Chapter 1
DEAD END'S
Three colonels attack a town together
But The Spire awakens and swallows them all!
Now they're stranded in a desert hell from which there is no escape!
Dark Tower
Colonel Wilkinson awoke. It was odd to say the least that he didn't walk to the edge of the bed and leap off it awake! But it was night-time and he didn't see a reason to re-light the candles that lay around. It had to be dusk at least he thought! It was off in the distance their next day came, like the town they'd assault and get all the riches it had buried beneath the old court house!
Colonel Vanderbilt tweaked his mustache-whiskers and kicked his horse with all his might! His spurs dug into it and spooked it off on a mean run! "YEE-HAW!" the ex-cowboy jeered as he led his team towards the town! It had no name. It was a dugout, fierce and spun in the mists. It hadn't lacked for a thing! Cobbler's store at the entranceway, courthouse in the back, prison, bars and stores, you name it! It even had the biggest tavern you'd ever seen, the Weeping Willows, a bar and stagehouse! It was like nothing else out there! Music blared from day to night and on and on again! Never once was it full! There wasn't enough room in town for that! Standing over four stories tall and buried in the clouds, they called it Willows on the Mount to just dine at the hotel which served chocolate and corn muffins in the morning! Colonel Vanderbilt, Jean Claude, didn't care for it! He lit it up! Ordering "Men, awaken hell on earth!" they threw molotov's at it! Burning cinderpire and worstwull ever! It smelled dank and barren out there! It was a keel-haul that a'fired them! Off to the side, his trusty Walthingham 99 Rebel II hung at his waist! A custom-gun, it hadn't missed a day of use! Not since brass was free and to fire it felt so good! Colonel Vanderbilt worked the town like a champ! It was doomsday!
Colonel Nightingale Fellows roused himself to a slumber! It was too damn early to call it a day! But he began drinking right out of bed as was as normal a day as it got around here! Ghosts, Pinkerton men and jivvy hoot's! All the damn day's these were ill for the caw! It was cahoot's he was bingin' on, not fair spirit's! Ol' Galloper's Mean Old Whiskey XXX hang at his fingertip's when his boys walked in! "Now, what is it?" he spat! Shooting them a look that could kill, the old calliper mean-whistled to his boys and off they went! They were late! Not to care, Colonel Wilkinson, Sam Levy, was on the case! Pinkerton agent's would be called to hoose-cow the motherfucker's! It was doomsday! Doomsday! Doomsday! And the three colonel's played it like it was a hot-chase! Indians had been called upon to light the town up! Later that night, before dawn, the Horse Crow indians who had recently partnered with the Crows would become the new town's owners! So they'd better be quick, they knew!
Chapter 1
All Fore the Fire's of Fury and a Thousand Sun's of Safety Thereafter!
"For any man's a thief, in the dead of a night/Collapsed sun's, territory lose and stolen! Become one and tie me off!" - Another bartender's mean old gilted wail of a songtale they shared with the colonel's while drunk! It seemed as if a portent of doom! to the drunken three, but that morning they made off safely and sound! Good bye, mean old bartender! Goodbye, chums! And don't forget to come back! We won't, they shouted and rode off! Chapter 1 END Sidetale of a Fellowship: Forgotten Reigns is the title of the book at the end of this chapter! Read it online at klayton.fixt.com if they let me! Scott Saddles Forth & Up! Druguser to come soon! Be not a man, nor a woman? In peace. FIRESIDE WISDOM AND CAHOOT'S TO BEGINCONTINUE! Wallowupfull salt's and tales. CYBERCRUX is NEXTIME MATERIAL! FOLK'S. DIAMOND IN A CRUZ CRUEL BEDFELLOW'S AND MORE! MORESO TO BE HONEST, GENTLEMAN. MASS EFFECT 3.4 AFTERLAST'S NIGHT OF A TALE. DOWNHARD.
MANKIND
Ill need's a savior such as you! A quote from the future rang through their head's! They would have it - ALL THE GOLD! Fine fellows to be had around, the Federal Government seemed to say from their swaying button's and shiny gold badges! FEDERAL MARSHALL COLLECTIVE SQUAD, ARMY OF THE U.S.A. COLONEL hung before eaches breast! SO COOL! they thought! WE'RE FIELD MARSHALL MATERIAL FOLKS! as they shot off! They cornered the town's square. Not a soul in sight! Ghost's reckoned one, you know who, if you dared read first, shot them all! Not a town's soul left in it! Alive! Through-Ai-Ai! One screeched in the dust that settled! And it was done! The town was freed of all life that used to live there previous to their entrance in a hoot and a hollerin' band of blood! Glory! They guided their men beneath the Courthouse and scrambled to dig up the treasure! They had 13 hours before the assault! They couldn't miss a boot! "SCRAM!" Colonel Wilkinson screamed at Jeb the Bartender! Jeb got out of there with a bullet in his sternum! Colonel Wilkinson had shot him through the breast! His shirt red and bleeding, he fell to the floor! Crashing through it, Colonel Wilkinson stepped outside! He lit his cigarette off his boot! He was an old cowboy, too! It seemed to be in their blood! No cowshoe's about it, he wouldn't do the work! Colonel Wilkinson staid there and smoked his cigarette a while then hounded off to the courthouse happy as can be! Stung in the ears by smoke and glory, the town was dead, dead as can be! "Dead, dead, dead!" Colonel Wilkinson sang and danced to the courthouse with three bottles of Ol' Keggers Red & Blue Potch Whiskey XXX Turboblitzer, a special koenig's-brand of hootch whiskey that would slam their gill's until moonlight when their men would make off with all the gold! A real cowboy'sman would smear it with blood before they drank it! But a federal doesn't care! They didn't as they drank it down with cup's gathered to smoke off and sunder the realm of sobriety while men worked to the bone to sate them! Colonel Wilkinson, Vanderbilt and Nightingale were favorite's around town! "Now, toast this to the deadeyes!" they cried together in unison!