Guns could be heard outside but I didn't care I was going to finish my beans before I shot the deputy in fact it was me who shot the Sheriff,he laid dead now as a crowd gathered but I was going to finish my beans,I love beans but who didn't this was the west you know,horses cowboys, the way we live to
was like the west but now it was the future but a lot of us didn't care for it to much,we wanted to live in the past we did,and to though it was the twenty fifth century to us was the early eighteen hundred.I finished my beans and check my gun I was
ready to fight that no good deputy .end.
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
Story inspired by life of the author's great grandfather, a Black Cowboy who kidnapped his Native American bride after a cattle drive from Waco, TX to Dodge City, KS. Their story, him a master horseman and her a trained to be a healer with herbs and
