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Had this been an actual post, you would have been given instructions on the construction of a GB Wild West Story such as the one that follows:
The Supper Monkey (He says super, but WE know how it is really spelled), in his disguise of Seth Perumeony pushed through the swinging doors of of the Lucky Belle Saloon intent on finding the hombre known as the Saxony Kid. His hooded eyes roved slowly over the the rowdy crowd stopping at last on the owner, Black Rose. "She will know," he said to himself, "where I can find the Kid." As he push through the tables toward the bar, he thought back over the events of the last two weeks, and the stange story of how he came to be looking for the giant gunslinger. Just as he reached the rose and was about to ask after the Saxony Kid, The sheriff, Dave None, approached him from the side. "What are you doing back here Monkey and why are you wearing that silly outfit, anyway?" asked sheriff None. "I gotta find the Kid," Blurted Seth. At that moment the comely Rose turned and said, "Why the Kid left a half hour ago, he was meeting the Beekeeper at the cabin of Varmit, the hermit."
As Seth cleared the edge of town, his thoughts in a turmoil, he thought once again back over the events of the past two weeks. "Well," he thought to himself, "It really started 6 months ago when Frank Slocum came into town and opened the land company.
It has started with some of the small spreads, mostly settlers trying to farm in dry cattle country. One by one Slocum bought them out and they disappeared from the area. Just up and moved away with no word to anyone. Then Slocum started on the smaller ranchers. Most were resisting and there had started to be trouble. Seth rode past the end of the Rembrandt Ranch, a large wealthy ranch near town, and he came to the small trail that led to Varmits cabin. Ol' Varmit was a crusty coot, none to partial to most folks. Though he seldom left his cabin, he always seemed to know more than most about what was going on in the area, and who was behind it. Made sense that Beekeeper and The Kid were talking with Varmit. Seth began to wonder about exactly what the forces were swirling around him as he stared up the narrow trail to Varmit's cabin. He heard a horse shy on the trail ahead, a shot rang in the night, and Seth knew no more...
HeDog-I like how you spelled NUNN, N-O-N-E. It gives the character a certain Captain Nemo quality.
"The powers delegated by the proposed constitution to the federal governmentare few and defined, and will be exercised principally on external objects, as war, peace negotiation, and foreign commerce"
-James Madison
A deep rumble like thunder rolled and rolled somewhere beyond the edge of conciousness. After an endless time Seth began to realize that it was calling his name, and he opened his eyes.
"Well now, It's about time!" grumbled Varmit. "'bout thought you was gonna die from that little scratch, the way you carried on." Seth saw that he was in Varmit's cabin, on the floor before the fire. He saw Beekeeper and The Kid looking down at him. "I come here looking for ya, Kid," Blurted Seth, "But now I don't remember why." "That's alright kid, just rest now and we will talk more in the morning."
While Seth slept (with his tail curled in a tight ball), Varmit, Beekeeper and The Kid poured coffee and went to sit at the table. "This Slocum has to be the cause of all the trouble around here," asserted Beekeeper, "But I can't figure his angle." "Why buy up all the land if you are not mining, running cattle or selling land? It just doesn't make sense."
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Free men are not equal and equal men are not free
Edited by - aglore on 08/07/2002 20:05:35
SEMPER FI
"I'm from the government, and I'm here to help."
This better?
Dr.Evil
Remember...Terrorist are attacking Civilians; Not the Government. Protect Yourself!
Woods
forget it
The Supper Monkey (He says super, but WE know how it is really spelled), in his disguise of Seth Perumeony pushed through the swinging doors of of the Lucky Belle Saloon intent on finding the hombre known as the Saxony Kid. His hooded eyes roved slowly over the the rowdy crowd stopping at last on the owner, Black Rose. "She will know," he said to himself, "where I can find the Kid." As he push through the tables toward the bar, he thought back over the events of the last two weeks, and the stange story of how he came to be looking for the giant gunslinger. Just as he reached the rose and was about to ask after the Saxony Kid, The sheriff, Dave None, approached him from the side. "What are you doing back here Monkey and why are you wearing that silly outfit, anyway?" asked sheriff None. "I gotta find the Kid," Blurted Seth. At that moment the comely Rose turned and said, "Why the Kid left a half hour ago, he was meeting the Beekeeper at the cabin of Varmit, the hermit."
As Seth cleared the edge of town, his thoughts in a turmoil, he thought once again back over the events of the past two weeks. "Well," he thought to himself, "It really started 6 months ago when Frank Slocum came into town and opened the land company.
It has started with some of the small spreads, mostly settlers trying to farm in dry cattle country. One by one Slocum bought them out and they disappeared from the area. Just up and moved away with no word to anyone. Then Slocum started on the smaller ranchers. Most were resisting and there had started to be trouble. Seth rode past the end of the Rembrandt Ranch, a large wealthy ranch near town, and he came to the small trail that led to Varmits cabin. Ol' Varmit was a crusty coot, none to partial to most folks. Though he seldom left his cabin, he always seemed to know more than most about what was going on in the area, and who was behind it. Made sense that Beekeeper and The Kid were talking with Varmit. Seth began to wonder about exactly what the forces were swirling around him as he stared up the narrow trail to Varmit's cabin. He heard a horse shy on the trail ahead, a shot rang in the night, and Seth knew no more...
Edited by - He Dog on 07/28/2002 11:02:18
"The powers delegated by the proposed constitution to the federal governmentare few and defined, and will be exercised principally on external objects, as war, peace negotiation, and foreign commerce"
-James Madison
A deep rumble like thunder rolled and rolled somewhere beyond the edge of conciousness. After an endless time Seth began to realize that it was calling his name, and he opened his eyes.
"Well now, It's about time!" grumbled Varmit. "'bout thought you was gonna die from that little scratch, the way you carried on." Seth saw that he was in Varmit's cabin, on the floor before the fire. He saw Beekeeper and The Kid looking down at him. "I come here looking for ya, Kid," Blurted Seth, "But now I don't remember why." "That's alright kid, just rest now and we will talk more in the morning."
While Seth slept (with his tail curled in a tight ball), Varmit, Beekeeper and The Kid poured coffee and went to sit at the table. "This Slocum has to be the cause of all the trouble around here," asserted Beekeeper, "But I can't figure his angle." "Why buy up all the land if you are not mining, running cattle or selling land? It just doesn't make sense."
Edited by - He Dog on 07/28/2002 13:11:49