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Discussion in 'Reading & Writing' started by Jeff Tracy, Sep 18, 2017.
Wow, for a second I thought that was really me in my younger days! Good job, @Jeff Tracy
Ok Boss, what’s r next move. Ya jus hav ta give us r di-recktions. Is Indian can track anythin.
Reckon Y'all gonna have ter wait fer the next issue ...
HAVE YOU SEEN THIS MAN ... do not try to apprehend him as he is armed and dangerous ... if seen please send a telegraph by reverse charge
to Marshal Jimmy Beam at Gepen's telegraph office ...
Ahh ... smell the fresh ink ... it's issue two ...
Nothing could be finer than to be with my friend Ina
After the baaad guys.
Along with our friend Chrissy, she ain't a sissy
We're gonna get those bad guys.
@Ina I. Wonder @Chrissy Cross
After days of trak’en tha slippery (^$@$^&) Vinnie The Vowel, we got’em cornered now Angels. He underestimated us women, and my trak’en skills. Us Injens know wha we knows.
Sureshot, you take the west side, Cross Cut the east, you gals can shoot anythin. I’ll catch the back door, and Izzy will chew up whatever is tryin ta sneak out the front.
The Vowel better have a hoss somewhere, or it’ll be a draggin instead of a hanging. Maybe we should send up a smoke signal fer Young Ken an Sheriff Jimmy Beam.
Ha ha... @Ina I. Wonder you seem to have a talent for this.
@Chrissy Cross, We all have a bit of the comic in us. You just have to pull your alter ego out a bit.
Let’s see now, we know Cross Cut Chrissy is a sharp dresser, good with a gun, and as a city girl your refined in your gestures.
So build on that, and you’ll find a character that is fun to bring alive.
@Shirley Martin, Weeee’ll now we kno’ jus who the li’l gal with the banjo is, Sureshot Shirley Mc’Martin is a fine bard for this crew, an’ bein’ a sureshot ain’t a hassle neither.
Things are warming up as the adventure begins ...
Greetings from Aeioungland , here is Issue four ...
Now this might take awhile. I couldn’t find enough wood on top of this hill, so I had to improvise.
I have a knife just like that under my bed.
Promise me that if I knock on your window at midnight with champagne and chocolates you wont stab me ...