nighty down and rolled over onto her side, cupping both hands under her head. Molly almost laughed as she thought to herself, “ Well, my mother sure didn't know Willy. It really didn't hurt, his hard member really wasn't very big and he sure wasn't wanting to have sex all night long like you said he would.” Molly did in fact, laugh, very quietly to herself. “ What a joke this was. Maybe the joke's on me.” was Molly's last thought before she fell into sleep.
That was six years ago. She and her husband Willy never had sexual intercourse again.
2. Molly's Dilema
None of the town’s folk or the places where Molly and Willy had done business, took her seriously anymore. What was she going to do?
The fact that she had not loved her husband at least made his death that much easier to deal with.
"However," thought Molly, "If I ever get hooked up with another man, things were going to be a lot different the second time."
She wanted a real relationship this time, with a man she could actually love. "How was that going to happen, " she thought again "Soon, I'll be out of a home and have nothing at all, unless I can snare a man who would help her out of this dam mess."
Men in this part of Texas were often of the mind that they could take what they wanted. When a man passed on and left his woman alone, she was fair game. This was not something Molly looked forward to dealing with, so quick action was needed on her part.
She needed to get the word out that a good man, a hard worker was needed, and that he was to report to her farm in Fort Davis as soon as possible. Getting that word out was best done by, a newspaper add that would go out to the whole country. If she placed the add just before the paper went out, Molly might get some action fairly quick.
If she was lucky, that would be the case. This was an urgent problem that she would not be able to control for long. There were the men who would come only to woo her and not to work. It was no secret. Most local men wanted her ranch. They were out to get it, one way or another. Molly had a few friends in town and was told that some of the big ranchers planned to just let the ranch go broke and then would divide it up, amongst themselves. The cattle buyers wouldn't want to offer a fair deal to a woman when their biggest customers said not to.
Not one of those lazy, good for nothing sorts, was worth a dam. Like the one that had approached her with an offer to work.
Another had been bold enough to come to her on the day of her husband's funeral.
“Mrs. Cassidy, I know you need help now that your husband is gone. I’ll be more than glad to fill the bill. That's a real nice ranch you got. I sure would like to work for a woman like you.” The man had long, greasy hair, a big nose, and several teeth missing. “Not a chance.” Thought Molly to herself. She felt like smashing out another tooth.
“No, that’s okay, I’m going to spend a bit more time before I make any decisions about my life.” She had said, even though that was not the case.
Love was not something that her husband William Cassidy had shared with her. Their relationship had been arranged by their families from the age of nine, for both of them. It had been some sort of bet that her father had lost playing cards. William's father had won her hand in marriage for his son. The fact that at the age of nine, his parents already knew that William would never be able to find a woman on his own should say quite enough.
In this wild part of Texas, women didn’t have a say about much of anything. Certainly not when it came to what father’s decided first, and after fathers, came the husbands. If a woman was unlucky enough to have brothers, she would have to answer to them as well. A free thinking woman in these times, was one that