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The last Cowboy Chronicle has showing two new gun carts....three wheelers...one with the guns pointed up, the other pointed down. Think it was on one of the last pages, lower right side I think.

I have a wooden gun cart. Looks like a small buck board wagon. I was thinking about putting my long guns downward as I have seen many other gun carts have them this way. So...can anyone tell me which way is correct ? Quite frankly, I don't like my face being swept by them always.

Been lookin' hard fer 10 gauge shell pates fer reloading' & 10 gauge brass shells. Any ideas.....

Both are purty good...just depends on what wood ya cook 'em on. Good wood makes good smoke makes good quail & kittens !

that "cowboy in question." the MARSHAL called those as misses, no "P".,& every one agreed. If a firearm jams, the shooter has called the number of shots left in the firearm as"MISSES". The firearm was discharged hitting the targets but not in the right order, thus the "P".

Could y'all help a poor ole wayward cowpoke out just a bit ? Could use a shot of Bulleit ta wet my whistle an wharsh da trail dust outa my throat...Guess not.. Well, need ta ask y'all ifin' y'all know whar I could find a place whar I kin git some tin types of brass tacks decorating' of rifle stocks. Like some kin of crosses & such. And some tin types of old & faded & scratches typed..y'all know da type, maybe. Much Obliged.

Yup, dat's da vey one I was lookin fer Marauder. Much Obliged.

Anybody know where to get the sass cards or where I can get them printed out?

My NEW pistol shoot low and to the left when shot from a bench. How do I adjust the front sight ? I know to raise where the bullet hits, I need a heavier bullet. Been a long time since a sighted one in, I can't remember....If I move the sight to the left, the bullet goes right or if I move the sight right, the bullet goes left.

One thawg fer shore Bob.....Ya won't have a CLEAN MATCH ......OR CLEAN ANYTHAWG !

General Longstreet and Patricia Stewart made their way through the brambles and thrones, across highways and parking lots, through famers fields and back yards to get back into Johnny Reb's camp, all the be met with a sentry who didn't recognize Longstreet nor Patricia. "Who the hell goes thar? What the hell y'all want ?" "General Longstreet and Patricia Stewart returning from a mission." General Longstreet said. " What's the code word ?" the sentry asked them. "Code word ? There's a code word !!" Longstreet was getting upset now, with her hands on her hips. "Shore nuff is...Changes ever day...taday's no differ. Ya don't know da damn code word , ya can't pass !" and the sentry leveled his enfield at her. Patricia spoke up...."My good sentry, the code word is "Goat cheese". The sentry spit tobacco juice into the fire and replied , "Ok then..YOU can pass....she can't !" And with that Longstreet let fly a haymaker to his jaw, sending him flying across his make shift camp and fire. Longstreet quickly grabbed his enfield musket, leveled it at him and said, "Now...well all march to Johnny Reb's tent....MOVE !" and off they went, not saying a word as they went. As they walked through the camp, all stopped what they where doing to salute, and still the General kept the rifle with bayonet leveled at the spine of the sentry. Onward toward Johnny Reb's tent they marched, with each salute, the chats rang out "Welcome Back!" and "YeeeHaaa !" Onward they marched until they reached the open flaps.... "Begging you're Pardon, Sir..." "Well By God.....General Longstreet ! You have returned along with Patricia....and you brought company, I see ?" Johnny Reb said. "Yes Sir, I have. By You're leave , I need to finish this...." pointing to the sentry he still held at rifle point. "ORDERLY.....ENTER, PLEASE !" "Yes Sir, General ?" In the meantime, the sentry had shallowed his chew, whole and is sweating hard. "Please place this man on report ! Dereliction of duty for starters. Unsecured weapon. Chewing tobacco while on watch. Cussing and investing codes words...foul language and bad smelling and anything else I can think of ! Now here....take his weapon and march him out of here and see he is has to buy it back !" "Yes Sir !" "Kinda tuff on the boy, don't you think ?" Patricia asked as she poured three drinks of Tennessee sour mash. "Not nearly as hard as I could be. Beg to report Sir ....." "Stand easy General....please, get out of that dress and back into you're uniform and make you're report. You look....attractive." Johnny Reb said, bushing. General Longstreet stood slowly, and walked slowly out of the room, realizing that , for once, her Commanding Officer saw her as a women too, although she maybe dead.....long dead. "Johnny .y Dear, I have made a discovery that you my need to know. It seems the enemy has a sizable force in it long the Missouri River in the town of Thebes. The good General wrote it all down on parchment and has it safe on her person that I am sure she will produce when she returns in uniform." General Longstreet returns in here full uniform, with a broad smile on her face, and Johnny Reb asks, .." General Longstreet....Is there something you wish to tell me ?" "Sir....the enemy has supplies for about 10 brigades and 20 batteries ! And the supplies and wagons to cover them all too. Mountain Howitzers , 20 pounders, Rifled Guns, and......I didn't see them personally but I did see the paperwork for them...." "General, please....what is "Them?" "Repeaters, Sir. The paper work said 10 shot Henrys to be exact." " Well now, this changes everything." Johnny Reb said. "If Sherman gets his damned hands on that shipment of Henry rifles, then we are doomed. But if we get them before he does on the other hand....." Colonel Lyon came to the command tent. "Sir...the supplies are ordered and the boats are "Acquired" for transport. All is a good and waiting orders...." "Colonel Lyons ...you're good work is duly noted, how ever, there has been a change due to that nature of war being fluid. Triple the order on all expect the boats...leave the supply boats the same...triple the order of gun boats , the heavier, the better. Also, see if you can get a bareing on General Stewart...I need him !" "Triple the boats, Sir ? Terrance has already gave us a problem before ..He must likely will not be willy to help us again, I fear." "Colonel Lyons, you just tell the good yankee that HE will help us , if not please explain to him what my BLACK SADDLE is and he may very well be the next inside if he refuses." "Very well Sir."

Colonel Lyons woke early ti the still dark morning, eat his breakfast in a hurry as he had much to do this day and in his mind, he was burning daylight that he could ill afford. With hot coffee steaming in his cup and country ham inside a fresh made buttermilk biscuit, he went out the door of the kitchen, which he thought to himself was saving him steps to the Quartermaster where he would put in his order for the food stuffs need to feed the massive army needed to root out Sherman's desentants. "Colonel Buckely...I see. What a pleasant surprise !" Colonel Lyons said while almost spilling his coffee on him. " Yes indeed Sir...and you made Colonel too ! By God I thought you & me would be the last one's to made it out of the Point...much less Colonels ! How you been ?!" "Very Good ! I'm assigned adjutant to Johnny Reb and am ordered to get things ready for an invasion of the North." "NO ! You're pulling my leg ! THE Johnny Reb ! How the hell do you manage to swing that assignment ?" "Can't remember, actually, but it kinda fall into my lap. But I'm not questioning it !" "Nor would I !" "Say Buckley...I have a ton to get done today and have lost a lot of time , so if you don't have anything to do for an hour or two, I'd be much obliged if you would do something for me ." "Well, seeing how you asked nice and all....ok. What is it ?" "Go down to the shipyards and talk to a Terrance Lanister. Tell him you need an armada of 500 boats....200 heavy gun boats, 300 steamers. Now, Terrance is a know Yankee lover, in fact he's married to one, so he may not give you want you requested. Be "tactful" with him, please." " It shall be done, Colonel, However....before you leave out ....you own me a drink !" Laughing, Colonel Lyons agreed, and went on his way to the QuarterMaster's office. When he arrived, the office was just coming to life, so he signed as he knew he hadn't wasted tp much time and entered to just unlocked door. "Greets Colonel ! Tis a fine Morning, it tis indeed." the office clerk readied his quill. "Now...what can I help you with today ?" "I want to order provisions to supply an army to march out and be moving constant, fighting constant, having livestock, wagons and soldiers as well. Here is the order signed by Johnny Reb, requesting the provisions and co signed by Vice Admiral Ranky. Everything is in order." "Hmm...15,000 men....2,500 horses, 5000 wagons, 10,000 mules, 15,000 muskets, 60 tons of shot, 50 tons of power & primers, 500 pounds of bacon, beans , flour, jerky, 200 pounds each salt, coffee, hard tack, sugar, feed for the horses. It's a very large order and it will take some time to get together. We'll let you know when you can pick it up." "The Vice Admiral said you have by the end of the week. " "That's impossible ! We can't even......" "You wish me to relay that to the Vice Admiral ?" "NO ! Of course not !" "End of the week then !" and out Colonel Lyons went, slamming the door behind him, grinning from ear to ear. Mean while at the boatyards, Colonel Buckley was having some trouble of his own........... "I see....and just how many of my boats will you be needing, Reb ?" "How many do you have just sitting idle, Terrance ?" "None ..for you ! Every one I have is making me money ! Now get the hell out of here !" "Come ...come now Terrance. Surely we can make a deal of some sort or another ?" Buckley pulled his wallet out and flashed a sizable amount of Confederate cash at Terrance. "GET THE HELL OUT....NOW !" and he pulled a knife on Buckley and that pulled Buckley over the edge ! Colonel Buckley pulled out his 44 and his Terrance across the bridge of his nose, breaking it.... "Now...You listen and listen well you little piece of crap...I'm taking EVERY BOAT YOU HAVE for the operation I'm involved with. IF I bring these boats back, you're be the lucky one.....if not." And with that Buckley cocks his 44 and puts the barrel against Terrance's forehead and waits....."Now if you have anything to say about it, now's the time..........NO ? Didn't think so !" and with that Buckley hit Terrance on his nose again. Lights out for Terrance.

General Longstreet and Patricia Stewart rode out together into the fog and emerged just a few miles from the yankee encampment where the defendants of Willian Tecumseh Sherman. Chicago was cold time of year , with the wind coming off the giant lake and the snow starting to fall. The camp was near I 65 south and there was a sense of urgency in the air, as Thanksgiving was coming. Longstreet and Patricia quickly gathered up an armload each of firewood and walked into camp, dropped the load of wood, then went into the stores room. This room was well built. Suggesting the army had been here for more than one winter, and it was well supplied. Beans, potatoes, bacon, salt, sugar, flour, cornmeal, coffee, and caned fruit. Then on the other side was salt pork, dried beef, jerked beef, smoked pork, beef and buffalo. Longstreet grabbed a small sack of flour and salt while Patricia took some canned fruit and Longstreet went to the kitchen, and out the door with some hot coffee toward the camps that didn't have a fire going..the picket lines. While Patricia went toward the officers quarters. While pouring the coffee and listening the troops trash talk the Union Officers, which she agreed with, she made a mental note on the things she saw as she moved from line to line,all the while, trying to fight off the unwanted advances of the enlisted men. She noted where she saw the barracks and how many of them when she walked through the camp. She listened how the men complained how hard the officers trained them on their mountain howitzers, the size and how many they had to train on. She saw how new their muskets where, and she knew she had to get an accurate count of how many they had or how to justify the guess work on how many the enemy had. What chilled her to the bone, she over heard a Union sergeant tell his troopers he heard that the shipment of new repeaters rifles will be coming in soon ! Patricia opened the can of peaches, sipped a concoction in them that would kick out a horse and served them to a group of high ranking Union officers reading over some cables that had come in about Sherman's movements. The war maps was played out in front of her....troop movements to the fort over looking the Missouri River in Thebes, Ill just off I-55...this may proof to be of interest to Johnny Reb and he just may be willing to pay handsomely for this information. The maps and papers indicate a large garrison being deployed there, with large mortars and the fort has very thick walls, capable of withstanding a very long siege. Only a powerful gun boat or gun boats could possible dislocate such a garrison and the Union forces knew this. At their tent, Longstreet and Patricia talked about their day and want they had seen and heard, but they didn't write it down on just any parchment. Longstreet wrote these things on a paper, and carefully folded it up, and stuffed it in her front, just above her navel, where a man never grabs ! Safe for sure, but she was not taking any chances as she sharpened her already razor sharp dagger.