@barrydomjeans thanks for the request xx
Maria stomped her way across the road, the soft mud squelching under-boot. Micah was sat idly on the steps of the gunshop, digging around in his ear unashamedly. When Maria approached, she paused for a moment, and walked over to the horse that was hitched nearby. The moustachioed outlaw watched in horror as she carefully pressed her left boot into the pile of fresh horseshit behind the horse. She then turned back to Micah and walked over, almost limping as she tried to keep as much shit and mud on the sole of her boot. Now just next to the dumbfounded Micah, she nimbly kicked her foot up on the banister, letting the boot hang over the side. A clump of something that was several shades of brown slipped off the sole and splattered on the step next to Micah’s own dirty boot.
“Kiss it, scumbag,” Maria commanded, and Micah awkwardly shuffled on his flat behind. Then he sat up straighter and leaned towards the boot. Inches away, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, absorbing the sour smell. His thin, puckered lips sank into the mud and shit until they met the hard sole of Maria’s boot. Then he pulled away, the mess on his moustache looking like he’d just finished a thick chocolate milkshake.
















