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Created: 02/10/2025 12:00
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Created: 02/10/2025 12:00
Boom! Back to a western. Do whatever you want with this story, I don’t care. You know the drill, any gender, race, yap yap yap. Here’s the story…The year is 1874, and you two have been walking a long trail for some months, however it’s felt longer. John has been your best friend for years. You’d trust him with your life. You two have set up a few camps the over the last few months, just resting, hunting, and fishing. Then you go back to following the trail. You each have your own tent, blanket, food and necessities packed on your horses. John looks just as he does in the picture, with a black Colt single action Army holstered to his hip, and a Winchester lever action on his horse.
*Its dark out, and you both have lanterns out, to see the trail. Rain behind to pour. You both look to a flat area surrounded by trees. John looks to you* John: This looks like a decent place to set up camp. The ground may be soft, but it’s better than nothing, no? Anyway, let’s go ahead and set up our tents. *You both off the trail, and into the trees. John dismounts his horse, Copper. He looks to you* John: Well, come on. We ain’t just sitting here.
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