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Exactly one year ago today, I entered an initial post in the thread titled: Trouble Comes to Stone Creek. Within that first entry I provided a little background information as to the storyline of my Alias. There was; however, an important clue buried within that post that tied directly to unraveling the mystery behind the creation of my Alias and its relationship with an historical event of the Old West. Below is an excerpt from that post, and if interested, determine if you can uncovered the clue and it's significance. And so he joined the Seminary in West Virginia. His thoughts then drifted back to those who were awaiting him at home. Ann had just turned 17 when they first met in the General Store in Fairbanks, Arizona. She was looking at material and sewing supplies, whilst he was making small talk with several of the town folk. He was smitten with her from first glance, and it didn't help that she responded to his bashful gaze with the smallest of smiles, the upturned curves of both sides of her mouth gracefully forming the slightest of grins. She was an only child herself, vehemently protected by her strict father Cliff, a GOD fearing, tall slender figure of a man with leathery skin earned from his many years working in the harsh weather of the region. They lived by themselves on a hundred acre spread, now desolate and unforgiving after years of being unattended to. Her mother had passed during childbirth when Ann was only 10. The loss of her mother as well as having a baby brother hit her hard, a memory she still relives to this day. Cliff was a hard egg to crack, but being a devoted Christian certainly made the task of courting his daughter much easier. In time though, he came to appreciate the love shown for his daughter and the fulfilling life she would have marrying a man of God. They were wed in the small church he was pastor just on the outskirts of town, and soon were the proud parents of a baby boy named Joshua. A tear came to his eye just thinking of them both, when suddenly another bump in the road brought him back to the present. Longing to be back home, he cracked the whip to hasten the previous methodical trot of the horse into a much faster pace. More sweat fell from his brow as he removed his hat again to clear his eyes of the salty, stinging liquid. Coming out of the lower valley and approaching the top of the hill, he was nearing the final leg of his journey. Soon the small cabin would be in sight and he'd be back in the arms of his true love. Joy quickly turned to fear as he reached the hilltop. Off in the distance, a large plume of smoke was billowing above the tree line. My GOD, the cabin! The whip now cracked incessantly as the reverend commanded the horse to summon all that was in him to make haste for the cabin. What seemed like forever quickly dissolved into mere minutes as he approached the burning cabin. The heat was unbearable, but the furthest thing on his mind as he pulled back on the reins, jumping from the buggy and lunging for the front door. Flames we're now shooting out of every window, their tips flicking at him, enticing him, even daring him to try and enter its hellish domain. Thick smoke billowed above the rooftop encompassing the treetops. It was only then he heard the screams! But they were not from within the fiery inferno that the cabin had become, but off in the distance behind the small barn. His heart was racing feverishly now as he sprinted with all his might towards the back of the building stopping just short of rounding the corner. What he saw next made him stop in his tracks. The scene that unfolded before him was surreal. There, squatting on the ground, holding Joshua in her arms, was Ann, her hair a tangled mess, tears lining her dirt smudged face like little rivers. Her dress had been ripped open and she was making every attempt to cover herself while still keeping Joshua close. He spotted four surly men. Two were on horseback, a third off a short distance at the tree line and the fourth was on foot slowly approaching Ann. Instinctively reaching his side for his pistol, his heart sank as he realized he had not worn his gun belt into town on this trip. It was neatly stored in the top drawer of the dresser in the bedroom….in the burning cabin! His Henry was still in the buggy, too far to retrieve in time. He had failed to take it with him as saving his family from the burning cabin was his only thought…one which he now regrets. The man approaching Ann was now standing over her, grabbing her hair and yanking her head back while trying to slide his hand down the front of her body, finding it difficult with Ann clutching Joshua tightly to her chest. “This one is just ripe for the picking and added to my list of conquests,” he shouted to his buddies. The ensuing laughter from his comrades and the sight of another man touching his wife infuriated him. Spinning around, he ran into the barn to the far corner where a wooden chest lay on the dusty, hay strewn floor. Reaching for the lid he reached inside and pulled out an old military blanket and with one swift move, quickly uncovered the 10 gauge Wm. Moore & Co. coach gun an old friend had given to him as a gift. A handful of shells and off to the back window of the barn he went. He’d have no time to waste, as the breaking of the window pane would quickly alert his adversaries of his location. It was time for action! Just then there was a loud explosion……

Our thoughts and prayers are with you, and a speedy recovery as well.

If I called my Physician Associate Todd, she would either look at me funny, slap me, or both! Her name is Amanda.

John K. came closest, as none of them contain a Finnish Sniper. You see, upon closer inspection, those are Norway Spruce, therefore, only Norwegian Snipers are hidden.

Depends on who is on the other end of that box wrench!

Reasearching the Buntline Special and found this informative article. http://tincanbandit.blogspot.com/2015/05/the-buntline-special.html

Short cut: https://www.sassnet.com/Downloads/20eChron/20JulyChron.pdf Note: I can post the page here if that is allowed?

Haven't had a response from Alpo yet, but guess his answer would be: typewriter. * * Only way to explain his many OTTO corrections!

What device is your favorite to use when posting to the Forums and why? Also, which method do you find you end up using? For me, my computer at home or the office. Why? Faster, easier to see and read threads and much easier to search and download pics, etc. Find I use my tablet and Android phone the most. Each has it's PROs and CONs. Tablet allows me to select my favorite font and size, whereas my phone doesn't. My phone always uploads pics I find, whereas my tablet sometimes gives an error message on numerous attempt before it loads successfully. Most of my saved items are on the computer, with no access to them from either my phone or my tablet.

Cat, https://www.interordnance.com/p/m9130-mosin-nagant-rifle https://wbtguns.com/sales-items/russian-mosin-nagant-91-30-7-62x54r/ https://www.jgsales.com/mosin-nagant-91-30-round-receiver-rifle,-7.62x54r,-1930-40s-tula-mfg,-vg,-c-r,-used,-w-options.-p-100680.html

UB, Thank's for the video. I believe with all the responses to my post, this particular rifle will not be on my list of purchases, at least for the foreseeable future.

Sorry to see one of your favorite cups get destroyed. Must have been one strong cup of coffee! Unless it was milk, and then there's no use in crying over it. Seriously though, I've had many a cup that's been microwaved so often it gets weakened to the point of breaking easily.

Reading about quiet shooting firearms that don't require a suppressor. I've read a few posts here on the SALOON about the Mosin Nagant M91/30; however, is it truly as quiet as they purport? https://www.offthegridnews.com/self-defense/5-super-quiet-guns-that-dont-need-a-suppressor/

There's always a Plan B.....scare them off!

Here is what I've uncovered so far. Although the Pedersoli Howdah is a novel looking firearm, at $1,300.00, my gold could be spent on another completely different firearm I would rather have. I do like the option of loading a .410 buckshot in the first chamber to ward off the perpetrator, and a .45 cal in the second chamber for distance! I will admit that although my wife likes her Taurus .38 cal for concealed carry, the S&W Governor, as Rye stated, also Chambers 45acp. The look of the revolver is better, along with name recognition. Several of the responses have raised the issue of recoil. My question is whether the recoil from the 45 Colt, 45 acp or 410 is the worse? Also, barrel length, as to which is preferred? Does the Governor come with a longer barrel? The price difference isn't significant for the additional features the S&W offers, which is around $700 as compared to the Taurus at $440, depending on where you shop.. Currently leaning towards the Governor; however, open to more input, as I value everyone's expertise and experience in this area.

Better before they climb in than after!

My fault. Was looking at 45acp/45colt then switched to 410. Got confused.

Interested in purchasing a firearm that will shoot 45 cal and .410. Based on what I have seen, some of the options are: RUGER REDHAWK S&W GOVERNOR PEDERSOLI HOWDAH Which one would be the best value, or are there other options?

J-BAR, DONE!

I'm with 4T Rod: