The Bent Nail Saloon.
- Thread starter CDaniel
- Start date
My January prompt (my first ever for Westerns) is here,
http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/showthread.php?p=6887875#post6887875
Enjoy.
http://www.absolutewrite.com/forums/showthread.php?p=6887875#post6887875
Enjoy.
*spit*
I think cray mighta' meant "peels off clothes" there, Marshal. I'd go cite the critter fir obscenity if'n I was youse.
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I think cray mighta' meant "peels off clothes" there, Marshal. I'd go cite the critter fir obscenity if'n I was youse.
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Not hardly.
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Born in Caleefornyaa, raised in Ohio, and now from Okiehoma. Been all over the west and don't cotton t' no close association wi' them easterners much.
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Not hardly.
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Born in Caleefornyaa, raised in Ohio, and now from Okiehoma. Been all over the west and don't cotton t' no close association wi' them easterners much.
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*eyes narrow...paws reach toward irons*
No offense, stranger. Jest tryin' to keep the place peacable is all.
*spit*
Here. Lemme buy you a drink.
*passes cray's Amex over to regdog (if they've invented Amexes by this time)*
No offense, stranger. Jest tryin' to keep the place peacable is all.
*spit*
Here. Lemme buy you a drink.
*passes cray's Amex over to regdog (if they've invented Amexes by this time)*
*spit*
Reachin' fer irons ain't bein' peacable, Marshal. But I will have that thar drink wit ya'll just t' shows how peacable I wanna' be.
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Don't 'chou worry none. I ain't up t' no good. Jus' passin' through.
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Reachin' fer irons ain't bein' peacable, Marshal. But I will have that thar drink wit ya'll just t' shows how peacable I wanna' be.
*spit*
Don't 'chou worry none. I ain't up t' no good. Jus' passin' through.
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Say, Harry?Y'all shoulda called me -- I reckons I've soaked up enough of the water trough to be used as a pretty good fire extinguisher.
*hides needle full of Propranol behind back*
Step over here for a second. Okay?
*eats a jar of pro-plus*
*necks twenty three espressos*
*listens to some mad-crazy euro-dance*
You called, m'lud.
*necks twenty three espressos*
*listens to some mad-crazy euro-dance*
You called, m'lud.
So, uh...where you been?*eats a jar of pro-plus*
*necks twenty three espressos*
*listens to some mad-crazy euro-dance*
You called, m'lud.
*readies needle*
Well, I don't see nothing but a man in a black suit with a shiny red torch ...
*turns round*
*sees the needle*
Er ... that looks sharp and painful and necessary.
*delivers fleshy part of self for a nice prick*
*turns round*
*sees the needle*
Er ... that looks sharp and painful and necessary.
*delivers fleshy part of self for a nice prick*
You say the nicest things about me, Harry.
*whips out needle from behind back stabs it in a downward motion toward Harry*
Oh.
Crap.
*pulls needle out of leg*
I'll be passing out now.
Sweet dreams, Harry.