Author Topic: A true made up tale of the west... (Read 122568 times)

Cherokee Jem · « **Reply #120 on:** May 02, 2005, 09:50:07 AM »

Cherokee Jems' Father, Big Rodger comes riding into camp with a dozen cowhands... He stares at Delmonico with his Russian 44 still in his lap. If I find out anyone shot my son... Ill skin him and turn him into jerky for my dogs!!!

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #121 on:** May 02, 2005, 12:17:43 PM »

"I did not shoot 'im."

Delmonico · « **Reply #122 on:** May 02, 2005, 12:24:26 PM »

"He done shot himself by not being careful." Delmonico thens hands Jem's dad a knife and a jerky line.

"What kinda dogs ya got."

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Trinity · « **Reply #123 on:** May 02, 2005, 07:23:53 PM »

Trinity finally returns shouting that the doctor was nowhere to be found! Trinity has an ugly stain down the front of his shirt to which he offers no explanation. Seeing the doctor at Jem's side Trinity breaths a sigh of relief and then points to the large stranger:

"Who's this big stranger with the knife?? Kinda favors Jem."

Delmonico · « **Reply #124 on:** May 02, 2005, 07:27:58 PM »

It's his dad, he's mad at him for shootin' himself.

He's gonna skin him and cut him up and make jerky out of him for being so dumb. gonna feed the jerky to his dogs when it's dried out.

Kinda a strange fella if ya asks me.

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #125 on:** May 02, 2005, 07:43:17 PM »

The doc arrives with litl rooster. He looks suspiciously like Brad Pitt in Ocean's Eleven. ((And the author swoons... )) He climbs out of the buggy to look at the congregated motley crew.

"Did somebody call for a doctor?"

Trinity · « **Reply #126 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:02:39 PM »

<<Author's note: Brad Pitt, BRAD PITT!!!! There she goes again with that heart throb of her's ... always trying to break a guy's....>>

litl rooster · « **Reply #127 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:17:22 PM »

While Dr Pitt looks Jem over litl rooster notices a flask in the Doc's coat pocket. Reaching in and grabs it and pulls the cork(for medicable purposes, headache, yeah yeah that's the ticket).....Passes it to Delmonico...Fine Tennessee sipping whiskey... Litl' Rooster slips 2 silver coins in the Doc's pocket...Sippin' not guzzling Delmonico!

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #128 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:17:51 PM »

Quote from: Trinity on May 02, 2005, 08:02:39 PM

<<Author's note: Brad Pitt, BRAD PITT!!!! There she goes again with that heart throb of her's ... always trying to break a guy's....>>

((Yeah, well, I thought he left Jennifer to be with me and was waiting for him to call, but he took up with that Laura Croft skank... ooops, did I say that outloud? Anyway, now I get to abuse him in the story. Bwaa haa haa))

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #129 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:20:48 PM »

The Doc gives litl Rooster an odd look.

"That's the first time I heard anyone say castor oil tasted like Tennessee whiskey."

litl rooster · « **Reply #130 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:22:09 PM »

Quote from: AnnieLee on May 02, 2005, 08:17:51 PM

Quote from: Trinity on May 02, 2005, 08:02:39 PM
<<Author's note: Brad Pitt, BRAD PITT!!!! There she goes again with that heart throb of her's ... always trying to break a guy's....>>

((Yeah, well, I thought he left Jennifer to be with me and was waiting for him to call, but he took up with that Laura Croft skank... ooops, did I say that outloud? Anyway, now I get to abuse him in the story. Bwaa haa haa))

LOL

litl rooster · « **Reply #131 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:23:58 PM »

Why the heck would any educated man put Castor Oil in a flask?....Dr. Pitt ..................question answered

Joyce (AnnieLee) · « **Reply #132 on:** May 02, 2005, 08:33:08 PM »

The Doc smiles. "Because there's many a plugged up man who won't take castor oil, but will take a swig from a flask.... just like you did. I hope you have leaves handy that won't give you a rash."

"By the way, my name's Leonard McCoy, not Pitt."

And with that, he takes back his flask.

Trinity · « **Reply #133 on:** May 02, 2005, 09:42:40 PM »

Quote from: AnnieLee on May 02, 2005, 08:17:51 PM

Quote from: Trinity on May 02, 2005, 08:02:39 PM
<<Author's note: Brad Pitt, BRAD PITT!!!! There she goes again with that heart throb of her's ... always trying to break a guy's....>>

((Yeah, well, I thought he left Jennifer to be with me and was waiting for him to call, but he took up with that Laura Croft skank... ooops, did I say that outloud? Anyway, now I get to abuse him in the story. Bwaa haa haa))

I wonder if she is going to replace her last hubbies blood for his in that vial she wears around her neck!?!?!?

Delmonico · « **Reply #134 on:** May 02, 2005, 11:05:22 PM »

Delmonico spits his castor oil out before he swallows it laughin' at Lil rooster.

He also wonders why there going to so much trouble to patch up Jem when his dad is gonna skin him and make jerky for the dogs.

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #135 on:** May 03, 2005, 10:35:26 AM »

Slim just sits on his horse with a grin on his face (the horse) and shakes his head (Slim).

Delmonico · « **Reply #136 on:** May 03, 2005, 02:17:41 PM »

Delmonico justs laughs to himself, he remembers when Slim was easy to get in pre-dick-u-ments all the time, in time Jem will be more like Slim, as cautious as a three footed coyote.

Silver Creek Slim · « **Reply #137 on:** May 03, 2005, 04:08:11 PM »

Quote from: Delmonico on May 03, 2005, 02:17:41 PM

Delmonico justs laughs to himself, he remembers when Slim was easy to get in pre-dick-u-ments all the time, in time Jem will be more like Slim, as cautious as a three footed coyote.

Them were the days.

Cherokee Jem · « **Reply #138 on:** May 03, 2005, 08:25:45 PM »

Delmonico probably knows alot about coyotes.... Jem rides off beside his father, who knows his son didn't shoot himself. Jem quietly believes Del might have shot him... Arianna talks quietly to Jem, keeping him concious on his ride to the ranch.

litl rooster · « **Reply #139 on:** May 03, 2005, 08:41:36 PM »

Litl Rooster takes the buggy and Doc what's his name back to town...FFg follows behind on her steed. I notice it is not shod.

Upon returning the Doc to his home I return the buggy and horse to the livery and bring in my horse Pea Eye for the night. I want a early start so to find the Marshall, and to ketch up with who ever is behind the cattle rustling. Leaving the livery I hear the piano player at the Longbranch, playing a melody of Robert Earl Keen songs, I head down the board walks towards the music.

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