A true made up tale of the west...

[Cherokee Jem]

 Hey guys? anyone interested in going to town? We could all go get in trouble!!!

Jem

[El Peludo]

   And trouble is just what it'd be, too!  Me goin' to town with a 19 year old pup who's feelin' his oats; to use a modern phrase:  Omigod!

Howdy, Jem, pleasure to make your aquaintance.  I gots a good friend called Jem, but she's not 19, anymore, and has not had much to do with CAS for a long time.

See you are into "tracking".  Hah; I like that line in your signature.  There are a lot of railfans around these parts.  Pitch out a comment, and you'll get a bunch of replies.

I hope some of these folks will take a sashay at your story; there are a lot of very imaginative and creative people here.

[Trinity]

"Ol' Trinity's always ready to go to town an' have some fun!  Ah'll buy the first drink!" 

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[Delmonico]

Delmonico comes into the tread and says, "Trinity, you know what happened the last time ya went ta town with one a them young fellars.  Just be careful that this one don't get lynched."

[Trinity]

  "Lynched??  Ya think that would happen to me?  Alls Ah wanna do is get me a lil drink!"

Trinity runs out of this thread and returns a few minutes later with a side arm for safety.

[Delmonico]

"I ain't worried about you Trinity, you seem to be able to lie your way out of things, but don't get that kid hung!!!!!!!!!!!

[Trinity]

  "Who, me Lie??  But Del, The kid said 'maybe we could get in trouble', not me.  That's tellin me he's got plans to do it all himself!!! 

C'mon pards!  Drinkin' time's a waistin'!!!"

[Delmonico]

Ok as long as he gets hung on his own, for what he did it's ok.   

Oh becareful when ya come home, the FFg is surley tonight.

[Trinity]

"Ah was only at the ranch fer a minute an' din't see the FFG.  What did you do to make her so upset?"

[Forty Rod]

19?

Nah, I'll pass.

At my age I ain't even got the energy to watch a 19 year old unless they're sleepin' or sittin' real still.

You kids go ahead on an' have fun.

[Cherokee Jem]

Ahhhh, come on Trinity, I aint gonna get us lynched!! You buying the drinks? I think Ill go get me a cigar off of the bar. Care to join the poker game??
 

[Trinity]

"Ah done drunk most of mah corn, so we's gotta  do someshin.  ...  Wait!  Drankssh?!  I said Drank!  Ah'll buy one Drank! *HIC*

Don' take that seegar *hic*.  You don' know wher's its been. *hic*

[Cherokee Jem]

 Uggg, that lowsy rot-gut would choke my horse... You ok bud?

[Trinity]

"Ah'll have zhyou know.  *HIC*  Ah make mah own shhtuff!  *HIC*"   With that Trinity's head falls on the Table.

[Delmonico]

Shortly after that delmonico and the Town Marshall walk into the saloon.  Delmonico points to two passed out figures in the corner and the Marshall grabs them by the shirt collars and drags them off to jail. 

Trinity for contributing to the delick-weeency of a miner or rathe minor or maybe both.  The kid is busted fer under-age drinkin'.   

They both are lodged in the jail for the night.   No hangin' is planned though.

[Cherokee Jem]

Upon completing his jail time, and angry Jem sits at a nearby Livery stable, cleaning his Colt and an old Sharps... 'Ill prove it to them I can drink in the Saloon, If I capture the bank robbers, they will respect a kid!!!

[Trinity]

Trinity wakes up on the hard stone floor of the prison.  Every bone and muscle in his body aches.  "Shurf!!  SHURF!!"  The Marshall enters the jail area with his keys and begins to unlock the cell.  "How'd Ah git in here??  ...as if Ah gotta ask!"

"First, Trinity, I am not a Sheriff.  I am a Town Marshall.  But to answer you question, Delmonico came and got me last night.  You were already passed out at the saloon."

Trinity silently nods his head.  "Uh huh!  Figgers!!"

[Cherokee Jem]

Steps out of the Emporium with a pair of saddle bags and the buffalo gun... 'Hey Trinity, you wanna help me track some baddies?? Might be a reward fer em... Sides, I couldn't track a train... with that said, Jem loads his saddle bags and stuffs the old rifle in the boot.

[Delmonico]

The County Sherrif grabs the Kid and lodges him back in the jail fer safe keepin'.  

"Delmonico tolt me what yer up to, you stay here till I get the posse rounded up.  Don't want ya goin' off in a huff and ruinin' stuff fer us.  We hired Delmonico to track for us, he can track as well as cook.  If ya want to come along ya can, we need a young fella ta wrangle horses and help with the pack mules."

[Trinity]

Later that day, Trinity stops by the jail and bails JEM out.  "Don' fret none 'bout ol' Del.  He's somehow just love to sperl folks fun.    Ah gots ta hide all my likker from him or he might taint it an then Ah'm in the privy all day long!"