On her twenty-first birthday, Trix Malone saddled her horse and rode west.
The horse was a recent Triple Crown winner, raised and trained by Trix herself, and he was making record time.
"Where's the fire?" she asked. "This is the West. You're supposed to mosey."
"Meh, Kansas is flat and boring," he replied. "I want to see rolling green hills and what-not."
Trix patted the horse's neck. "Soon," she said. "We get there when we do."
As she spoke, something whistled past Trix's ear. An arrow! She leaped to the ground and instructed the horse to take cover.
About forty Cherokee warriors lined the summit of a low ridge a few hundred yards away, bows drawn. Trix muttered an incantation, and the sky began to darken rapidly as heavy clouds rolled. She summoned lightning from the heavens and flung it at the advancing party. The bolts struck an Indian leading the charge with a loud crack, and he howled in agony. The panicked braves dispersed with due haste and disappeared over the ridge.
The horse was awestruck at the spectacle. "Well, that was... different."
"Said the talking horse," Trix replied.
The horse was a recent Triple Crown winner, raised and trained by Trix herself, and he was making record time.
"Where's the fire?" she asked. "This is the West. You're supposed to mosey."
"Meh, Kansas is flat and boring," he replied. "I want to see rolling green hills and what-not."
Trix patted the horse's neck. "Soon," she said. "We get there when we do."
As she spoke, something whistled past Trix's ear. An arrow! She leaped to the ground and instructed the horse to take cover.
About forty Cherokee warriors lined the summit of a low ridge a few hundred yards away, bows drawn. Trix muttered an incantation, and the sky began to darken rapidly as heavy clouds rolled. She summoned lightning from the heavens and flung it at the advancing party. The bolts struck an Indian leading the charge with a loud crack, and he howled in agony. The panicked braves dispersed with due haste and disappeared over the ridge.
The horse was awestruck at the spectacle. "Well, that was... different."
"Said the talking horse," Trix replied.
