Father Kit Cool Gun Garth Posted December 26, 2017 Share Posted December 26, 2017 Well Forum readers we have an Official Title to our Short Story. Here are samples of some of the POSTS as they will appear in the final version. Here are the contributors to the story-line in order of appearance: Join the fun and read the continuing story of undercover Texas Rangers, the Brett Black gang, and other nefarious characters. Pards: Together let's create a short (or as long as it may become) Old West Story written entirely by the SASS WIRE SALOON writers. I will start it off with an opening sentence. Each POST should include a sentence or two that will keep the story line going, whatever that turns out to be. The end result will be an OFFICIAL SASS WIRE SALOON Short Story that we can consider submitting to the Cowboy Chronicle. What say we get this story going........ RANGER'S JUSTICE - DESERT TRAIL The Lazy Boy Kid was hurting bad, his left shoulder throbbing from the 45 Colt slug that torn through him like a freight train with no brakes. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rooster Ron Wayne Posted December 26, 2017 Share Posted December 26, 2017 As he was laying there he could not help but think of what will happen to his family back home with out him . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cactus Jack Calder Posted December 26, 2017 Share Posted December 26, 2017 Gritting his teeth against the pain he sat up and looked around for any sign of his horse. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. R. Hugh Kidnme Posted December 26, 2017 Share Posted December 26, 2017 Seeing the roan standing about 60 yards away, he struggles to his feet and began slowly walking towards him. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smoken D Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 Hearing that familiar sound, he looks down, a rattler. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Maddog McCoy SASS #5672 Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 Slowly drawing his Colt thru the pain, he pointed it at the rattler, thumbed the hammer back and pulled the trigger. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rye Miles #13621 Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 He fired and the bullet missed just an inch away from the serpent but close enough to scare it off, now he thought about how he was going to stop the bleeding in his shoulder. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474 Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 He noticed his horse didn't shy away at the gunshot and was grateful for the time he spent training it from a colt. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 He opened his saddlebag with his left hand and fished out a neckerchief and gingerly stuffed it between his shirt and the wound in his right shoulder. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rye Miles #13621 Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 He painfully mounted his horse and headed west to the nearest town. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Father Kit Cool Gun Garth Posted December 27, 2017 Author Share Posted December 27, 2017 The desert heat rising like a phoenix stifiling what precious air remained causing him to become delirious and wishing that the hanging he had escaped had done it's job instead. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smoken D Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 About to pass out in pain, he takes out his hoggin' string, wraps it around his steeds neck tying both ends to his arms to keep him from falling off. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 An old man with weather wrinkled eyes and white hair squinted at something moving a mile or so off, something that looked like a man laid over a horse's neck and that horse movin' at a patient walk Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 The old man decides to go investigate so he pulls his trusty Winchester from it's scabbard, levers a round into the chamber and nudges his horse forward in the direction of his new found apparition. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cactus Jack Calder Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 Easing up on the figure, The Old Desert Rat discovered a wounded man passed out and tied to his horse. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smoken D Posted December 27, 2017 Share Posted December 27, 2017 Quickly he looks around while firmly holding onto his rifle, could this be a trap? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Capt. R. Hugh Kidnme Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 Noticing the dark crimson patch on the riders vest, near his right shoulder, the old man dismounts and slowly moves towards the wounded rider, with the rifle still in his grip. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brett Black Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 He can't help but think . How did you end up in this predicament. But he kept moving to the man tied to his horse . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rye Miles #13621 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 He reached up and removes the rope from the man's arms and eases him down from the saddle wondering all the time, is this a bad guy or a good one? Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Widder, SASS #59054 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The Old Man calmly talks to his horse (Ghost), as though his horse understands every word: "Ghost, looks like this young feller is in a serious situation. Lucky WE came upon him when WE did. Let's see if WE can squeeze a little water between his lips". ..........Widder Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brett Black Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 As the Young Man took a small sip of the water he mumbles a few words . The Old Man leans forward ask him his name . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Pat Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 Ed Seiker, Texas Ranger, and he asked for a cigar Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Widder, SASS #59054 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The old man meanders over to Ghost, reaches down in a small burlap sack and takes out a small chunk of jerky and a little bottle. He tells the young feller to chew on the jerky and take a swig of some 'splo'.......then tells the young feller... "Ain't had a good SEEEEGAR in months". ..........Widder Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The jerky was salty but Ed ate it anyway, the “splo” did nothing to help the saltiness and it burned going down. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Smoken D Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 Ed chocking a bit on the jerky, looks up and mutters, watch out behind us, then begins to fade out of conscious. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Pat Riot Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The old man had plenty of experience dealing with outlaws and Indians in his own lifetime and had every intention of getting Ranger Seiker to town for medical attention. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rye Miles #13621 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The old man looked around but then realized no one was coming and the Ranger was either dreaming or hallucinating! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Widder, SASS #59054 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 Just out of curiosity and cautiousness, the Old Man knew of a rock cliff area close by with a good overhand which they could safely bed down for the approaching nightfall. Being under the overhang meant no-one could sneak up behind them. But the Old Man was also cunning. He built a small camp fire about 200 yards away from where they were gonna bed down. If anyone was following the Ranger, they would surely make themselves known during the night, either thru mischievious actions or shadows. The Old Man didn't reach an old age by being stupid. ..........Widder Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Father Kit Cool Gun Garth Posted December 28, 2017 Author Share Posted December 28, 2017 As night fell, the desert heat vanished and in its place a cold chill descended upon them both. The old man knew many a night like this and the dangers it could bring. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Irish Pat Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 It was a dark and Stormy night. A coyote howled in the distance. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rye Miles #13621 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The Ranger shivered in the wet and cold while the old man was covering him with blankets. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cold Lake Kid, SASS # 51474 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 "Think you could handle a small drink of 'shine, young fella?" the old man asked. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Linn Keller, SASS 27332, BOLD 103 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 "If I could ketch that sawed off hard rock miner sledge hammerin' inside my shoulder I'd twist his head off," he thought, wishing powerfully for a good cold long tall drink of springwater from back home ... from that rock lined spring he cleaned out as a lad ... he heard children laughing, and suddenly he was a barefoot boy again, running through the woods, through sun-shafts and leaf-shadows and smelling the Appalachian woods again, right before he passed out again. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Brett Black Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 Off in the distance the Old man can hear a horse coming in slowly . He's squinting his eyes trying to see in the darkness of the night . Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Rye Miles #13621 Posted December 28, 2017 Share Posted December 28, 2017 The closer the horse and rider came into view the old man saw that it was an indian on a spotted pony with a quiver of arrows slung across his back and a bow, he looked friendly as he had his hands up! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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