if I let you run free, now will I? 
You been told, open your mouth."

   She did as she was ordered.  Skinny gagged her expertly, then told her,
"Hands behind your back."

   "Hmm!!  N wy!!" She was still trying to protect a little of her modesty.
Tits they had all been staring at but they hadn't seen the full front of
her yet.  Bart helped Skinny get her hands back though and, though she made
muffled shouts of protest, she allowed her hands to be moved.

   In front of her the other bad men all stared and grinned.  "Look at that
muff!" "She's a real blonde all right." "Who'd a thought the law could ever
look so good?"

   "Fk yu!  Yu bstrds!  Lmme go!" She continued to curse and demand but it
did no good.  In spite of herself, she kept looking from one face to
another feeling more and more embarrassed at the stares that roamed over
her body.  Once her hands were bound, Skinny reached around and copped a
long, grabby two handed feel of her spectacular boobs.

   "Hurry it up," Bart said, though he chuckled instead of sounding stern,
"we don't got a lot of time.  Tie her ankles and let's get some horses." At
Bart's urging, Skinny did give up on his fun.  He had her sit down in the
straw, helping her down almost in an almost gentlemanly way as she glared
at him.  His eyes took in the close up sight of her blonde beaver for a few
seconds before he slipped her boots off.  In only a little time, she was
trussed up completely.  Lying there, naked and tied, she fumed and raged as
the outlaws took their last few moments of staring at the helpless law
lady.

   As soon as they were outside, she started screaming with all her might,
hoping, in spite of her nudity, to be discovered before Bart and his gang
could get away.  As fate would have it, or rather as a lazy writer who
makes overt use of coincidence as a writing tool would have it, this barn
happened to be the very same one that Jane and Harriet had hidden in when
they made their naked run through the streets.  They had been hiding even
before Bart and his men entered, cowering behind a large stack of hay
bales. The frightened, naked women waited until they were certain that the
only person they heard was the raging and struggling lady sheriff. 
"Sheriff Stark?," Jane ventured carefully as she got close.  "Shh.  Be
quiet.  We'll untie you."

   In less time than it takes to tell, the Sheriff was unbound and
ungagged. "What are you two doing here?  And still naked!"

   "Why are you naked again?," Harriet asked sarcastically.  She knew of
course.  They had listened closely to everything Bart and his men had said.
She just didn't like the surprise coming from another woman in a similar
predicament.

   "Never mind!," Jane said.  "Bart and his gang were talking before you
got here.  They said they were going through Snake Eyes Gulch to Tanglebrer
woods or something."

   "Damn!  If they get to Tanglebrer then we'll never find them!" Now the
Sheriff was rushed.  "I've got to get my deputies.  Oh hell!  I've got to
run out there without clothes.  Damn!  And there's nothing I can even
borrow from you two!  I'll send someone with dresses for the two of you
though.  Just hold tight.  And thanks!" The Sheriff's long, strong legs
raced the moment she was outside again.  She still had her hat and that was
now used as muff cover as she rushed to the stables.  Old Gus was there,
mad as hell at the horses that had just been stolen at gunpoint.  Then he
saw the Sheriff, in all her gloriousness, nothing but boots and a
conveniently placed hat.  With his eyes still wide, he glanced at the label
on his whiskey bottle so that he would remember what it was gave him a
vision like that.

   She shouted, "Gus!  Was Bad Bart here?"

   "Izzat who that was?  Sumbitch stoled six of the horses.  What am I
gonna tell the owners?"

   "Well I need one right away.  You'll get it back.  And the rest once
I've caught up with Bart."

   "You're, ah, chasing him like that are ya?"

   The moment caught up with her and the adrenaline couldn't keep her from
a grimace and shiver.  "Could you look away please?"

   "No, don't think I could.  Sorry 'bout that, but..."

   "Oh, never mind, just get me a horse!"

   Gus hurried as fast as his alcohol addled brain would allow while the
Sheriff glanced around.  Not many people were nearby but a couple of lucky
men had gotten a sight they would remember forever.  Once she had her
horse, she got in the saddle and took off, riding naked through the streets
in the direction that her deputies would be coming.  It wasn't long before
she found them.  A gorgeous naked woman riding fast gets attention quick.
In fact, much to the Sheriff's chagrin, she had been the attention of many
a startled man along the way.

   "Sheriff!" That was all Deputy Driscoe could say.

   "I caught up with Bad Bart, but they got the drop on me.  They've stolen
some horses and they're on their way to Sidewinder Gulch right now.  We've
got to stop them before they reach Tanglebrer or we might not find them at
all.  That place -- Newman!  I'm up here!  -- that place is a maze.  Give
me a gun." As soon as she had it in her hand, she was riding, her three
deputies behind her.  She was an amazing sight in her hat and boots alone,
riding fast, gun in hand, bare breasts bouncing.

   It would turn out well.  Bart and his men knew the rough lands better
than anyone around, but in between, the roads used by honest travelers,
even Sidewinder Gulch, were the domain of the law.  Riding fast and hard,
it took little time for the Sheriff and her men to overtake Bart and his
outlaws.  To say that they were stunned at the sight of the bare beauty
riding at them would be putting it mildly.  Their surprise allowed the
Sheriff to fire a full three rounds before they had their wits.  One was
dead, another injured and a third disarmed by the kind of shooting that can
only happen in the heat of battle.  If the truth is told, the Sheriff was
so eager to get it over with and get back into some clothes that it gave
her nearly superhuman aim.

   That opening salvo, short as it was, took the fight out of the gang and
in moments they surrendered to two of the deputies.  Bad Bart himself rode
fast and hard to abandon them to a better future.  Stark and Driscoe were
able to catch up to him.  Bart had the Sheriff dead to rights for a brief
moment, but knowing that he would be removing a pair of spectacular tits
from the world, he hesitated when he shouldn't have.  Stark, in her
mortified anger, got close enough that even on horseback, she was able to
put her gun right to his head.  With a grimace, Bart loosened his grip on
his gun and it dangled from one finger.  Driscoe relieved him of that
sidearm.  Seeing that it was over, Bart decided to make the most of it by
taking in the sight of the impossibly attractive Sheriff.  "Y'know, I have
had worse days."

   His flippancy earned him a pistol butt to the head that knocked him
unconscious and off his horse.  With the action over, the deputies finally
had time to offer their leader a long coat to cover herself.  So it was
that she rode back, finding that word had spread about her naked ride
through town.  Once they were spotted returning, men poured out of doors
and were disappointed to see that they wouldn't see.  Bart and his gang
were sentenced and the Sheriff was granted fame through out the land.  Thus
began the legend of the naked Sheriff.