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The Overland Stage : Western story

“Bugles! That damned bugle,” Robin cursed quietly. “Why is he always blowing that damned bugle?” she asked to the empty, rocking stage. It was dark outside. The dusty interior was filled with baggage and Robin Petosa. Robin was trying to make her way from Cincinnati to Los Angeles to live with her uncle. The trip to St. Joseph had taken 9 days, the trip from St. Joseph to there had taken 4 days so far and she was still in the middle of the desert. She could take the bouncing, the dust, and the bad food, but why the bugle?

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Damsel In Distress : Western story

Mat Archer guided his appaloosa carefully down the trail until he entered a small natural clearing. He stopped and surveyed the ranch below. It was a typical, if well-kept ranch with a barn, two outbuildings, a white house and a corral. From where he sat he could see the setting sun reflecting off the ranch house windows. Everything was painted and well-maintained, the way all ranches should be, but seldom where. There was a decisive woman’s hand at work down below, he decided. His horse pranced, eager to get down to the ranch, and the comforts therein. Mat was not so eager. Something didn’t look right about the quiet scene below. Nobody moved, no smoke for a cooking fire, and no movement to feed or milk.

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Oakdale : Western story

Thunder Rumbled in the distance. It’s echoes seemed to bounce endlessly. Lightning struck once, then flashed three more times in quick succession. Those in the mansion felt it was a portent of things destined to unfold.

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Madges Decision : Western story

Madge Cargon sat looking down at her dead husband. The grief in her heart barely showed in her bloodshot eyes. As if in a trance she looked up at the black-clad gambler, who thrust the gun back into his holster and turned away with a satisfied smile. Madge had at first thought him handsome and dashing, in his flat black hat with the silver buckle, black coat, black pants and tall black military boots. He made a dashing figure at first glance. But the evil in his face showed when he pulled the trigger and killed her husband. Latent, pleased, evil which was quickly covered up when he observed her watching him. He shrugged and turned away, as if in apology. But Madge knew better.

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Five Card Stud : Western story

Nancy Matten came awake as the red light above her door began flashing in time with a subtle beeping sound issuing from her ceiling. She sat up and yawned, stretching magnificently, before rushing over to the sink. She placed her mouth on the mouthpiece and flashed her teeth clean. Licking her lips, she sat on the bed and waited. In a moment she heard the gentle tap on her door. She stood, smoothed down her antiquated white girdle, and pulled up her black sheer stockings.

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The Rancher : Western story

Mayeve Reeves, recently married to John Reeves, the Montana rancher, galloped into the yard of her huge, mansion- like ranch house. Chickens and men scattered before the sharp hooves of her Arabian stallion. In a flurry of swishing material, she slapped the quirt against her leg in annoyance as she stormed up the front steps. She burst inside just as the Mexican cook threw open the door.

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The Delta Queen : Western story

The Delta Queen pulled out of Natchez on 12 August 1853, heading north. The Mississippi was vast, making it hard to see the far bank. A soft, warm flower-scented wind blew in from the south, the nightly sea breeze which cooled the valley for at least a hundred miles.

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The Bet : Western story

Daisy looked at her cards. She stared at the handsome man across the table from her. He smiled in response, revealing nothing.

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Billys Dilemma : Western story

Trace chains rattled musically as the wagons plodded forward. The squeak of badly greased wheels, the plod of hooves, and the occasional creak of a wagon, were the only sounds that the tired pioneers made as they traversed the Oregon Trail. White canvas billowed in the gentle breeze, slapping from one side to another as the wagons sank in a whole, and the wooden skeleton of the structure slashed from one side to another. Dust drifted up from a 143 hooves and 120 wagon wheels. Men sat lazily in the saddle, escorting and guarding the wagons on their slow journey west. Tired men and women sat the benches of the wagon, listlessly holding the reins as they daydreamed of things passed, or things to come. Most dreamed of the riches they would find in Oregon. They were one day out of Ft. Bridger, but already the mundane existence of trail life had settled down over the train.

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Vicksburg : Western story

Cannons roared in the distance. Black pillars of smoke arose in the south, marking the boundaries of the once great city of Vicksburg. A brisk wind blew the weeping willows, causing them to moan gently. Horses cried, cattle bawled. Whistles and shouts accompanied the Union cowboys in the nearby pasture.

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