They say Widow Walker stormed down to drag her husband back from the riverboat dock where the gambling and carousing went on every Friday night. She pushed grown dockhands clear off the pier into the river, the silly ones that tried to stop her, the Pinkertons and roustabouts. Then she stared down the bullyboys guarding the entrance to the Golden Nugget riverboat, and them hardened hombres backed down whining like whipped dogs. The real trouble started when Widow Walker found her husband drinking with a different painted floozy on each knee. That’s the night Haunted Pier burned to the waterline.
Inspired by this week’s Friday Fictioneers prompt:
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Wow, if I had Window Walker for a wife I wouldn’t be straying… 🙂
If I had a dime for every typo…yeah, I don’t think he’ll be carousing again.
🙂
Ouch! Guess the husband found more action then what he prepared for.
Not the kind expected, either.
I’m sure she wasn’t “Widow” Walker when she went down to the riverboat pier but was when she came back. Nice tale.
Sorry, misread the name Window/Widow, but I’ll stick by what I said 😉
shhhh, embarrassing typo, no one saw it (right?)
Saw what? 😉
Well that’s how you earn titles of that nature…and substantial life insurance settlements?
That Widow Walker sounds like a character.
Or a force of nature. Don’t think you want to get on her bad side.
Nice story. Scary woman.
Aw, she’s just determined! Okay, and maybe just a little bit around the bend.
Love the voice! The dock sounds a fun place to be!
The husband enjoyed it. At first.
Hell hath no fury like a woman who finds “painted floozy” on her husband’s knees. LOL . Good one.
Two floozies! Does that make the “angry” double too?
LOL! She burned it down! I don’t blame her. 😀
“I’ll find a new place, burn this f**ker down.”–Pink. Probably in a similar mood.
Yes, I would agree. 😀 😀
If every wife get to turn into a Widow Walker once in a while, I bet men wouldn’t be drinking that much. Playful piece, thi one. 😀
Think so? I’m not sure the threat of dire consequences is what keeps guys honest. They either are, or are not.
Hmm… most of the times, they’re not. Ha! They also find a way to get around it. *sigh*
Dear Dave,
I think Widow Walker was justified.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Oh, me too. Massive overkill, though.
Maybe that’s the night widow Walker became a widow…
Almost certainly.
I was just about to say what Björn said… and if she already came with that name, the husband should have been warned…
It’s one thing to hang out with the boys on a Friday night, but have a floozy per knee? Just asking for trouble, I say!
She’s one scary wife. I can just imagine her advance to her goal, and the trail of damage in her wake. Great fun.
Do not make her angry…well told story!