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Renee is wearing a spanish style dress. Black and yellow. Has a maroon slash belt. Wears cream and chocolate brown poncho. Likes ladies stylish shoes of that time. I hope that what you want. Love, Karen
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The bearded man approached Taz. He took out his PAC and sat it in front of Taz. “All I have, three hundred credits, if you can steal anything from the Norseman.” He inclined his head toward the lone, blond patron in the corner. Aware that his quoted price must seem a fortune to a farmer, Taz frowned because he had given larger sums to orphans on Cookiebird’s streets. “I’m not for hire. I just hustle meals.”
Karl shoved the PAC back at the bearded man, and with a disgusted growl said, “Stop it, Tabbert! I’ll not have you sending a man to die for sport.” Motioning toward the door he continued, “Get out of here.”
Tabbert grabbed his PAC while mumbling apologies. But Karl’s words turned the bet into a challenge. Despite attempts to hold curiosity in check, Taz’s interest sparked at the thought of a theft deemed impossible by an ex-warrior who must have served under Taz’s father. “Wait.” He caught Tabbert’s arm. “Who is this Norseman?”
“A stranger. He calls himself Mordath.” Karl glowered at Tabbert. “I don’t know who he is, but he claims he’s Dragonrank.”
“Dragonrank?” The word meant nothing to Taz.
“Dragonrank,” said Tabbert, as if repeating the word could serve as clarification.
Tapping his fingers against the bar, Karl said, “Dragonranks are just mother’s stories, sorcerers from the north who supposedly steal away bad children and can create or destroy at will. But this mad Norseman really believes he’s Dragonrank. Stay away.” Karl trotted off to the kitchen.
Knowing it was best to heed Karl’s warning, yet enticed by the opportunity to perform against steep odds, he sighed, “I’ll take your bet.”
His attention unfocussed, Mordath sat with the wine glass pressed to his lips. His posture was that of a man withdrawn into some private reverie.
For the duration of the attempted theft, excitement would whip him to a frenzied intensity, which would preclude all extraneous thoughts. Approaching Mordath with a swaggering gait, Taz threaded around chairs and tables. The Norseman ignored him. Upon arriving at the corner table, Taz hooked a chair with his foot, thrust it backward between his legs, and leaned across the carven rail of its back. “Mind if I join you?”
Mordath’s eye’s glimmered, blue-green. His accent echoed Moonbear’s, but his words sounded more crisp and refined. “Would you have me tell your future?”
Shifting in his chair and trying to look nonchalant, Taz replied, “If you’d like.” Beneath the table his fingers crept toward the other man.
Sloshing the last mouthful of wine, his hand made circles on the glass, and he made an arching gesture with his other arm. Taz’s hand skittered from the fox fur-lined trim of Mordath’s robe to the corner of a pocket. He edged his fingers inside and came upon a smoothed, rectangular gemstone.
“I see a sudden, violent death at the whim of an irate Dragonrank sorcerer.” Mordath’s voice had a sibilant quality.
Taz winched, hoping the Norseman’s rage was channeled at him merely because of his presence rather than due to awareness of the theft. A sharp burst of adrenaline made Taz’s hand shake, hampering his effort to grip the stone.
Mordath’s fist crashed against the tabletop. “Witless servant! Leave before I set you and this broken down box of timber to flame.”
Recoiling Taz used the movement to flick the stone into his palm. By raising both hands in a gesture of surrender, he slipped it into his breast pocket. “Forgive me. I didn’t mean to anger you.” He stood hurriedly
Mordath’s feline eyes narrowed, and his gaze focused beyond Taz. He raised his arm with the bold commitment of a dancer, and from habit Taz retreated past the range of a physical blow. Taz wondered could this man really be a sorcerer? The very idea seemed ludicrous, yet doubt clung in Taz’s mind. Suddenly Mordath’s thumb and middle finger pressed together and then separated with a distinctive snap. His forefinger beckoned. From the periphery of his vision, Taz glimpsed Karl approaching, wine bottle in hand.
Mordath only wants a drink. The realization made Taz feel foolish. He walked away, back toward the bar with confidence in his stride. He dropped onto a stool. Like vultures, the drinkers surrounded Taz. Tabbert hissed. “Did you take something?”
Briefly Taz glanced over his shoulder and saw Mordath sipping his freshly filled wine glass, head tilted to the ceiling. Karl was bustling toward the bar. “Yes, I took . . .” He paused dramatically. “. . . abuse.”
Willamar loosed a guttural noise. Taking out his PAC, his fat companion handed it over to Tabbert, obviously paying a private wager on Taz’s presumed failure.
Quick as fire, Taz hooked the fat man’s sleeve. “I also took this.” Retrieving the gemstone, he tossed it casually to the countertop. It was a jade, milky green and intricately cut and shaped to resemble a faceted diamond, twin to the stone, which graced the clawed tip of Mordath’s staff. An oil lamp behind the bar carved shadows on its flattened surfaces. Abruptly, light spread like a spider along each edge, intensified to glaring white, and exploding in a flash as brilliant as lightning.
Taz leaped to his feet. His stool tumbled to the floor. Oblivious to the shocked gasps of his companions, Taz glanced across the room. Mordath rose. His eyes wrenched open as wide as unshuttered beacons, and the object of his scrutiny was obviously the jadestone on the bar.
Words failed Taz. The quick wit, which had rescued him from violence in the past, seemed to have abandoned him completely. He clamped a damp palm over the stone and whisked it into his pocket. The effort was ill spent. There could be no doubt Mordath had seen it.
Mordath’s hand drifted to his violated pocket, and his lips oozed into a smile. His mouth writhed open in soundless laughter. He tossed down the last mouthful of wine and strode across the room disinterested in the worried stares of everyone present at the bar. Through the door and out into the night he went. The click of the latch echoed loudly in the oppressive silence of the common room.
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Gavin watched out of the corner of his eye as Taz stalked away from the table and exit through the entrance in which he and his female companions had entered through a short time earlier. His mind puzzled over the strange bit of conversation he had overheard and wondered what it meant. If only he had been able to hear everything that had been said! He was still pondering over the conversation he had eavesdropped on when the sound of a fist crashing down upon a tabletop nearby startled him.
An angry, male voice reached his ears a moment later."Witless servant! Leave before I set you and this broken down box of timber to flame."
Gavin cocked his head back towards the table from which Taz had walked away fom to see Karl storm away from it as well and leave the bar with a wine bottle in his hand. He turned his head back around to listen to what Jasper was saying, only to find his attention directed once again towards the entrance as a drunken Taz re-emerged from outside and drop down on a stool and was surrounded by other drinkers.Once again he strained to hear what they were saying, without drawing attention to themselves, in time to see a fat man take out a PAC and hand it to Tabbert. Taz grabbed the man's sleeve as they all stare down at a glaring white light on the bar's surface. Then he leaped suddenly to his feet, making the bar stool he was sitting on crash to the ground.He glances wildly around the room, before grabbing something off of the bar and stuffing it into his pocket. A man with a staff in his hand walks out of the door, the click of the latch catching echoing loudly in the oppressive silence of the common room.
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Gavin watched out of the corner of his eye as Taz stalked away from the bar. His mind puzzled over the strange bit of conversation he had overheard and wondered what it meant. If only he had been able to hear everything that had been said! He was still pondering over the conversation he had eavesdropped on when the sound of a fist crashing down upon a tabletop nearby startled him.
An angry, male voice reached his ears a moment later."Witless servant! Leave before I set you and this broken down box of timber to flame."
Gavin cocked his head back towards the bar from which Taz had walked away from to see Karl storm away from it as well and leave the bar with a wine bottle in his hand. He turned his head back around to listen to what Jasper was saying, only to find his attention directed once again back towards the bar where Taz dropped down on a stool and was surrounded by other drinkers. Once again he strained to hear what they were saying, without drawing attention to themselves, in time to see a fat man take out a PAC and hand it to Tabbert. Taz grabbed the man's sleeve as they all stared down at a glaring white light on the bar's surface. Then he leaped suddenly to his feet, making the bar stool he was sitting on crash to the ground. He glances wildly around the room, before grabbing something off of the bar and stuffing it into his pocket. A man with a staff in his hand walks out of the door, the click of the latch catching echoing loudly in the oppressive silence of the common room.
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Teaspoon-You lose some money
the little girl takes Teaspoon's money out of his pocket while he's asleep and buys a stagecoach ticket back east.
Jazzy-You fight or argue with someone.
she fights with Mike about telling the marshall where the gold is.
Cody-you fight or argue with a friend
Evie-someone close dies
the kid that runs away from the orphanage gets killed.
Betsy-someone important pays you a visit
Joey-You recieve a visit from someone in your past
Ginger-You receive a visit from a old friend
a kid from the orphanage finds Betsy.
Judy-You receive a promotion on your job/ make a big profit if youown the buisness
Mike-You receive a raise/profit for your hard work
Matt-You get in trouble for slacking on the job
Mike reprimands Matt for not covering the bar when he's suppose to.
Marshall-You are propsed to. YOu pruposed to someone
Ike-YOu tease somebody.
Ike teases Cody.
*****
Ike and Cody were riding along when all of a sudden a bear came running across their path about ten feet ahead of them. Startled the horses reared and both Ike and Cody fell to the ground. Ike hit his head hard on a rock and laid still. Cody groaned as his back landed hard on the ground knocking the wind out of his sails.
When Cody finally got his breathing back, he got up to a sitting position and looked around. He saw the bear about 50 feet away towering over Melissa. Cody crawled over to Ike, but Ike was out cold. There was no waking him. Cody didn't have much time. He feared for Melissa's life. He pulled out his gun intending to shoot the bear. He took aim, but he just couldn't pull the trigger. If he missed, he might hit Melissa. He wasn't in a great position to just hit the bear. And what if the bear was Bart? Maybe he wouldn't hurt Melissa if he rememberd Cody.
Cody shouted "Bart, Bart!" But Cody could tell that neither the bear or Melissa had heard him.
Prankster came over and nuzzled Cody. Cody grabbed a hold of the stirrup and pulled himself to his feet. He was going to climb aboard Prankster and charge over there, but when he turned to look at Melissa and the bear, it seemed that the bear had got closer to her. Prankster was a loyal horse and wouldn't ride off and leave him, but there was no way that he would get close to a bear. Without thinking Cody moved his left foot a little. He hadn't realized it before but his legs ached from the fall. He moved his right foot, and he was standing on his own. His legs hurt, but he was elated that he could actually feel them. He could tolerate the pain knowning that he could feel and move his legs again.
Cody started walking and then he began running towards Melissa shouting at Bart. At least he hoped it was Bart!
The bear turned and saw Cody approaching. Too afraid to move, Melissa couldn't see Cody, but she could hear him. Her fear subsided a little. Cody would save her. She just knew he would.
Running in from another direction, Melissa saw another man heading her way. Hopefully somebody would save her. The man took a red bandana out of his pocket and started waving it in the air and hollering at the bear. "Bart, Bart, No Bart!" Bart turned and looked at the man with the light red hair, but then he quickly returned his attention back to the young girl.
Before Cody or the other man could make it to Melissa, Bart striked. His paw came swooshing down. Cody and the other man stopped running and watched the scene.
Bart's paw hit the target in the head and sent the object sailing through the air. Melissa collapsed.
The red haired man made it to Melissa's side first, and as Cody approached, the man stated, "She's feinted." Cody nodded and then looked at Bart who was sitting back on his haunches watching them.
"Thanks Bart. Thank you." Cody smiled at the bear as Bart nodded his head. Cody watched as the snake slithered off. He was glad that Bart had been there. He might not have made it in time. The snake could have struck and bit Melissa, but Bart had saved her.
The man patted Melissa in the face, and she began to stir awake. "Melissa are you alright?" Cody bent down to examine her.
"I'm fine Cody." She stood up to prove her point. But she felt dizzy and almost fell back down, but the man caught her in his arms.
"What's wrong?" Cody was very concerned.
"Have you ate anything today?" The man inquired. Melissa shook her head. "I think because you have an empty stomach and because you were afraid that you just feinted. You're probably light-headed because you haven't ate anything."
"I haven't had anything to eat since yesterday at lunch time." Melissa said.
"Ike!" Cody said and he turned around and started heading back the way he had come. The man, Melissa and Bart followed. As they all stood in front of Ike, he was trying to sit up. Cody helped him. "How ya feelin', Ike?" Cody took off his bandana and wrapped it around the bleeding portion of Ike's head.
"Lets get them back to my cabin. We can fix him up and have some grub." The man said. Cody nodded. "I'll get the horses. Ike can you ride." Cody turned back just in time to see Ike nod a little. As Ike started to stand, the man and Melissa helped him to his feet.
Cody brought the horses over. "I'll return the favor, Ike." Cody helped Ike mount Shyster. "You ride with Ike. Melissa you can ride with me." Cody mounted and then pulled Melissa on up behind him. The man clambered up behind Ike.
"Cody, you're walking." Melissa stated as they took off.
"Yeah, I am." Cody turned and grinned at Melissa. She grinned back. There was lots of questions she wanted to ask him, but they could wait. Right now all she wanted to do was eat something. Her stomach started to grumble. It wasn't far to the cabin, and along the way Cody picked up Braids reins and led her along with them.
At the cabin they all ate some stew and bread, and the man that they learned was Curtis Hammertree, son of the old man that had raised Bart from a cub, bandaged Ike's head. Curtis had been back a few months and had discovered his pa's grave. Cody told Curtis what had happened to his pa, and Curtis was thankful that Cody had been there to aid his old man.
Curtis hitched up a wagon and put some blankets down in the back of the wagon. Ike laid down while Cody sat in the back of the wagon. Curtis sat in the driver's seat with Melissa beside him. With Braids, Prankster and Shyster tied to the back of the wagon, they headed for Dreamville. Curtis had told Bart that he was leaving, but he would be back in a few days. Melissa thought Bart looked sad because they were leaving and asked if Bart could come with them, but the fellas didn't think that was a very good idea. So Melissa had to accept the fact that Bart wasn't going with them.
>
> so you want Alethia and Caly to join the others at
> Jasper's table?
> J wrote:Jenifer would
> remain seated.
> Caly would look to Alethia unsure what to do.
>
> Alethia would move them closer to hte others slowly.
> then sww what Gavin thinks. after what Jesper said.
>
> --- "rpgwestern "
> wrote:
> > Hi J,
> >
> > I received your email to me about what Lee would
> do
> > next, so now it's
> > Caly's, Jennifer's and then Alethia's turn.
> >
> > Will Jennifer stay seated since Lee thinks it's a
> > good idea to listen
> > to Jesper's advice?
> >
> > What about Caly and Alethia way over on the other
> > side of the room.
> > Will they start to stand and head over to Gavin's
> > table cause he
> > called them, or will they wait to make sure that
> > Gavin and their
> > other friends are going to move towards the door?
> Or
> > will they be too
> > startled by the men coming into the bar that they
> > don't move, they
> > wait to see what is going to happen?
> >
> > Ella
> >
*****
It had been a week since Cody and Melissa had come home. Jacy had been very happy when they had finally returned around supper time the day after they had disappeared. Cody returned to his wheelchair, but he seemed very different since his return. He was happy and cheerful for a change. Maybe the little journey had helped him. Jacy crossed her fingers. She hoped that Cody would stay the way he was now, and not return to his old sulking self.
Melissa seemed to be alright, too. Seeing them both back in one piece had been such a wonderful sight that Jacy hadn't even the heart to scold them for running off. So it had been a wonderful reunion, except for Ike. Ike was laid up for at least a week or more depending on his head injury. Now the Pony Express was minus two riders.
Riding into town, Jacy couldn't think of their home life being any better. Well, except . . . if only Cody could walk again. But that just didn't seem like it was ever going to happen. Jacy don't think like that. She chastised herself. It was possible. She just had to have hope and faith.
Back home Melissa was watching Cody do some leg exercises. "Why don't you want to tell Jacy, yet.? Or anybody?"
"Because I want to wait. I think everybody should know it at once, and I think Jacy will be pleasantly surprised when I walk in Caller Bob's barn and can twirl her around the floor."
"I can't wait to see her face when she sees that you can walk again." Melissa's smile beamed just thinking about the scenario. Cody groaned. "Do your legs still hurt?"
"Yes, they do, but I take that as a good sign." Cody grinned. "It means their healing I think. At least it means I can feel them again."
"Maybe we should have a doctor take a look at you." Melissa said.
"Naw, I don't need a doc, and besides they have enough problems of their own." Cody said.
"Yeah poor Meg and Serena. I hope they find their babies and Daniel soon." Melissa caught a hold of Cody as he almost stumbled.
Cody waved her away. "I'm fine. I have to keep exercising my legs, so that they won't hurt. If I don't keep at it, then they won't get better."
"Ok, but don't overdue it. If you do it too much, you might hurt yourself worse." Melissa didn't want anything to set Cody's progress back.
"Alright doc Melissa," Cody smirked and then sat back down in his wheelchair. Melissa blushed. "Are you planning on being a doctor?"
"No, no way. I want to be a horse trainer. Tally's going to teach me when he comes back." Melissa wished he was back now.
Cody smiled. "I'll bet you'll make a very good horse trainer." He wasn't sure what that was, but whatever it was, he was sure that Melissa would make a good one.
Meanwhile back in town, Jacy had just arrived. As she was riding towards the PEG, Jewel came running up to her. Jacy stopped Trixsy and listened. "Jacy, come on, I've found the most wonderful dress for you to wear to the dance."
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Not wanting her surprise present to go to waste and not wanting her sister to be mad, she hurried after Jacy and caught her by the arm. “Jacy wait.” Jacy stopped and turned around with a scowl on her face. If Jewel was going to try and talk her out of hanging on to Cody then she wouldn’t listen. “But I thought you liked Kid. You’ve been doing things with him.” She opened her mouth to say something else but Jacy cut her short.
“I don’t like Kid, at least not in that way. I like Cody. I’ve just been going places with Kid because Cody keeps suggesting it, and I wish he wouldn’t.”
“OK, so then we need to get Cody interested in you. And there’s only one way to do that.”
Jacy lost the scowl on her face. “How?”
“By making him jealous.” Jacy slightly shook her head. She didn’t like that idea. “Yes, yes, yes. You wear the dress, have boys lining up to dance with you, and it will make Cody so jealous that he won’t want you around another boy ever again.”
“That’s a good idea, but he’s not going to the dance. He won’t see any boys lined up to dance with me.” Jacy gloomily said.
"Well then will have the boys come to you."
"What?"
"The boys will come to the house and ask you to the dance."
"But I already have a date to the dance. I'm going with Kid because Cody suggested it."
"Yeah, but the other boys don't have to know that. You can turn them down but Cody will see how popular you are and get jealous.
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"That sure was one fine wonderful wedding Jimmy and Lee had, wasn't it Teaspoon?"
Teaspoon nodded, "That was some mighty good food, too. We need to have them weddings more often", he said as he rubbed his tummy.
Caller Bob grinned, "I agree."
"I've been meaning to talk to you. We need to get another square dance class going. Grace, Jennifer and Lou needs to learn."
"I'll get right on it. I'll go over and have Jacy run an ad in the paper."
Teaspoon nodded. "I need to get going and make my rounds." He followed Caller Bob out.
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Marta saw Jennifer enter the dining room, so she went over to speak to her. "Good Morning!"
"Good Morning Marta!" Jennifer replied as she took a seat.
"Do you want your usual?" Marta asked with a smile. Jennifer nodded. Marta started to turn around and head back into the kitchen but she stopped herself. "You know I sure was surprised to find out that you were Ike's sister. I actually thought he was your boyfriend, not your brother."
"That's ok, I'm sure some others thought so, too. We decided not to tell anybody until the night of the dance, to surprise everybody."
"I think you did just that, and I saw the expression on Brandon's face. I think he was surprised the most, but I also think he was glad that Ike was your brother. I saw you dancing with Brandon a few times."
"I also saw you dancing with Aaron, too." Jennifer smiled.
"I like him. He's really nice. What about you? Do you like Brandon?"
"Yeah, I like him." Jennifer watched Marta enter the kitchen.
After breakfast when Marta was picking up Jennifer's empty dishes, she said, "Maybe we all four could have a picnic sometime. Sometime before it gets too cold out."
"I'd like that." Jennifer stood up to leave. She had to go and turn her article into the PEG.
"I'll mention it to Aaron, and hopefully he'll mention it to Brandon." Marta stated.
Jennifer nodded. "That would be good. Goodbye, I'll see you later."
Marta nodded. "Have a good day."
"You too!"
*****
That evening Ted came into the hotel kitchen to relieve Desiree from her kitchen duties. Desiree had a nightly performance at the saloon that she had to attend to.
"Good evening, Desiree. How's your song coming along?" Ted inquired.
"What song?" Desiree was confused. She didn't know what Ted was talking about.
"Remember the other day, your mind was elsewhere and you almost burnt the biscuits, but I saved them by walking in just in the neck of the time. You said that you were trying to think of some lyrics to a new song that's why you were preoccupied."
"Oh yes, now I remember. Actually I'm always working on new songs, but that one in particular has to be very special."
"Why is that?"
"Well, I can't say, but you'll know why when you hear it. That is if I ever get it wrote." Changing the subject, Desiree asked, "Did you have a fun time at the square dance social?"
"Yes, I did. What about you?"
"I did too. I was surprised to see Cody up and walking." Desiree took off her apron and hung it on the coat rack nearby.
"It was a miraculous recovery I heard." Ted stated.
"How so?"
"Melissa told me that he was eager to save her from a bear, not knowing that she needed saving from a snake and not the bear, Cody stood up and went running to Melissa's aid." Ted took to making some dough in order to bake some biscuits.
"That is remarkable. Well, I wish I could stay and chat all evening, but I have to go and get ready for my performance tonight." Desiree headed for the door.
"Good luck, on your new song that is. You don't need any when it comes to singing. You have the most beautiful voice in town." After seeing Desiree blush and smile, he turned back to his work.
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Dear Connie & Family
I received your card and the book the other day. Scott and I actually thought that you had sent me some pictures but upon opening it, I found that it was a book. Thanks for the book. I'll probably read some of the poetry to Scott later this week for Valentine's. Don't forget to send me some pictures. I need one of you when you were around 10 years old, and if you have one of you, Larry and the kids together, I'd like to have one of those, too. I'd also like to have a picture of Larry Charles by himself if you have one. I have several of you, Larry Matthew and Mark, but not many of big Larry.
I don't get home til around 7 Friday night, but I have a half day on Thursday, so I'm going to cook Scott a Valentine dinner this Thursday. After I get off this Thursday, mom and I are going to go and have our hair cut. Mine always gets so thick and long on top that it starts to try and part in the middle, and it doesn't look very good. I have to have it looking nice for this Saturday. This Saturday is our special Valentine Square Dance with our special caller, Tim Marriner. He's my favorite caller. I'm off this Saturday, so I'll be cooking some things to take to the dance.
I'm typing this while at work. I'm out back in the little back drive-thru, and we're not very busy right now. I want to get your Valentine's card off to you tomorrow, and I hope you get it by Friday.
We are planning a little trip to Graceland in June. Scott's mom has always wanted to see it, and I've invited my mom to go, too. It will be just a quick little weekend trip.
We are also planning another trip in August to Gatlinburg, TN. They are having their Square Dance Convention Aug. 14-16. We have invited 3 other couples to go with us. Two have confirmed that they are going, but the other one hasn't decided yet. Scott found a nice cabin for all of us to stay in. It has 4 bedrooms and 4.5 bathrooms. It also has a pool table and a spa that fits up to 6 people in it. It really looks nice, and with all four of us staying there it will only cost around $100.00 a night. It also has a little kitchen with refrigerator, stove and dishes so we could eat breakfast and lunch there and just eat out for one meal, supper. But Scott and I are planning on going up on the 13th and we'll be staying at a hotel that we've already made reservations for on that night. I want to go a day early so that night we can go to the Dixie Stampede. The other 3 nights we will be square dancing, and in the day time we'll all be doing something like we might go to Dollywood.
Did mom tell you that she didn't like that zipper jacket/sweater you sent her for Christmas because the sleeves were to tight around her wrists, so I took it? I've been wearing it to work. I paid mom for it though, so that she could get something else. I had just bought a pink and blue sweater to wear over my clothes this winter last Nov., but now I have it hanging up, and I'm wearing the one you sent mom. It's softer, and I like it.
Scott gave me a picture of the Bonanza map. He bought it off of ebay, and I had Pam mat it and put it in a picture frame for me. It cost $60.98, but it really looks nice. It would have cost around $100.00 if I had got it done at Michaels. I can't wait to find some land and build a new house that has a western room, so that I can hang it up. I also got a stagecoach picture that Scott bought me off ebay. I'll need to get it framed, too.
We're still looking for land. There's a new subdivision springing up, but they haven't done much with it yet, so we're waiting to see what it will look like. I'm hoping that it will be the place for us, or that we will find some land soon.
Mom told me that you have to go to the laundry mat because you don't have any water. She also said that you won't be able to fix it until June. Is that correct? Man, that's awful!
Well, I can't think of anything else to write you right now, so I'm going to close for now. I'm going to type some on my Young Rider story. Write back soon! Take Care!
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He paced back and forth in the jail cell. He was glad that he had told them that his name was Tally Wagons, so as not to mar his good name. His trial was set for today. He knew he wouldn't get a fair hearing, but that's what he wanted. He stopped his pacing as he heard a noise. He went to the window and looked out. There was Samantha. What was she doing here? Before he could ask, she tossed a note inside to him and then walked off. He picked up the note from the floor and read it.
Oh no, this couldn't be happening to him. They had lost the sheriff. Well, it did say that they were working on finding him. He just hoped that it would be before the trial. If not he would end up the same place Samantha's brother was, a convict committed to working at the silver mine crew.
He sat down and thought about the last month or so. He had found Samantha, and him and Samantha had found Joshua. He was being forced to work a silver mine along with a bunch of other men. Joshua's crime hadn't really been a crime after all. The sheriff had arrested him because of some trumped up charge, saying that he had stolen the horse he was riding and the gun, too, cause no half-blooded Indian could afford a nice looking animal like that. One of the town residents had informed them of that.
Samantha had wanted to bust Joshua out of there, but Jedidiah had persuaded her not too. There had to be a legal way to go about getting him out of there. One day while Jedidiah and Samantha was watching the mine, trying to figure out a way to get Joshua released, they came upon another man doing exactly the same thing. He was watching the mine trying to figure out a way to get his friend out of there, too. All three of them rode off together, and they had lunch to discuss the situation.
Joshua Smith's friend Thaddeus Jones had been wrongly accused of killing a man and thrown in to work at the silver mine. Joshua told them that a respectable citizen had seen the whole thing, but she feared for her life, so she wouldn't testify for Thaddeus. The people fear the law here, Joshua had told them. But Joshua had a plan to trap the real felon, and to get Thaddeus and Joshua released, but part of the scheme had been for Jedidiah to get thrown in jail. Jedidiah hadn’t liked the part about him getting put in jail, but he would do anything for Samantha.
So last night Jedidiah had involved himself in a bar fight. He didn’t start it, but he did have a hand in finishing it. Sheriff Lom Trevors from Medicine Bow had seen the whole thing. The worst punishment for such a thing would be paying the bartender for the damages and a night in jail, but Joshua and Jedidiah were hoping for a sentence to the silver mines, so that Lom Trevors would have evidence of a corrupt sheriff and a corrupt judge. Lom could then call the Wyoming territorial Marshall in to investigate the judge’s books to see who else had been sentenced unfairly.
Unfortunately the trial was set for noon, and Lom Trevors was missing. Jedidiah hoped that Joshua would find the good sheriff and have him there in the courtroom when he was tried. When Lom had arrived in Horse Creek, he had come incognito, keeping his badge hidden, so that the sheriff and the judge wouldn’t know who he was. Jedidiah just couldn’t understand what could have happened to the sheriff. Unless someone had got wind of Lom being a sheriff, and the crooked sheriff and judge had done something to him. Jedidiah’s future looked very bleak at the moment. He hoped Joshua had some kind of Ace up his sleeve in case he didn’t find the sheriff in time.
Jedidiah hadn’t heard from Samantha or Joshua, and now it was time. Sheriff
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VICTORIA BARKLEY
Character: Major Role
Age: 50 (July 16, 1807)
Description: She’s 5’ 5", sky blue eyes, and gray hair. She's very wise, gentle, loving, and she tries her best to make Heath feel as though he's part of the family.
Father: Byron Stevens (Deceased)
Mother: Catherine (McGee) Stevens (Deceased)
Sister: Mildred
Sons: Jarrod, Nick & Eugene
Illegitimate Son: Heath
Daughter: Audra
Love Interest: None
Horse: Star Fire
SUMMARY
Victoria grew up in Beaver, Pennsylvania. She used to work in her family's shipping office, but when her parents died, she was taken in by her best friend's -- Julie -- parents.
She married Tom Barkley and started moving west where they finally ended up in California. They built a big mansion and called their empire, the Big Valley.
Tom Barkley died when the youngest, Eugene, was only 4 years old. He had organized the ranchers to fight the railroad who wanted to take over their land. He was killed by a hired gun who was employed by the railroad.
In her spare time Victoria likes to read and ride Star Fire around the valley.
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NAME- JENNIE REBECKA TERRY
CHARACTER- JOE'S GIRLFRIEND
AGE-17 (APRIL 1ST 1843)
DESCRIPTION: HER HEIGHT IS 5'8 SHE IS VERY SKINNY SHE HAS LIGHT BROWN HAIR. HAZEL EYES. SHE IS A VERY NICE GIRL SHES VERY RESPONSIBLE VERY MATURE, SHE GETS ALONG WITH EVERYONE SHE MEETS. SHE IS SHY AT FIRST THEN WHEN YOU GET TO KNOW HER YOU WILL LIKE HER ALOT.
FATHER- RICHARD GRAHAM TERRY JR
GRANDMOTHER-KATE (LYLE) TERRY
GRANDFATHER- RICHARD GRAHAM TERRY
MOTHER-PATRICIA (HALPIN) TERRY
GRANDMOTHER-RUBY HALPIN
GRANDFATHER-JOHN HALPIN
JENNIE'S SISTER- RACHEL (TERRY) GROSHELL
JENNIE'S BROTHER- DANIEL GRAHAM TERRY
HORSE-TOBY
JENNIE HAS LIVED IN VIRGINIA CITY NEVADA ALL HER LIFE SHE LIVES WITH HER PARENTS ON A RANCH NAMED THE FORTNIGHT RANCH. SHE IS THE YOUNGEST IN HER FAMILY SHE HAS A SISTER THAT IS 25 AND A BROTHER THAT IS 21 SHE IS VERY CLOSE TO HER FAMILY HER BEST FRIENDS ARE HER PARENTS AND SHE TELLS THEM EVERYTHING... SHE AND JOE HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS SINCE SCHOOL. AND ONE DAY THEY DECIDED TO BE GIRLFRIEND AND BOYFRIEND. AND THE TERRY FAMILY AND THE CARTWRIGHT FAMILY ARE VERY GOOD FRIENDS.
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sure thats a good idea. um here are summeries for jennies 's family- okay jennies dad richard came to virginia city in 1830's he was a drifter for some time then he found virginia city and loved it so much he decided to stay and try to get a ranch somewhere.then one day he met jennies mom named patricia was working at the general store where richard would come in and out of there all the time so they met and fell in love. and richard has know ben cartwright for about 15 years ben helped them with there ranch in the begining.
richards bio age 40- richard is 6'fooot1inch he is very handsom has a good since of humor works very hard is a good christian man is a very honest man he has dark brown hair
brown eyes.
patricias bio age 41- she is 5 foot 6 inchs she is very pretty skinny likes to bake is a good christian woman-she has brown hair brown eyes and is loved by everyone.
rachel ( terry) groshell age 25 is married and has 4 kids her husbands name is danny rachel is 5 foot 9 very pretty and skinny has dark brown hair has brown eyes . she is a homemaker her kids names are. john, paul, george. and ringo. and there ages are john is 5 paul is 4 george is 3 and ringo is 2.
daniel is 23 and is a very good friend of adams. daniel is 6 foot 2 is very skinny and has brown hair and brown eyes. he is the wild child and gets into trouble alot he is hyperactive and always wants to be the center of attention.
