ragboy said:The close hot jungle steamed with hiddendeathhorrors. T. Rawley Sutton, theintreped-intrepad-intrepid newspaperman, pulled his horse close and led thepoorforlorn greenhornsdeeperfarther down the trail.
Bill "Spanish Prisoner" Brown, ex-lawman now a down-on-his-luck gun for hire...and a lush besides, called up from his position in the rear.
"Rawley, are we going the right way?"
"I reckon I know my way around these woods," Rawley said, leveling his hat and clutching his Colt.
Rawley caught the eye of the exotic beauty, Ms. Brigitta Nielson. She blushed and looked away.
"No need to worry ma'am," he said. "I'll see you and your hired men, through."
Rawley sat back and lit another cigarette...took another pull from the bottle.
"Hell Brindle, that's perfect."
ragboy said:"So, no one wants to drink with me, Brindle?" Rawley mumbled. "More for me..."
He erected a makeshift table and started recording his impressions of the trek thus far.
The close hot jungle steamed with hiddendeathhorrors. T. Rawley Sutton, theintreped-intrepad-intrepid newspaperman, pulled his horse close and led thepoorforlorn greenhornsdeeperfarther down the trail.
Bill "Spanish Prisoner" Brown, ex-lawman now a down-on-his-luck gun for hire...and a lush besides, called up from his position in the rear.
"Rawley, are we going the right way?"
"I reckon I know my way around these woods," Rawley said, leveling his hat and clutching his Colt.
Rawley caught the eye of the exotic beauty, Ms. Brigitta Nielson. She blushed and looked away.
"No need to worry ma'am," he said. "I'll see you and your hired men, through."
Rawley sat back and lit another cigarette...took another pull from the bottle.
"Hell Brindle, that's perfect."
Old One said:Brigitta spends the first part of the morning checking on everyone's health...particularly those suffering from adder bites. ~ OO