Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by Larry McMurtry, the staff writers of Lonesome Dove: The Outlaw Years (of whom I am not one), and by Rysher Entertainment. No money is being made and no copyright infringement is intended.
Posted by: Elspethdixon
Rating: PG
Pairing: None

Note: Missing scene for the second season episode �Badlands.�

Who would have guessed that Mister Fancy-vest would have had so much money in his saddlebags? Selena sat frozen, staring at the thick wad of cash she had unearthed. There must be two hundred dollars there, easily.

Two hundred dollars. If she had that kind of money, she could say good-bye to strange men on street corners, and there'd be no going back to emptying chamber pots and scrubbing floors, either. There was enough cash here to get her a stage ticket back to Denver, away from all of this dirt and mud. Enough for a hotel room, a new dress, food--hell, enough to live on for months.

She'd been looking for food, but her hunger faded in the face of this discovery. It wasn't fair, that this Mosby should have enough money to keep wads of cash stored in his saddle bags, while she was reduced to selling herself just to get enough money to eat.

The arrogant son-of-a-bitch probably stolen it, Selena decided. Taken it from some poor farmer or cattleman, or cheated some storekeeper out of his fees. That was how they all made their money, all those rich men. Honest people always ended up poor. Or dead, like her father.

Without ever making a conscious decision, she found herself snatching up the wad of money and shoving it inside her bodice�not even bothering to count it. If she took one of the horses, she could be halfway to this Curtis Wells before anybody woke up and missed her.

Selena had been hungry and desperate long enough; it was high time she got a little of her own back. There was, she decided, no time for it like the present.