Newbrassky

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim walks out to the porch. He see a stranger walking from the house. The stranger looks like the one here yesterday, but he seems smaller. "Morning, Stoney. Who was that?"

[Silver Creek Slim]

Slim walks out to the porch. He see a stranger walking from the house. The stranger looks like the one here yesterday, but he seems taller. "Morning, Stoney. Who was that?"

<Arthur's note: smaller you mean smaller >

(Arthur's note: Oops! Yes smaller. I fixed it.  )

[Delmonico]

Delmonico and Duke leave his office, lockin' the door behind them.

The head off into the hills with out sayin' a word.

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[Silver Creek Slim]

"Where are they goin'?" 

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

"I don't know."

Funny, how she does that, not there one moment, there the next, with only a tiny tell tale sign of glittering sawdust at her feet.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico and Duke come back to the ranche with a large canvas sack.     They dump it into the sink and rinse and start pittin' a whole bunch of small bright red cherries.

(Does this seem odd since none of you have seen any trees, let alone cherry trees since yo got here?  Slim Google up Sand Cherries )

[Silver Creek Slim]

Prunus pumila L. var. besseyi (Bailey) Gleason
western sandcherry

[Delmonico]

<Cool, thanks Slim, but them look taller and cutivated, the wild ones are hard to find in the grass.>

[litl rooster]

Delmonico and Duke come back to the ranche with a large canvas sack.     They dump it into the sink and rinse and start pittin' a whole bunch of small bright red cherries.

(Does this seem odd since none of you have seen any trees, let alone cherry trees since yo got here?  Slim Google up Sand Cherries )

litl'rooster inquires, are they toxic to livestock?

then goes to the shed and loads his 73 and saddles hiis horse and slowly rides out behind the shorter stranger.

[Trinity]

Trinity yawns and rolls over.  An empty jug falls to the ground.

[Delmonico]

<Never have heard they were.>

Delmonico and Duke head to his office, soon the crank on the phon-ey-graph is heard to crank and the midnight choir starts to sing, "Will there be Mogan David in Heaven."

"If there ain't who the heck wants to go."

<Author's note Larry Gatlin and his brothers are from Newbrassky.>

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The linens are restacked outside Delmonico's office. But when Daisy and Claire start to howl, the Frumpy Fairy Godmother sighs and makes her way to the kitchen. Once there, she raids the honey pot, removing a section of comb. The taste of honey makes her smile a bit and she chews up the comb until it is soft. Spitting out the now pliable ex-comb, she divides it in two, rolls it into balls, and sticks the wax in her ears.

[Scattered Thumbs]

then goes to the shed and loads his 73 and saddles hiis horse and slowly rides out behind the shorter stranger.

<Arthur's note: BEJABBERS! >

[Derby Younger]

How in the world did I miss this one. Now gotta read 3692 posts to catch up.

[Delmonico]

<Authors note, Nuther story on page 6 is the true begaining.   Also South from Dodge and Fort Sill are inbetwwen, all parked on page 6.   This is when Slim and I and others were travelin' round before we settled on the Dismal river in Newbrasskey. >

[Derby Younger]

Well Sir, thankee very much,  makes it a whole lot easier. Believe I'll tell Cousin Fetid Pyle about Newbrassky.

[Joyce (AnnieLee)]

The Frumpy Fairy Godmother spends her day watching the rain and crocheting. She'd gotten up early and done the laundry when no one was looking, so all the sheets and towels are fresh and clean. The chickens seemed content and she could have sworn the cows winked at her when she milked them. For once, it was a quiet day. Even Delmonico's office was quiet and the dogs lazed about on the porch.

[Derby Younger]

After watching the town for a spell and not drawing any fire, Fetid slid the big .50 back into the scabbard, turned his Jackass around and rode back into cover.   

[litl rooster]

litl' rooster has followed the shorter Scatter Thumbs thru out the day. It's now dark and has hobbled his horse on the hill. Just above  ST's nite camp. I see him strike a match he must have a backy pipe. Getting a fork and a can of peaches from my saddle bag and my rifle, I lean against a small tee and settle in, being vigilent to my surroundings and listening to the mumblings down hill from me.

[Delmonico]

Delmonico reads derby Younger's post and sneaks up behind and taps him on the shoulder.   "Pard since you ain't read it all I'll help out.  Town is about 40-50 down stream on the Dismal, Dunning is it's name.  (both the river and the town are real)  That down there is "The Ranch with no Name"

(Take a modern map of Newbrasky and go straght south of Thedford, Halsey.  It's there on the Dismal River, but the natioal forest ain't there yet.   They only added it in the 1930's, there ain't no trees yet in it. )  Yer in luck, the trouble maker, Silver Creek Slim has went home for the weekend.

Just jump in and follow along, I'm a Nebrassky Historian fer real and many things are based on fact.