Firelands-The Beginning in SASS Wire Saloon Posted January 20, 2019 Lady Leigh 7-24-07 The only thing holding the glass in the window frame was probably the yellowish brown tobacco stains . . . at least that was what Bonnie McKenna thought. Clad in an equally stained corset and bloomers, Bonnie picked up a tattered cotton stocking and rubbed out a section of the grime to peer outside. She long ago quit praying for a life out there, but just look at that ski! It reminded her of the outside edges of Bachelor Buttons as they were on the tail end of its bloom cycle. The palest of blue laced with that silvery touch . . . “hmmmm” she breathed allowed. Just as she was turning away, she noticed the new “Talk of the Town” . . . Bonnie shuddered as she thought about what the men downstairs were saying about her. D. Wales had better watch her step! Most of the men were decent enough, but, a chill ran up both her arms as she recalled what Bert Graves said . . .