Samuel is an outlaw; Claire just wants to be free from her hell. What will happen when their paths meet?
She started to tie her dress back up from the front. Claire could feel her skin crawling as she heard her client zip up his pants. She tried to put on a satisfied face and tone of voice but she felt anything but.
Her client threw his money on the bed with some tip money and he left the room without a word. Claire turned to the far side dresser were a porcelain white bowl was sitting and started wiping her face in the cool clean water. She let loose her black hair from her bun. Her hair fell all the way to her back as she felt her face grow hot. she gathered her hand made shawl and loose cigarettes and stormed out the room.
She was glad to not have any more clients for the night. No amount of money could get rid of the sickening feeling that she always felt after a client.
Claire made her way past the other girls to make it to the saloons high balcony. She wrapped her shawl tight to her body as the cold air seep to her skin.
She shakily lit her cigarette and took a long drag as she looked out into the darkened town. The only visible light into the town was the glowing stars and the shining moon over the horizon. Just as she blew out a puff of smoke, a solid figure came up from behind her.
“May I grab a smoke with you ma’am?” Samuel asked as he stepped closer on to the balcony. Claire fully turned herself around to face the stranger that she met earlier in the evening. Without a response, Claire took out her cigarette pack and hand one of the sticks and lit a small match to Samuel.
She watched him as he took a long drag from his cigarette. He let out a thick fog from his lips as he leaned over the balcony rail. She could tell he had washed up a bit as his face was clean and his dark vest was off. His burgundy shirt was unbuttoned at the top as it exposed his bare chest. The light wind blew his jet black curly hair to the side as it did her long straight raven hair.
“Long night huh?” Samuel asked as he looked over at the young women that was clutching her shawl over her shivering body.
“Yes…long night” Claire quietly responded as she took another drag of her cigarette.
“You don’t look to happy there Mrs.” Samuel observed as he took a close look at her body language. She was taken aback by his statement. In her defense, she put on her best smile and sultry look.
“And how would you know if I’m not happy?” Claire asked as she tried to put on her best seductive walk and stare. Samuel just gave a small smile and spoke calmly and easily to her.
“You walked out of your room and stormed out here like you were ready to hurt someone”
Claire’s expression loosened. ‘Was he watching me?’ She thought to herself.
“Was try’na come out here for fresh air” Samuel stated.
“But you beat me to it…watched you walk out here in a huff” he said as he took another drag of his smoke.
“You don’t look to happy…” Just then Claire stopped her little “act” and she backed a few steps from the solid stranger.
No man has ever made such a statement to her. Let alone cared to even wonder what was wrong with her. His eyes were kind to her as she wrapped herself tightly in her sweater. He wasn’t trying to look at her in that way, Claire didn’t know what to make of that.
“You can call me Claire you know” She said as she gave him a small smile.
“Sorry, bad habit” He apologized as he kept his gaze on her. The look Samuel gave Claire was more of a humbled look then a sexual gawking at her body. This gave Claire such a butterfly in her stomach that she really liked the feeling.
“So why stay here?” Claire finally asked after a moment of comfortable silence. Samuel took another drag of his smoke before he finally decided to answer.
“I’m on the run”
It was a small and simple statement to start out with. But from it coming from his airy southern accent, it was a very powerful and ambitious statement to make.
“I was two towns away when me a few buddies decided to steal from a bank” he took one last drag and put the cigarette to the balcony floor and stomped on the bud.
” Unfortunately, none of the men I was with got out alive”
“I might have hurt some folks along the way…I’m a wanted man now, I got tired of running so I’m laying low until I can reach across the next state over”
Claire let his words sink into her mind. She’s met all sorts of criminals in her time of staying at the Inferno. But never had they looked anything like Samuel. His stance was firm but it didn’t resemble a killer or criminal to her.
“So, you robbed a bank and killed people” Claire said more like a statement then a question. That’s when Samuel looked at her and nodded his head. She slowly took a drag of her smoke.
“Well that doesn’t sound too complicated” She stated with a sort of grin. All Samuel could do is lean over the balcony with his hands and arms and look over at the horizon.
“I guess not” he smiled.
Claire watched as the light wind whipped his long hair to the side and all she could stare at was his profile. None of the men she’s been with have ever looked like Samuel or let alone sound like him. He had a proper southern drawl, that made it seem unusual but erotic in a sort of way. Just then an unfamiliar feeling came over her as she finished off her smoke. A feeling of comfortableness that she never felt with a man before, let an alone a man she met a few hours ago.
“I was upset” Claire stated. This statement brought Samuels full attention.
“This may sound complicated in itself but… I never feel right after a client” She didn’t dare look at him as she continued to speak.
“I never really fully look at my clients while everything is going on”
“I just close my eyes and pretend I’m somewhere else, never looking at them, but once it’s all done I just feel tense and miserable…never really satisfied.” What compelled Claire to state all this was beyond her. But Samuel never expressed any judgment but listened.
“Do they hurt you?” Samuel asked. His voice became softer if that was possible for him to do. Claire looked at him with a dazed expression.
“No…” Claire stammered as she tried to find her voice and make sense of him. ‘Does he actually care if I get hurt?‘ Claire asked herself as she looked deep into Samuel’s brown eyes. Samuel nodded his head, his deep and concerned expression never leaving his face.
“Sorry, I think I said to much” Claire stammered as she gathered herself. The realization hit her that she was expressing to much about herself then she needed.
“Have a nice night”
Before Samuel could say anything or even respond to her, she hurriedly left the balcony. Leaving behind nothing but her glowing presence and sweet aroma.