Midnight In Montgomery: Chapter Two
by
Sage Sweetwater
Friday, September 22, 2006
Rated "R" by the Author.
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traded her shotgun in for a parlor derringer, before the Brothel Inspector burned down the brothel, a crime of passion said to have infuriated her, an old rhyme from the Gold Rush days, "The miners came in forty-nine, the whores in fifty-one, they rolled upon the bar room floor and made the native son."
her whore was a farmer's daughter with no other way to make a living along the frontier, the railroad men hung their red brakeman's lanterns outside the door when engaged with her whore, the woman she fell in love with,
the Brothel Inspector, not so different from the Madam, made the job for herself to control the red light district, wore her Brothel Inspector badge for the Old West government collected her pay, she planned to burn the bordello to the ground one day, Midnight in Montgomery, she wrote out her resignation, put flame to her resignation letter, threw it in the wastebasket and tossed it into the side of the brothel with her whore lying naked in their bed, her soiled dove fled out the backdoor, stole a horse at the livery stable, put miles between the Brothel Inspector and the law,
in St. Joseph, Missouri, wanted dead or alive, the former Brothel Inspector steps down off her horse, the pawn shop bridle, saddle, and reins her whore pawned along the way led her to her crime of passion, her soiled dove inside a room above the Pony Express, her once beautiful face now scarred from the smallpox epidemic, which Sweetwater westernizes their lives, outlaw women's lives are as much social as they are sexual, characters with a nostalgic pull, parlors, rooms of harlots, a saloon to enjoy a drink and a sexual encounter...{Sage Sweetwater, firebrand}
Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist
Midnight in Montgomery Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater http://www.authorsden.com/visit/viewpoetry.asp?id=168865
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| Reviewed by Thomas Garrett |
9/25/2006 |
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You have got to get a movie deal for your work because it is so visual. It's almost an historic/erotic (histerotic?) version of Hong Kong cinema -- vivid, well-paced, colorful. Your words paint wonderful images.
Sonny G |
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| Reviewed by Ian Thorpe |
9/23/2006 |
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Nice mixing of wild west myth with the reality of brutal lives in a harsh environment.
I enjoyed making the movie in my head. |
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| Reviewed by CJ Heck |
9/22/2006 |
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This is powerful, Sage -- excellently written. I commend you -- the way you write, I felt as though I was there and living through this.
Again, very powerful stuff.
Hugs and respect,
CJ |
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| Reviewed by Susan de Vegter |
9/22/2006 |
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You describe this as though you were the voyuer a hundred years ago and you were, I'm sure that your spitit is just that strong and I'm glad you share it with us.
Susan |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
9/22/2006 |
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I have to agree with Jerry Sage. You are a brilliant person and a natural writer.
With Affection,
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
9/22/2006 |
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| You have got a good'n going here, with this second installment, very complimentary to the first one. You are a first-rate writer, Sage, you will probably reap some rewards ( I mean REAL rewards) someday and I hope I am around to see it when you do. You have the knack. the knack is not something you can learn, the knack is born in you. You, my friend have it. Mainstream? Hell no, but I still feel that someday, your name will be well known . . . globally! |
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