Magic Dust

coastaldrifter6 said:Bang!

If someone else won't step up—then I guess it falls on me.☕

Whew...🤣 🤣 🤣

If I actually managed to land a hit on Pat, then I might as well just disappear.

I can't really say much about that—just my two cents, honestly. [Username] says:
Man, you're such a coward. 😍

Maybe if Tempi sorts things out so those Indians can just snatch you up—you'll be cruising without a care in the world, haha. 😁😁

Nah, this is probably Nathan Jones98's last post on this board—so you guys have a golden opportunity to bury me.

coastaldrifter6 said:If I actually managed to land a hit on Pat, then I might as well just disappear.

I'm not gonna let you pull that crap.

Nathan Jones98 said:

I can't really say much about that—just my two cents, honestly. [Username] says:
Man, you're such a coward. 😍

Maybe if Tempi sorts things out so those Indians can just snatch you up—you'll be cruising without a care in the world, haha. 😁😁

Nah, this is probably Nathan Jones98's last post on this board—so you guys have a golden opportunity to bury me.

I'm not gonna let you pull that crap.

Missing the target coastaldrifter6 was gripped by a sudden wave of panic. He squeezed the trigger of his Colt feverishly, but all that could be heard was the frustrating... click... click... click...
Nathan Jones98 calmly lowered his hand, holstering the pistol. He then rode his horse slowly toward the center of the ranch. Looking out at those gathered, he said...

"Who knows? Maybe one day we'll be riding through some other dust again!" With that, he spurred his horse toward the fence.

With inexplicable ease, he cleared the barrier in a single jump. Galloping down the prairie, guided by some internal instinct, he let out a full-throated roar... Geronimooo!!!

Damn... I just didn't have the heart.
Good luck!

coastaldrifter6 said:If I actually managed to land a hit on Pat, then I might as well just disappear.

If you’d actually landed a hit on Pat, you wouldn't even be around to talk about it...

think that dust is actually gonna settle? 🍿

Shake your head left and right—maybe you'll come to your senses. Edward Howard2 noticed the black pig closing in on him. Bracing his hands against the dirt, he tried to pull himself up, but he was too dazed to manage anything more than a shaky rise—just enough to catch a heavy moccasin strike straight to the jaw. The black pig had seen Edward Howard2 struggling to stand, quickened its pace, then sprinted forward, landing a perfectly aimed blow that sent Edward Howard2 several teeth flying. He scrambled onto his horse, letting out a sharp whistle to signal the Native Americans moving up the ridge toward Nice. Galloping hard, he chased after the stunning lady.

Standing face-to-face, rustycobra32 and TBF sized each other up for a moment before TBF made a slow, deliberate move toward his shirt pocket. Pulling out a folded scrap of paper with the same steady motion, he offered it to the young warrior. (rustycobra32, you've got a choice: take the note or knock it out of his hand and throw TBF)

Nice had just reached the crest of the hill when the black pig pulled up on a horse right beside her. Leaning her hands on her knees, Nice bent over, taking several deep breaths to recover. She smoothed her hair, then, with a sudden movement, hitched up the right side of her dress. A beam of sunlight hit her pale thigh, flashing with a glimpse of pure femininity. The pig was only a few yards from the ridge, absolutely blinded by the sight. Even the horse wasn't immune; it reared up violently, nearly tossing the big chief. Once his eyes adjusted to the glare, the black pig could clearly see a silk harness with a black and red pattern, from which two cards were hanging. Yellow and red. With a fluid motion, Nice slid her hand down her thigh, using her index and middle fingers to delicately pluck the red card from the harness. Bringing the card to her lips, she gave it a soft kiss before flicking it toward the black pig, whispering barely audibly... "perma!"—
The black pig wasn't black anymore. It turned gray, then, in one sudden contraction and expansion of reality, vanished from the space and time of the universe it knew.



Meanwhile, the train crossed the bridge, passing over the spot where the unexploded dynamite lay. The car came to a halt, and Jason Campbell70 and Vuco climbed down, watching Kamui Kobayashi approach. Maldonado was particularly fast; he lost control of his horse for a second and plowed straight into the unfortunate Terry Carter2, trampling him at a full gallop just as the guy was trying to scramble up from the ground.

"Dammit! You can't ride like that." Vuco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy... stuff happens," Jason Campbell70 said, trying to calm him down.
"Stuff happens? It always happens. Something always goes sideways. Happened in '41, happened in '91... it always happens," Vuco snapped, still gesturing wildly.
"Don't take it so hard. The deputy was a real piece of work... not a decent man, damn it," Jason Campbell70 muttered, patting him on the shoulder while explaining.
"If you want to know why he was a piece of work, well... look here!" Vuco said, turning back to Jason Campbell70.
"He was a piece of work because that deputy was against the rebels! Don't lecture me, it's not like I don't know," Vuco sighed resignedly.

The others on horseback joined them, and a heated debate broke out—one where people weren't holding back, whether it was with arguments or insults.
While the tension near the car was simmering, William Bennett53 hopped onto Tamburelo and trotted leisurely toward the saloon. Standing on the porch, Tyler Cruz32 cooled herself with a fan, reflecting on everything that had gone down. Seeing the sheriff pass by, she gave a slight nod and tipped her hat, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Picking up on the good vibes, the sheriff stole a few more glances at the young woman. He let out a hearty laugh as he climbed toward the saloon, but a wooden support beam caught him right in the face, cutting the laugh short as he slammed his head into it, blood blooming from his nose.Tyler Cruz32 was already pulling her pink revolver from its holster, sprinting toward the sheriff who was currently face-down in the dirt with a busted nose. Watching her run—especially with her chest straining against a corset that looked like it was losing its final battle to stay shut—made the sheriff feel like he was hallucinating. As those laces started to give way, William Bennett53 gave a bloody grin, completely unaware his front tooth was long gone.

To be continued...

The Sheriff set off at a leisurely pace............. 🤣🤣

So, William Bennett53 was staring at me quite intensely, which led him to pick his nose........... I suppose. 😬

After everything that just went down, I could really use a decent dentist right about now.

I suppose I’ve finally reached peak masculinity. I can now hold a cigarette in my mouth without using my hands, all while laughing my head off at the top of my lungs.
oh Tyler Cruz32... 🙂

Am I actually dead, or just severely concussed?
😁

Ugh, such a tough call, what should I even do now??? 🤷
Let's try to handle this diplomatically, maybe if I just take the paper right out of TBF's hands....🤣

swifttiger75 said:Shake your head left and right—maybe you'll come to your senses. Edward Howard2 noticed the black pig closing in on him. Bracing his hands against the dirt, he tried to pull himself up, but he was too dazed to manage anything more than a shaky rise—just enough to catch a heavy moccasin strike straight to the jaw. The black pig had seen Edward Howard2 struggling to stand, quickened its pace, then sprinted forward, landing a perfectly aimed blow that sent Edward Howard2 several teeth flying. He scrambled onto his horse, letting out a sharp whistle to signal the Native Americans moving up the ridge toward Nice. Galloping hard, he chased after the stunning lady.

Standing face-to-face, rustycobra32 and TBF sized each other up for a moment before TBF made a slow, deliberate move toward his shirt pocket. Pulling out a folded scrap of paper with the same steady motion, he offered it to the young warrior. (rustycobra32, you've got a choice: take the note or knock it out of his hand and throw TBF)

Nice had just reached the crest of the hill when the black pig pulled up on a horse right beside her. Leaning her hands on her knees, Nice bent over, taking several deep breaths to recover. She smoothed her hair, then, with a sudden movement, hitched up the right side of her dress. A beam of sunlight hit her pale thigh, flashing with a glimpse of pure femininity. The pig was only a few yards from the ridge, absolutely blinded by the sight. Even the horse wasn't immune; it reared up violently, nearly tossing the big chief. Once his eyes adjusted to the glare, the black pig could clearly see a silk harness with a black and red pattern, from which two cards were hanging. Yellow and red. With a fluid motion, Nice slid her hand down her thigh, using her index and middle fingers to delicately pluck the red card from the harness. Bringing the card to her lips, she gave it a soft kiss before flicking it toward the black pig, whispering barely audibly... "perma!"—
The black pig wasn't black anymore. It turned gray, then, in one sudden contraction and expansion of reality, vanished from the space and time of the universe it knew.



Meanwhile, the train crossed the bridge, passing over the spot where the unexploded dynamite lay. The car came to a halt, and Jason Campbell70 and Vuco climbed down, watching Kamui Kobayashi approach. Maldonado was particularly fast; he lost control of his horse for a second and plowed straight into the unfortunate Terry Carter2, trampling him at a full gallop just as the guy was trying to scramble up from the ground.

"Dammit! You can't ride like that." Vuco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy... stuff happens," Jason Campbell70 said, trying to calm him down.
"Stuff happens? It always happens. Something always goes sideways. Happened in '41, happened in '91... it always happens," Vuco snapped, still gesturing wildly.
"Don't take it so hard. The deputy was a real piece of work... not a decent man, damn it," Jason Campbell70 muttered, patting him on the shoulder while explaining.
"If you want to know why he was a piece of work, well... look here!" Vuco said, turning back to Jason Campbell70.
"He was a piece of work because that deputy was against the rebels! Don't lecture me, it's not like I don't know," Vuco sighed resignedly.

The others on horseback joined them, and a heated debate broke out—one where people weren't holding back, whether it was with arguments or insults.
While the tension near the car was simmering, William Bennett53 hopped onto Tamburelo and trotted leisurely toward the saloon. Standing on the porch, Tyler Cruz32 cooled herself with a fan, reflecting on everything that had gone down. Seeing the sheriff pass by, she gave a slight nod and tipped her hat, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Picking up on the good vibes, the sheriff stole a few more glances at the young woman. He let out a hearty laugh as he climbed toward the saloon, but a wooden support beam caught him right in the face, cutting the laugh short as he slammed his head into it, blood blooming from his nose.Tyler Cruz32 was already pulling her pink revolver from its holster, sprinting toward the sheriff who was currently face-down in the dirt with a busted nose. Watching her run—especially with her chest straining against a corset that looked like it was losing its final battle to stay shut—made the sheriff feel like he was hallucinating. As those laces started to give way, William Bennett53 gave a bloody grin, completely unaware his front tooth was long gone.

To be continued...

🤣🤣🤣

swifttiger75 said:Shake your head left and right—maybe you'll come to your senses. Edward Howard2 noticed the black pig closing in on him. Bracing his hands against the dirt, he tried to pull himself up, but he was too dazed to manage anything more than a shaky rise—just enough to catch a heavy moccasin strike straight to the jaw. The black pig had seen Edward Howard2 struggling to stand, quickened its pace, then sprinted forward, landing a perfectly aimed blow that sent Edward Howard2 several teeth flying. He scrambled onto his horse, letting out a sharp whistle to signal the Native Americans moving up the ridge toward Nice. Galloping hard, he chased after the stunning lady.

Standing face-to-face, rustycobra32 and TBF sized each other up for a moment before TBF made a slow, deliberate move toward his shirt pocket. Pulling out a folded scrap of paper with the same steady motion, he offered it to the young warrior. (rustycobra32, you've got a choice: take the note or knock it out of his hand and throw TBF)

Nice had just reached the crest of the hill when the black pig pulled up on a horse right beside her. Leaning her hands on her knees, Nice bent over, taking several deep breaths to recover. She smoothed her hair, then, with a sudden movement, hitched up the right side of her dress. A beam of sunlight hit her pale thigh, flashing with a glimpse of pure femininity. The pig was only a few yards from the ridge, absolutely blinded by the sight. Even the horse wasn't immune; it reared up violently, nearly tossing the big chief. Once his eyes adjusted to the glare, the black pig could clearly see a silk harness with a black and red pattern, from which two cards were hanging. Yellow and red. With a fluid motion, Nice slid her hand down her thigh, using her index and middle fingers to delicately pluck the red card from the harness. Bringing the card to her lips, she gave it a soft kiss before flicking it toward the black pig, whispering barely audibly... "perma!"—
The black pig wasn't black anymore. It turned gray, then, in one sudden contraction and expansion of reality, vanished from the space and time of the universe it knew.



Meanwhile, the train crossed the bridge, passing over the spot where the unexploded dynamite lay. The car came to a halt, and Jason Campbell70 and Vuco climbed down, watching Kamui Kobayashi approach. Maldonado was particularly fast; he lost control of his horse for a second and plowed straight into the unfortunate Terry Carter2, trampling him at a full gallop just as the guy was trying to scramble up from the ground.

"Dammit! You can't ride like that." Vuco shouted, throwing his hands up in frustration.
"Hey, take it easy... stuff happens," Jason Campbell70 said, trying to calm him down.
"Stuff happens? It always happens. Something always goes sideways. Happened in '41, happened in '91... it always happens," Vuco snapped, still gesturing wildly.
"Don't take it so hard. The deputy was a real piece of work... not a decent man, damn it," Jason Campbell70 muttered, patting him on the shoulder while explaining.
"If you want to know why he was a piece of work, well... look here!" Vuco said, turning back to Jason Campbell70.
"He was a piece of work because that deputy was against the rebels! Don't lecture me, it's not like I don't know," Vuco sighed resignedly.

The others on horseback joined them, and a heated debate broke out—one where people weren't holding back, whether it was with arguments or insults.
While the tension near the car was simmering, William Bennett53 hopped onto Tamburelo and trotted leisurely toward the saloon. Standing on the porch, Tyler Cruz32 cooled herself with a fan, reflecting on everything that had gone down. Seeing the sheriff pass by, she gave a slight nod and tipped her hat, feeling a flutter in her stomach. Picking up on the good vibes, the sheriff stole a few more glances at the young woman. He let out a hearty laugh as he climbed toward the saloon, but a wooden support beam caught him right in the face, cutting the laugh short as he slammed his head into it, blood blooming from his nose.Tyler Cruz32 was already pulling her pink revolver from its holster, sprinting toward the sheriff who was currently face-down in the dirt with a busted nose. Watching her run—especially with her chest straining against a corset that looked like it was losing its final battle to stay shut—made the sheriff feel like he was hallucinating. As those laces started to give way, William Bennett53 gave a bloody grin, completely unaware his front tooth was long gone.

To be continued...

rustycobra32 watch what you're doing so you don't end up like Traxdata😁
Also, did you notice we need to pick a new chapter🤣

Terry Carter2 said:Am I actually dead, or just severely concussed?
😁

You just got steamrolled by Jason Campbell70's logic. 😁

Jason Campbell70 said:You just got steamrolled by Jason Campbell70's logic. 😁

So I'm doing fine, just running a little hot!
😁

stormybadger8 said:
🤣🤣🤣

rustycobra32 watch what you're doing so you don't end up like Traxdata😁
Also, did you notice we need to pick a new chapter🤣

That's exactly why I’m leaning towards a more diplomatic approach to settle this...
Maybe I'll actually turn a profit that way...🤣

rustycobra32 said:That's exactly why I’m leaning towards a more diplomatic approach to settle this...
Maybe I'll actually turn a profit that way...🤣

Exactly...
The two of us will just cut a deal and get it in writing.😁
The only problem is finding a notary out here in the middle of nowhere.🤣

stormybadger8 said:Exactly...
The two of us will just cut a deal and get it in writing.😁
The only problem is finding a notary out here in the middle of nowhere.🤣

That’s exactly why the Native Americans were wiped out in the first place, because they kept being handed these ironclad legal documents to sign... and now we’ve even got public notaries getting involved in the mix too...🤣

Am I really supposed to just sit here and take this dust in my face? Huh? 😬

I could even handle some of my mom's cooking... no big deal 😬 🤣

rustycobra32 said:That’s exactly why the Native Americans were wiped out in the first place, because they kept being handed these ironclad legal documents to sign... and now we’ve even got public notaries getting involved in the mix too...🤣

And $17 please, for the love of God, 🤣