Lesbian Outlaws

By Leslie Laye

Betsy moved out west with her family so her father could find his fortune, but everything went to hell after her mother died. Her father started drinking, and Betsy has to keep their bar running single-handedly while her father stumbles around in a drunken stupor. She dreams of better things and better places, but she's trapped.

Until a roaming band of female outlaws comes into town. Their leader, the illustrious Amber the Hard-hearted is horrified at Betsy's living conditions and frees her and her sister from their father, sacks the town, and escapes. Betsy is eternally grateful for everything that Amber does for her, and knows how to show her gratitude.

This 6100 word story will keep you rootin' until the cows come home!

• Language: English
• Publisher: CharlotteNicoleChase
• Release date: Mar 17, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311242341

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Lesbian Outlaws

by Leslie Laye

A Thompson-Corner Publication

Copyright © 2015 by Leslie Laye

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the brief use of quotations in a book review

Author's note: All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older

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Betsy stared out over the prairie and sighed. The wind blew her hair out of her face, lifting the strands from her bright, sweating skin. The sun beat down on her, and she wiped at her forehead with a sleeve.

Hey, HEY.

She jolted out of her reverie and frowned.

What, papa? Betsy said coarsely and rolled her eyes.

You ain't sweeping that porch!

I am too!

You ain't!

Her father peaked out through the saloon doors and glared at her, glancing over her with a disgusted look on his face. Can't you work hard like your sister? Do I hafta slap some sense into your stupid goddamn head?

Betsy winced. Her shoulder still ached from the last time he decided to slap some sense into her, and he had the good grace to use a cooking pan.

No, papa, Betsy said. She fought the urge to stomp her feet and snarl at him, but she knew that would get her a beating quicker than anything.

Quit staring off into the distance. There ain't nothing out there. He gestured vaguely at the grass that spread out in front of them like an ocean.

Betsy had only seen the ocean a handful of times, before her parents had dragged her and her sister all the way out in the middle of nowhere.

"Get that