J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE

If you are Jewish, Israel. Montenegro might be nice, if you have enough cash

I would suggest that team sports teaches a life lesson, that if you want to be successful, you have to work at it, day in and day out and that you need to associate with other people doing the same to succeed in reaching your goals. Sadly I never learned those lessons

You might also consider using cordless tool batteries in the right voltage range

Hand turned Wood pens are somewhat common. I've seen some wooden accessories for women as well as wood crosses for necklaces.

Don't forget to reverse your battery cables so you get hot air instead of cold air from the vents

Best wishes on your move. Thanks for posting that toolhead holder. I may have to dig out some scrap wood and make something like that!

I laid down on the bunk with the cell door closed, but unlocked. Under my pillow were my back up pistols and in my boot was a knife. UB went about his duties coming and going as needed. When he was there I slept, when he was gone, I pretended to sleep. After 2 days I was well rested. UB brought me breakfast on the third day. "How long are you going to keep this ruse going?" He asked I smiled as I wolfed down a biscuit and chased it with some coffee. "As long as it takes. . . as long as you keep feeding me like this." UB chuckled, "Never saw a man so contented to sit in a jail cell." I nodded "Well to tell the truth, I've slept in the saddle so many times, or on the ground or in a cold camp, that even this miserable bunk is a blessing by comparison. I could use something to read though. In my saddle bags there is a book, "Around the World in 80 days" would you fetch it for me?" UB looked at me-"You know the cell is unlocked, get it yourself." I chuckled, "What and get shot for trying to commit a jail break, I think not." UB shook his head and retrieved the book. handing it to me through the cell bars. "Fine, but I'm going to drop the charges if this keeps up." I sipped my coffee and started the book. After and hour I pulled my hat over my eyes to take a nap. After a time, UB went on his rounds and I heard a soft thump and smelled burning gunpowder. A glance revealed a bundle of 4 sticks of dynamite with about 3 inches of safety fuse. I rolled off the bunk and grabbed the dynamite and fuse pulling them apart roughly and tossing the fuse out onto the office floor. Someone had taken the bait, but I saw no one through the windows. I stepped out of the cell and strapped on my guns and threw my saddle bags over my shoulder before stepping out into the street. I scanned the town looking for something out of place. Off to the east I saw a bit of dust in the air. Perhaps a rider in a hurry. At the livery I saddled both horses and took off heading east posting in a long trot and covering ground quickly.

It wasn't long before I heard footsteps approaching and I braced myself, topping off my revolvers. If my attacker had back up, I'd be ready. "Mark, it's Bob, don't shoot, I'm coming in." I heard his familiar voice shout. "Come on in, but I gotta warn you the room is a mess." UB opened the door stepping over the body of the man and visibly wincing when he saw the saloon girl. "You want to tell me what happened?" I proceeded to recount the encounter as best I could. UB listened and took some notes and tucked them in his pocket. "Folks in the bar only heard one shot, looks like you moved fast." I frowned, looking at the girl's body "I should have been quicker." UB considered trying to comfort me "You were quick enough to still be here." "Small comfort to her, I suspect." UB frowned, "I suppose. But it was self defense. I see nothing to support any charges." I frowned "Maybe not, but you had better take me to jail anyway." He looked at me quizzically. "You have something more to tell me?" I nodded, "It was an ambush and there will be another attempt. If I am in the jail, then maybe you can get the next one alive and some answers." UB nodded "Alright, give me your guns, we'll want this to look good." I dropped my gunbelt on the bed and UB hung it over his shoulder, then shouted. "Your under arrest, hands in the air and don't give me an excuse as he roughly pushed me towards the stairs with a wink.

I am not riding in the dump bed. (It had to be said)

Only thing I can add is I have been told that you may need to reload with small base dies . . . and that you should make sure the die is resizing the shoulder-some are cut too deep. I always shot milsurp

Drunk, I stumbled up the stairs of the hotel to my bedroom, opened the door and was greeted by one of the saloon girls who had managed to coerce the desk clerk to let her in. I looked at her a moment "I don't believe I know you." She smiled "Not yet, but a gentleman bought and paid for my time-said I looked like your deceased wife and thought I might cheer you up." She, in fact, did look like my third wife and it was tempting. "Who hired you?" I asked matter of factly, careful not to slur my words as I sobered up quickly. "He didn't give his name, but he was a big man, has a beard, brown, about 6’- 2”, over 200 pounds, dresses kind of spiffy He wears a shoulder holster under his jacket, not as well hidden as he thinks." I grabbed the lamp and blew it out dropping to the floor "Get down behind the dresser, quickly!" I said as I worked my way towards my rifle. She ran towards the door throwing it open, only to catch 2 barrels of buckshot in her torso. I heard the gun clatter to the floor as the sound of my revolver echoed through the room. It wasn't Harris Austin, but from the looks of the man, he was a paid assassin. He was still breathing raggedly when I disarmed him. "Who sent you?" I shouted. He weakly looked at me, "Murphy said you would be hard to kill." and he coughed up what was left of his lungs and expired on the floor. The girl was dead and I was unscathed and suddenly far more sober than I wanted to be.

My freedom

I sat down in the saloon, and ordered a whisky and a beer, telling the bartender to leave the bottle. I drank the beer to cut the dust and refilled the glass with the whisky. It was strong and had a good flavor . . . if you didn't mind the aftertaste of what must have been embalming fluid. I tossed it back and in a foul humor nearly threw the bottle at the mirror behind the bar. When I held back I realized I wasn't in the mood to fight, just to forget. I set the bottle on the bar, and instructed the bartender to give me a bottle of bourbon, with the seal intact. I took it and paid the bill. UB, making his evening rounds approached and pulled up a chair. "J. Mark, might be I could use your help for the next few days. I know a deputy job doesn't pay much, but. . . " I forced half a smile "I'll have to decline, I have another engagement." I lifted the bottle in a mock toast and drank as much as I could. "Don't believe I'll be available for a few days." UB looked at me with a bit of disgust on his face. "Sometimes I think there's some good in you, other times I wonder." I could only nod in agreement "I used to think the same thing, but I no longer wonder."

Get her to join SASS

https://forward.com/culture/451769/in-the-1920s-a-black-cantor-moved-the-world/

Shhhh . . . . Vince Foster says to never reveal the secrets of politicians

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Put a owl or hawk profile on the window cut out of a piece of brown construction paper, better yet put three or four out.

If any woman protecting a child doesn't scare a man, he doesn't understand the situation

Smile with your eyes. Of course protective eyewear doesn't help when you try to do that

How about TV, like Sgt Schultz's rifle a 1898 Krag Jorgensen US rifle

I tipped my hat to Mrs. Ward and rode close to Doc. "Doc, don't give him even the scent of a chance, kill him hard and bury him deep, face down and put this through his heart and leave it there." I pulled a long arkansas toothpick from my saddle bag and handed it to him. Doc gave me an odd look "Something more I need to know about this fellow? I nodded softly "In '67 I saw him shot three times in the chest, he rode away. In late 68 I saw him shot twice with the same result." Doc frowned "You sure you're not wrong on this?" "I'm not wrong, I have a thought. You ever hear of a fellow named Deacon Jim or Killer Miller? He's been known to wear a steel plate under his shirt. When you find Harris Austin, you put one through his head on your first shot." I pulled my Sharps, scabbard and all and a box of ammo "If you are smart, you'll do if from as far away as you can."

J Bar, I apologize, but I am compelled

Rabies and Rabbis are two different things, though each can get you closer to God

I rode next to Linn Keller for a bit scanning the terrain cautiously. "J. Mark, not that I fault you for it, but why don't you want to ride on this Harris Austin fellow? I know it sure isn't fear." I chuckled, careful to keep my eyes on the surroundings. "That, Linn is not quite accurate. I'm afraid I would kill him." He creased his brow "No offense, but you've killed enough men to make me wonder about that. Care to explain?" "Well Linn, no reason not to I suppose, he is, or was my brother in law for a time." Linn broke his attention from scanning the road ahead. "Didn't know you were married." I smiled "A few times depending on your definitions, it has never ended well. After the war I spent some time in the nations. Married a Chickasaw girl and was content for a time. Austin Harris was married to her sister. We were of a tribe, I suppose. He's a number of years younger than I. He's good with his guns and he is prone to being reckless-back in the day though he wasn't a murderous bastard. Guess he learned some of that from me." Linn nodded "So what happened?" I frowned at the question "The Chickasaw don't speak of dead people, but I'll leave it at childbirth was too much for her. Harris helped with the burial. I can't hunt him." "Sorry to bring it up." he replied and I shrugged "There are good memories to go with the bad." and I tried to smile and remember one-neither attempt was truly successful.