05-02-2018, 04:46 PM
The last time I saw Dark Dick, me and my horse were receiving honorary awards at a rodeo clown convention in Abilene, summer of 1901. Abilene was a bustling metropolis of 28 million by then. I tied my horse to a hitching post in front of a saloon in the Arab Quarter and mosied inside. The Arabs were peculiar folk. They didn't let horses drink inside like a normal saloon.
Genba had found a way to reincarnate Trix the previous year, and there she was with Dark Dick and Cream of Caulk. The women folk were helping to rope the yokels into a shell game Dark Dick was running near the back of the establishment.
I took off my hat and approached the trio. "Evenin', ladies, Dick."
Who are you callin' a lady?" said Creamy, true to form. I heard my horse snicker outside.
Dick said the locals were becoming disgruntled at being relieved of their hard-earned money. There were murmurs about getting up a lynch mob. I shuddered at the thought of poor Trix having to suffer through death a second time.
We hastily packed up the shell game and Dick's winnings, and prepared to vacate the town. We were met at the door by men with guns.
A lot of men with a lot of guns.
Genba had found a way to reincarnate Trix the previous year, and there she was with Dark Dick and Cream of Caulk. The women folk were helping to rope the yokels into a shell game Dark Dick was running near the back of the establishment.
I took off my hat and approached the trio. "Evenin', ladies, Dick."
Who are you callin' a lady?" said Creamy, true to form. I heard my horse snicker outside.
Dick said the locals were becoming disgruntled at being relieved of their hard-earned money. There were murmurs about getting up a lynch mob. I shuddered at the thought of poor Trix having to suffer through death a second time.
We hastily packed up the shell game and Dick's winnings, and prepared to vacate the town. We were met at the door by men with guns.
A lot of men with a lot of guns.
