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I will begin posting my next story 'The Duke and The Dirtwater Fox' a day early, tomorrow 9th Nov. I thought it had 18 chapters in total, I forgot the Epilogue. LOL.

This story is VERY LOOSELY based on The Duchess and The Dirtwater Fox a little known comedy western starring Goldie Hawn and George Segal. It marks a couple of firsts for me, my first western and my first more dominant (if hapless) Xander.

The story is complete and consists of 18 chapters and an Epilogue. One chapter will be posted daily until completed.


Title: The Duke And The Dirtwater Fox (A VERY LOOSE S/X adaptation of the movie The Duchess And The Dirtwater Fox)
Warnings: HAU, M/M sex, humour, mild violence, swearing, angst, OOC, vague mentions of het sex, prostitution, varying chapter lengths. UNBETA'D. A little use of movie dialogue and songs.
Rating: NC17 overall, various chapters PG-NC17
Pairing: 100% S/X (With vague reference to X/OC, S/OC pre meeting.)
Author: Naughty_Fae
Comments: Comment if you want to, though it would be nice to know someone is reading it.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, everything belongs to someone who is not me. I write for fun not profit.

AN 1: Although Sunnydale characters have been used they are NOT necessarily in their Sunnydale persona's.

Note 1: This is set in the West of the 1880's, and it is not meant to be historically accurate. It mentions both the Mormon and Jewish faiths. This is fiction, it is a comedy, no disrespect is meant to either faith.

Note 2: My heartfelt thanks go out to my dear friend Bmblbee, for holding my hand through the writing and posting process. *Hugs*

Note 3: This is a plot driven story. What sex there is happens in the natural course of the plot and as part of Spike and Xander's relationship.

Summary: Xander Harris is a young, charismatic cowboy making his way gambling, petty thieving, womanizing and occasionally rustling through life. When he 'accidentally' steals $40,000 from the hapless Rayne gang, he and his clumsy, near-sighted horse Black Jack are forced to go on the run. He ends up in San Francisco, where he meets the handsome Englishman Spike 'Duke' Quaid, whore, con artist, bar tender and Saloon entertainer and their lives will never be the same.

Chapter 1/18+ Epilogue

Rating: NC 17 Overall

'You can't hurry love'

Boulder Creek 1873 White Horse Saloon:

The saloon was busy and the air hung hot and thick with the smell of whisky, beer, sweat, leather, cigar smoke and vomit. A tinny piano played by the thin, moustached piano player tinkled in the corner, cowboys stood shoulder to shoulder at the bar and saloon girls in short skirts, low bodices, too much make up and torn stockings circulated plying their trade.

In the corner were the card tables.

Four cowboys and the dealer sat around one table, a few cowboys looked on with mild interest. "I'll raise you fifty." The cowboy took the bills from the small pile of money in front of him and tossed them into the center of the table. He was young and handsome, with dark hair and eyes, a red bandana hung round his neck and a brown, leather duster from his broad shoulders, his shirt was creamy white, and he wore tan leather chaps over his blue jeans. His black hat was pushed back on his head, and he chewed on an unlit cigar.

One of the players folded, the others matched his bet. "Alright gentlemen, how many cards?" The dealer asked. A burly unshaven cowboy to his left slapped down two cards. "Give me two," he drawled and the dealer doled out the cards. Xander glanced at his hand and chewed his cigar, he took one card and slapped it face down in front of the dealer. "Give me one." The dealer pushed a card to him. Xander took it and added it to his hand, fanning out then closing his cards. "Give me two." The thin cowboy to the dealer's right instructed and exchanged his cards. Xander looked at his hand again and glanced up at Mable stood between two cowboys at the bar, the pretty saloon girl winked and Xander shook his head slightly. He looked down at his hand, Ace of Spades, Ace of Hearts, King of Clubs, king of Hearts and Five of Diamonds, damn he was close. "Your bet Harris." The dealer reminded him. Xander grasped some bills from his pile. "Fifty dollars." He tossed the money on top of the growing pile in the center of the table and closed his cards. The burly cowboy grasped the remaining money in front of him and tossed it into the center. "Ok Harris, I'm in."

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