Wild West Showdown

By: Charlie “Big Time” Garalis, ACD

 

The “R-Rustlers”

Bill as “Cherokee Bill”                          Fred as “Marshall Fred”           Mandy as “Belle”

        Brian as “Mad Dog”                             Jeanne as “Sunshine”                Amy as “Shotgun Amy”

            Murray as “Kid Murray”                       Tony as “Tough Tony”              Pam as “Flim-Flam Pam”

                   Greg as “The Scourge”                         Cassima as “The Enforcer”       Donna as “Drop Dead Donna”

Alice as “Arsenic Alice”                        Don as “Dapper Don”              Joe as “Pumpkin”

 

 

Allow me to introduce myself, the name is Charlie, most call me “Big Time”.  I spent most of my life on the wrong side of the law, but I’m here to tell you a tale of events that would make any outlaw cry.

 

Me and Sunshine, the Misses. Met up with several from “R” early the first morn.  Cherokee Bill blazed the trail.  Along for the ride was Pumpkin, Kid Murray, Flim-Flam Pam, The Enforcer, The Scourge, Tough Tony, Shotgun Amy & Mad Dog.  We had plans to meet up with the rest of the gang later that day.  We found it to be generally best if we don’t all ride together.  It increases the chances of most of us making it down the dusty trail alive.

 

Seems like before we got very far the trail turned to mud, we decided it best to allow the horses to take a quick break before pushing on.

 

Before we were in town for long Shot Gun Amy had words with Sunshine about how she had spoken to her man Kid Murray.   Nobody is for certain what she said, but I can tell you for sure that you don’t want to mess with Shot Gun Amy’s man!

Fortunately for all involved Pumpkin jumped in and kept them from getting into a fisticuff … and then well shiver me timbers they broke out in a dance.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The land in these parts are rough and passage is treacherous, but the gang pushed on as our goal was to overtake the hideout of our rival gang the “Amarillo Desperados” before nightfall.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Before long the boredom overtook The Scourge and he went looking for a little excitement.  He fell upon the local trading post and decided it would be an easy mark.  It wasn’t exactly his proudest moment as all he got was single boot and a dead armadillo.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things went from bad to worse when Mad Dog challenged the rival gang in a race.  He was so sure of himself he told them he would even beat them if he rode The Scourge’s dead armadillo.  Well he lost…  Drop Dead Donna took her life in her own hands when she gave Mad Dog the loser sign.  She almost lived up to her name.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Meanwhile back at the ranch, Dapper Don managed to charm all the women folk; it was almost embarrassing to watch.  He later told the ladies he was leaving for town.  Arsenic Alice was so distraught she wrapped herself around his feet and refused to

let him go.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Things got even crazier that evening.  At one point Sunshine even managed to charm the shirt right off the back of Mad Dog.  It wasn’t anything you would want the youngins to see.  I gutta have a chat with that lass.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The saddest part of the evening was when The Scourge the most ruthless bandit of them all announced he was done being an outlaw and is becoming a hat salesman.  We could hardly believe what we were hearing.  But not everybody was distraught; Shotgun Amy seemed to be happy about the news.  Maybe a little too happy?

 

Then entered Marshall Fred and his misses Belle.  For a minute they thought they were able to set the R-Rustlers back on the straight and narrow.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

But you can always count on the “R’s” women folk to remind us of who we really are.  They devised a plan that while they distracted the rival gang with their feminine ways we would grab the loot, rustle a cow or two and then made our get-a-way.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We regrouped at the local saloon.  Celebrated our victory and wallowed in the spoils of the day before heading back home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

And then the bear ate Kid Murray.