The horse was mine and I was going to get him back,
what's mine is mine,they had no right in stealing him,
now those rustlers were going to pay . I had that horse
as long as I been alive,my own Pa gave it to me for my
birthday present.

I miss him, my Pa .

My Ma was still alive but she was old I took care of her
and I needed the horse to go into town too get some of
her favorite foods to eat,like beans and she likes apples
to,their good for you ,they keep the doctors away.

She was 92 after all the oldest person in town, the town
was just beginning to be populated by folks around here
right now theres a hundred or more of us here in Mighty
Spring River Falls .

Now I knew two or three men that would help me,I tried
talking too the Sheriff but there was a murder just yeste-
rday and he was busy with that. So I went looking for th-
ese men I knew. They agreed to help.

After I took care of my Ma we started looking for these
no good rustlers ,I miss my horse,Fandango.I thought of
getting me a new horse it wouldn't be the same .

Then after awhile after Ma packed us some beans and
other food in case this was going to take longer then in
fact necessary,as far as I was concern,it wouldn't.

I love my horse Fandango as much as I loved my Pa who
I missed too or my Ma,I was mad and angry and wanted
to take it out on someone,but I was going too wait to and
those rustlers were going too pay the price for what they
did too me  , damn them .
 

I'd want Fandango back, ever since I was a child my dream
was being a cowboy living on the west and wanting my own
horse,even horses to own like a ranch maybe or farm. I was
after all a little heavy . But no one knew not to mess with me.

Or so I thought,until Fandango went missing .My childhood
was pretty o.k., coming from where I did,thought the start
of the old west was bad for people you should had been in
fact where I came from .

 I came from a place called Wayward,not exactly a town
even I would tell anyone to live in, more then most Wayw-
ard had hobos,outlaws and just the bad end of it,but it was
my home ,I tried living there believe me, I was still young to
eager too please everyone but never succeeding,I tried my
hand at everything,blacksmith,bar owner,even Deputy,but
getting shot where i can't mention where,didn't help me too
impress anyone .

It got so bad a hobo was Sheriff in time,the original sheriff
was killed,no one else knew what to do, but that was when
I decided to leave Wayward .