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This is the first part of a story that I've been kicking around in my head for a bit. It's a bit dark in the beginning, but if you all take an interest in it, I promise it'll lighten up a bit.

Prologue

"I'm older than I look..." It was always my stock answer for when someone inevitably asks why such a, from all appearances, young fella sounded so old. And truth be told, it was actually true in some ways. I am quite aged, not so much outwardly, but on the inside. Over the years I've grown weathered and hard in my soul. I guess that's the natural result of living for revenge, rather than love. That is not to say that my heart has never felt that joy, but as I lay here dying, I'm not exactly betting love will be tipping the scales as my merits are weighed by the Almighty.

As it stands, I'm in dire straights. All I can do at this moment bleed out slowly, and write. Write so that what has happened here might be remembered. Write so that someone might know of my triumph, and my folly. Write so that someone might learn from my mistakes. I can only pray that my blood starved brain can cobble together something that will make sense for whomever should read this. That is, should I ever be found...

Chapter One: That Fateful Day

First, it occurs to me that you might not know me, and that by the time your are reading this, I, and any recollection of my deeds, may have been dead for quite some time. My name is Moses Ironhorse, son of Daniel Ironhorse and Drusilla Wilde. I was named for my grandfather, the famous (or infamous) Gunslinger, Moses Wilde. My entire young life I heard tales of the legend who was my grandfather. A legend my mother loved dearly. But, though it made me proud to come from such famous stock, Moses Wilde always paled in comparison to the real life, flesh and blood hero that was my very own father. The unstoppable, unmovable Dog Soldier who was a legend in his own right among his people. Our people. I always felt that this hardened, noble man that few outside of my father's tribe knew of would always overshadow the mere myth of a grandfather, whom it seemed everyone had heard tales of.

I grew up on a small homestead just a day and a half's ride from Frontier Town. I could bore you with the details of my happy, albeit brief, childhood, but that is all irrelevant. Not to mention a bit hazy at the moment. So forgive me if I jump to the start of the journey that lead me here. Years and years of sorrow & joy, hardship & success, victories & defeats have paved the path to this point. To my death, true, but one well earned. And it all started the day my Parents died, right before my very eyes.

It was a cool day, I recall, when I was just fourteen years old. I was taking a well earned nap next to a stream that lay just a short walk from our home, dozing a bit, when the crack of a rifle shot snapped me out of my slumber. I figured my father was just taking a shot at some varmint that wondered to close. But then, another crack rang out. And another. Then several loud booming sounds that filled me with dread. I remember a wave of panic, followed by the thought that I needed to run home. I also remember realizing I was already in a full sprint toward the homestead before I could even think about what was happening.

The first thing I saw in the distance was that our cattle were loose. Second, I noticed that our barn, or what was left of it, was in flames. Then I noticed the Dirigibles. At least a dozen of them, hovering over the main house. They looked like bees I thought. Fiery, hellish, bees. The hands were shooting at them, but none of them were falling. They just kept raining waves of gunfire on the house. My house. Where my entire world rose and set. I watched as it was slowly disintegrated before my eyes. More booming shook the ground. It was Artillery fire. Four of them. Firing only occasional, precise volleys. And waiting behind them, like some demonic cavalry, were six Steam Gunmen. Little puffs of smog popping out of their exhausts, their soulless eyes watching my family, my very life, being destroyed bit by bit.

I knew what the plan was. I could see what was happening plain as day. The Dirigibles drove my parents, the hands, everyone, out into the open. The Artillery were scattering them. Destroying any cover they might find, and keeping them from providing an organized resistance. And if they tried to run, the Steam Gunmen would hunt them down. Yes, it was a well thought out attack. There was a small steam army trying to murder my family. It was hopeless, and if I'd been smart enough to know it I would have ran, avoiding the sight that lead me on the path of vengeance. Surely, I would have known my family would be dead. Yet had I not seen the face of their killer, I suppose grief would have overshadowed hate. Which would have been a better fate I can not say.

Chapter Two: Hope Beyond Hope

My first folly was to have any hope at all. I doubled back away from the homestead, toward Uncle Remus' cabin on the edge of our land. Uncle Remus was away, but Sawbuck, an old Cavalry Nag he kept around for some reason, was there, just like always. I burst into the cabin and gathered what I needed quickly. Shotgun? Check. Shells? Check. Dynamite? Check. Matches? Check. Lack of the common sense the good Lord gave a Mule? Check.

I leaped onto Sawbuck, who seemed annoyed at being awoken from an afternoon doze that somehow lasted through a minor apocalypse, and torn off back toward the homestead. I had the Shotgun loaded and ready. We ran by the main house, and I fired at the Dirigibles as we rocketed by. (For an old nag, Sawbuck could really move when she was annoyed...) Just as I'd hoped, they turned and followed us. The Artillery fired, but they didn't have time to adjust as we zig-zagged our way towards them. I grabbed a small bundle of dynamite and lit it. I recall that time seemed to slow down as the fuse ignited in a flash. The bullets of the Dirigibles whizzing by my ears, the puffs of smog spilling from the Artillery exhaust pipes, and the rhythmic clopping of Sawbuck's hooves all seemed to drag. We charged on, right through the middle of the Artillery. As we sailed through, I let my fingers slip from around the dynamite.

I looked back as the flash went up. It seemed like it was a few seconds before the thunder of the explosion all but ripped the ears from my head. It didn't, but the chucks and shards of the Steam Artillery nearly did. I noticed that three of the Dirigibles were close enough to the blast to be knocked from the sky as well. “Ha! This is all too easy!” I thought.

When you're right, you're right. The tread of the Steam Gunman was slow at first, but soon they were gaining on me and Sawbuck fast! Their shots were so close that they ripped through my shirt. One of the Gunman had moved in particularly close, and I thought it would make a great delivery boy for my next package. I lit the second bundle of dynamite and pulled as hard as I could on Sawbuck's reins. She reared up, and I swear as she glanced over her shoulder at me she was thinking, “I'll trample you for this...” I threw the Dynamite in the Gunman's path, and a lucky bounce caught it on the undercarriage. Sawbuck and I whipped back toward the homestead, and the now highly volatile Gunman followed. We ran through the other Gunmen just in time for the blast to catch two more of the mechanical assassins. Three down, three to go.

Too bad I was out of Dynamite! Just as well. I could only hear the most muffled sounds and my head was throbbing from the blasts. I remember thinking how excited I must be to be sweating so profusely. I didn't realize at the time that it was the blood running from my ears that I felt.

My heart leaped when I saw the hands, lead by my father, holding their own against the Dirigibles. There were only four left. Surely we could handle the remaining attackers and live to tell the tale! And I have no doubt we could have, except I had forgotten: Steam Soldiers always have a human being controlling them. I suppose inexperience lead to overconfidence, and it never occurred that the engineer controlling these Metal Soldiers would have flesh and blood escorts. Or that perhaps these escorts were not your run of the mill hired guns.

The sound of the first shot didn't faze me. It didn't even sound like a shot. More of a pop with a tinny ring afterward. When Dirk's head splattered over my face, it was the first moment since I mounted Sawbuck that I was afraid. There was a second pop. And a third. And a fourth. Soon, only my mother, father, and myself were left standing. Our heroic comeback was over. Back to reality.

The last two Dirigibles circled overhead like Buzzards over a carcase. A single Steam Gunman was left. I was frozen. I felt my father touch my shoulder, and then he slowly pointed into the distance. There he was. A lone Sharpshooter. A tall gnarled looking Brave, with gruesome, dark war paint, matted hair, a weathered leather duster, and the largest eyes I'd ever seen. I swear on the graves of my forefathers, he was fifty yards away if he was a foot. Yet I could still see his eyes staring at us. At me! Those eyes were cold and focused. I knew that if I so much as breathed wrong, this Brave would snap off another shot and take me right between the eyes. More than anything, I wanted to cry. But I was still frozen.

Suddenly the sky was filled with a terrible screeching sound, as dozens of black, for lack of a better term, birds soared out of the trees. They dove at us. My father held us close as they nipped and tore at our clothing and skin. A cackle broke through the rush and flapping of wings, when at that moment these demon birds began to swirl about not ten feet in front of us. Slowly there were fewer and fewer of them. Soon they were almost gone, and in their place, was a Trickster Raven. Only it wasn't a Trickster. It was some deformed perversion of those warriors I knew. This one was bulky, broad, with cruel eyes, scarred gray flesh, and a ghastly smile of sharp, jagged teeth.

His wings rattled as he moved. With horror, I realized that these “wings” weren't composed of feathers, but of bones. Human bones. Fingers and hands to be specific. Some were old and dry. Some still had bits of flesh clinging to them. Involuntarily, I shoved my hands into my pockets. He saw this. Damn it he saw! And he laughed, because he knew I feared him. I looked at my father, who somehow was unmoved, and he said a name. “Elias Deadwind, The Unliving Raven...”

To be continued...
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Great start, Moses! I can hardly wait for chapter 3. More please.
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Woot! Encore!!!
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yay its kinda like dingos story
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*jumps up and down clapping with glee*


OMG Moses how brilliant! Your imagry is so vivid! Your way of incorporating so much of the game picture is phenomanal! Keep it up and I will be awaiting chapter 3 from the edge of my chair.

(its hard to perch here so make it quick please :))
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Hmmm, If I could take this and show it to my english teacher..A+++++ All the way!]



Amazing work Mosey!
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Bravo Mr. Moses!!

Very well written.

More please.


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Bravo Moses.

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Thank you all for your kind words! More to come soon...

I'm hoping no one minds, but I may incorporate a few of my good friends and other players from the community in the story as it develops. It just seems fitting since it was the people I've met that have kept me playing Bang! Howdy.

(Of course, no references would be negative.)
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But of course Mr. Moses :)

Feel free - however I don't have a clue where I would fit in .

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No more writing for you, Moses! Don't outdo me... Yours is too good...

I'll forgive you if you incorporate me :)
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No more writing for you, Moses! Don't outdo me... Yours is too good...

I'll forgive you if you incorporate me :)
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oooohhh will i be in it? can i be a zombie again?

hey wait has bill added more to his story yet?
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This is the first story I have actually finished from all of those in the forums. Excellantly written and I love the way you have incorporated the game into your story so well, A touch of realism and Bang howdy combined perfectly.

Keep it up and i look forward to the next part with anticipation.

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Seriously, I promise it won't stay this dark.

Chapter Three: The Devil Makes an Offer

The name meant less than nothing to me, yet it sent chills down my spine. Perhaps it wasn't the macabre nature of the name itself, or the unnatural abomination it represented that shook me, but rather the ease with which my father seemed to recognize this Raven. I didn't care how or why, I was just appalled that my good and noble father would have any sort of dealings with one such as Elias Deadwind. Here, standing before me seemed to be the living incarnation of everything my father stood against. I'd seen evil before, and many times since, but no man I'd encountered before or since would ever come closer to “pure evil” as this creature.

Deadwind took a step forward casually, as if we were all old friends about to sit down to supper. Suddenly a shout came from the wood line. “Bring me zat boy!” Deadwind was annoyed. He obviously didn't like being interrupted. I liked it even less that whoever was hastily approaching us seemed to be so at ease with interrupting one such as he. “Who is zis one! WHO IS ZIS BOY!” he screamed as he reached us.

Before us was a tall, exceedingly well dressed man. His suit was dark burgundy, and he had a tall top hat with a strange ornament centered on it's band a top his head. He wore steam goggles with red lenses that looked to be almost embedded in his skull. One couldn't help but notice his walking stick, which was quite ornate, if a little bulky. I guess I have an eye for detail, because the presence of a trigger at the handle caught my attention, letting me know that he wasn't carrying this accessory to help with a bad hip. All of these details were enough to make this man stand out in any crowd. But it was one detail that made him unmistakable. His left hand, built entirely from brass. Full of gears and small cylinders, yet surprisingly human in appearance. I'd never seen this man before, yet I instantly knew his name...

“Clok! Stop your foolish screaming!” Deadwind snapped. Gustav Von Clok, the infamous Tactician and Thief. I couldn't believe it was his steam army that was ravaging my home. It just didn't make sense. Von Clok robbed banks and trains for thousands and thousands in gold. Our family was modest and simple. What could we possibly have that would interest him?

“Zat boy is zee reason for... for ZIS!” Clok flurried his arms in the direction of the steam wreckage that surrounded us. “He has MURDERED my children. Brought from nothing into zis world by my own masterful hands. And you... You DARE call me foolish!” Deadwind seemed unmoved. “You can build more Clok. But what I want is unique... And I shall have it, one way or another! So leave! You are not needed here any longer.”

Von Clok turned to me with fury. If I could have seen his eyes I'm sure they would have been crazed with murderous thoughts. “Worry not. I will see to it that justice is done for your fallen... children...” I could tell that the Steam Soldiers meant nothing to Deadwind. Unfortunately, his sinister smile told me that I meant even less. “Very well...,” Von Clok murmured. He produced a small device from his coat and spoke into it. “Defensive Mode Engage! Return Course! Initiate!” I had no idea what that meant, but the lone Steam Gunman and two Dirigibles seem to understand perfectly well. Without hesitation they moved in a perfect formation and headed back towards the wood line. Soon they were gone.

Unfortunately for us, with Von Clok gone, Deadwind turned back to us. “Dog of War... How long has it been?” My father was long known as the Dog of War, but it was a name only his friends and allies would address him by. I hated to hear Deadwind speak to my father so casually. “No number of days would have been long enough Elias,” father said. “I told when you last we met, I would not suffer to be defeated. Not even by the likes of you! How low you had brought me that day, and yet! Gaze upon me now... See that I am reborn!” the Demon Raven boasted.

“Reborn? No, you are not reborn. You do not live at all. You are nothing, save a puppet for the Dark Spirits you sought to betray us all to!” I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and comfort in knowing that this monstrosity was my father enemy. An enemy he had defeated at least once before.

“Your judgment means nothing to me Dog of War. You are far too misguided for your thoughts to warrant my notice. But... That could change... Look around you! In the span of less than an hour's time I have stripped away all that you know. See how feebly your men fought... See how easily we brought them low... See how you, your woman, and your whelp are here, at my... mercy...” They way Deadwind said 'mercy' was full of revulsion. As if the word itself were vulgar to him. “I offer you one chance. Join me! Use your talents and tools, born of darkness whether your choose to believe it or not, for what they were bestowed upon you for! Or else, die... Knowing I will soon after ply my well honed trade on your family...”

For the first time during this whole affair, my mother made a sound. It was a muffled cry. She clenched my father's shoulder. I tried to catch her gaze and appear strong, hoping to ease her fear. Only it wasn't fear I saw in her eyes, it was rage. In that moment, I felt it too.

Chapter Four: The Dog of War's Last Stand

“Choose!” Deadwind demanded. My father glanced at my mother and me, and he sighed. His shoulders slumped forward, and he lowered his head. I couldn't believe it... My father, Daniel Ironhorse, the Dog of War looked as if he was about to surrender. “I choose...,” he said, stepping forward, “NEITHER!!!” My father lunged forward with a swooping backhand. With delight I heard Deadwind's jaw crack as he went sailing back. Somehow he landed on his feet, but father charged on. Deadwind barely avoided being run over, but the Dog of War didn't earn his name by being sloppy. Father continued onward to where he had dropped his Tomahawk earlier and caught it off the ground with ease. He then produced a long dagger from the sheath at his belt. Turning to Deadwind, father simply said, “As it was before, it shall be again...” A simple prediction of the outcome, and one that apparently unnerved Deadwind. “No... No! NO!” he screamed as he leaped to the sky! The sickening rattle of his wings chilled me. He sailed toward my father, who slipped past his attack with ease and wounded the Raven with his dagger. “Yes!” I shouted. I cheered a bit too soon however, because Deadwind spun around, crawling father's arm. The flesh was badly torn, but he didn't seem to feel it.

There were dozens of these exchanges, and I was captivated by the battle. So much in fact that I didn't notice my mother back away for collect a six shooter from the ground. She was taking careful aim, waiting for the opportunity to fire. It was then that I remembered the shooting iron at my own side. I pondered whether I too should draw in the hopes of ending the battle quickly. But truth be told, I'd never in my life fired the iron. Rifles and shotguns to be sure. These where the tools of a hunter, and that was indeed what I was. But a shooting iron was the tool of a gunfighter. Gunfighters like my grandfather. In fact, the only reason I even wore the thing at my hip was because it belonged to him, and it warmed my mother's heart for me to have it.

My mother's aim grew more steady by the second. Soon, she found her mark. A shot rang out... And my mother screamed! I guess with the intense battle before us, it was easy to forget the sharpshooter, who was now a mere stone's throw away from us. I ran to mother and picked her up from the ground. It was only a flesh wound on her hand, but that gave me little comfort. I instantly knew she was spared only so Deadwind would have the joy of killing her.

“Enough!” Deadwind roared. That roar gave way to a scream, which in turn gave way to screeching. More of the demon birds... Billowing out of Deadwind's mouth with such force that the scrap and junk of the scattered Steam Soldiers was actually blown back. Father undid the ropes at his shoulders and produced the stakes tied at the small of his back. “A Dog Soldier is always ready for war...,” is what he always told me. With thunderous force, my father drove the stakes into the ground. He would not be moved. He crossed his arms in front of his face, tomahawk and dagger at he ready, and he waited. I could almost hear the thoughts in my fathers head. Sooner or later, Deadwind would have to stop. Then he would die. Enraged, Deadwind moved forward. The howling of his demonic breath grew louder and louder. Yet, father was un-fazed. Surely Deadwind didn't think he could force him back? Yet he continued forward. Blood was streaming from my fathers flesh as the demon birds torn at him. Still, not even a flinch. The stalemate must have been too much for Deadwind, because he got careless and drew too close. With such power that the tearing of the air was audible over the howling and screeching of the demon birds my father's Tomahawk sliced towards Deadwind. He barely jumped back in time, yet my father managed to slit the flesh on his throat, allowing disgusting darkened blood to ooze forth. With Deadwind shaken, father pulled up stakes and unleashed his fury. Deadwind was reeling, but still managed to avoid a killing blow.

Forced back, the Unliving Raven stumbled to his knees. Father leaped forward, tomahawk poised to sever his vile head. But as the strike fell, Deadwind caught his wrists. With terrible strain, Deadwind held my father in check. His eyes were full of malice and fear. He knew he could not hold back the Dog of War for long. Suddenly, the bones of his wings sprang to life, gasping and crawling my fathers arms. Before any of us knew what was happening, Deadwind's arms slipped from the wing and reached behind his back. In a lightning fast strike he produced two short machete and severed both of my father's hands...

It seemed like it took ages for those hands, and my father, to hit the ground. There was a sound of thunder ringing through my ears. It was mother. The image of her face, crying with such agony, haunts my dreams to this day. As she fell forward, the hellish cackle of Elias Deadwind filled every fiber of my being. I looked to my father, and the world went gray. There he was. Daniel Ironhorse. The bravest, strongest, most unmovable man to ever walk the earth. Defeated. This... This simply could not be. And yet it was.

“Yes... YES!!! The revenge I was promised so long ago is finally mine... Your hands will make a fine addition to my collection!" He spread his wings as his face beamed with joy. His gloating made me want to vomit, but a dry heave was all I could muster. "You should have joined me when you had the chance!” he said grabbing at my father's throat. “Surely I would have prefered to have the Dog of War wield the Soul Clever in the name of the Dark Ones, but no matter. I'm sure I will find skilled hands to spill blood with my prize.”

That's what he wanted. My father's tomahawk, the Soul Clever. Legend said that it was so sharp that it could flay the very soul out of a man. I'd assumed that this was pure myth, but it was true that even the hardest steel would not resist it's edge. “Oh what might have been... You should know, I plan on killing your wife slowly...” And with that, he twisted my father's neck hard and fast. His body convulsed, and then went limp. In an instant he was taken from me. This too, simply could not be...

Chapter Five: Wilde Blood Unleashed

Deadwind turned to my mother, approaching her slowly. “Don't not take this personally. Truly, you are nothing to me. In fact, the idea of killing you bores me. But then again, I did make a promise to an old friend, didn't I?” Again he cackled. “Murderer... You murderer!” Mother repeated this over and over. “Flattery will get you nowhere, woman.” he said with a smile.

“Get... away... FROM HER!!!!!!!!!” Later I couldn't believe the force with which those words rushed from my throat. There was a smirk on Deadwind's face as he turned to me. One of my most cherished memories is seeing that smirk melt away as my shoulder was planted squarely into his stomach. He hit the ground with a thud and scrambled to his feet. “Stand aside whelp!” he hissed through his teeth. Mother climbed to her feet and grabbed my shoulders tight from behind. I set my jaw and stared straight into his eyes. “STAND ASIDE!” he bellowed as he lunged, clawing my chest. Each rip in my flesh burned like fire, but I didn't move. He looked me over, and then turned away. “Stubborn as your father... Very well...” he whispered. “Take her!”

I blame myself. To this day, I blame myself. How could I not? When I heard the pop with a tinny ring afterward, I knew it was all my fault. I'd forgotten the Sharpshooter, not once, but twice. I suppose it's just a Sharpshooter's way, to go unnoticed until it's too late. She slumped against my back. I turned and caught her. The blood ran from behind her jaw, warm as it trickled onto my chest. I looked hard, hoping to find some sign of life in her eyes. But there was nothing. That was it. Everything... I'd lost everything. There was nothing left to take. Nothing left to lose.

“Take his legs only. Clok will want to bleed him long and hard for braking his toys,” Deadwind said with ease, as if I posed no threat. How dare he? How DARE he?!? He'd just laid low the noblest of warriors and the daughter of a legend, and merely dismissed their son as if he wouldn't demand an answer for these crimes? “HOW DARE YOU!!!”

The still nameless Sharpshooter took aim. Without thinking, my hand found the iron at my side. As if possessed, I spun it from it's holster, snapping it towards the Sharpshooter. I squeezed the trigger, and suddenly his sniper rifle was flipping through the air. I'd love to tell you that was my intention, but in truth I was aiming for the center of his forehead. No matter. I ran forward, pointing the shooting iron squarely at his chest and let all five of my remaining bullets find a good home.

“Fool!” Deadwind said, drawing an ancient looking pistol. I wasn't about to give him a moment to take aim. I rocketed toward him, and he drew back his pistol, bracing for impact. Furious as I was, I was smart enough to know I wouldn't last long in a fist fight with this monster. I spun past him and ran toward my slain father. I tucked and rolled past his body, retrieving his tomahawk. I turned as a shot rang out. Instinct took over. I brandished the tomahawk as I raced back toward the fiend, thrilled with the satisfying zing that rang out as each bullet bounce from it's blade. As I reached him, he launched into the air. Just as I knew he would. I whipped around and caught his leg with the tomahawk as he soared over me. More dark blood oozed, much to my delight.

He landed and crumbled to the ground. I can't even describe the sounds he made as he writhed in the dirt. I walked slowly towards him, just as he had walked towards my poor mother. I was going to savor this. Take as much pleasure as I could squeeze from his death. After all, this moment of vengeance was all I had left. Once it was gone, I imagined I'd simply fade away. No matter.

He turned over onto his back as I raised the tomahawk high. “More like your father than I imagined. So be it... But he could not send me to the grave, and neither shall you...” No more words. Only revenge. Only justice. I brought the tomahawk down as hard as I could and struck... nothing! With a terrible screech, Deadwind burst into that hellish flock of demon birds, swirling and circling into the sky, over the trees, out of harms way. Echoing through the air, I heard his cackle one last time. He had escaped...
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That's not a short story, that's a whole book!!!
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That's not a short story, that's a whole book!!!

So what? It's a very good one. Keep it up Moses!
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Great, Story...TRIUMPH TRAGEDY!!!!!! ¬¬ lOL


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Moses, that was intense.

You write exceptionally well and I loved it. Excellent work!


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I think I have said it all already, Fantastic work.

I look forward to more.

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Instensly (sp?) fantastic.

/wants more.

I think tact has taken Dom's place in evilness...
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o.O

Am I really Elias?? OOOOO I hope so

Bwuahahhaahahahha!
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Am I really Elias?? OOOOO I hope so


Actually I'm going to make you his cousin Drake Mallard, aka Darkwing. So go ahead and change your poster to read, "I am the terror that flaps in the night!"

OK, who gets this reference? Anyone? Anyone?
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Actually I'm going to make you his cousin Drake Mallard, aka Darkwing. So go ahead and change your poster to read, "I am the terror that flaps in the night!"


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Rofl.

Anyway, i will stop spamming now and allow you to give us all some more story.

Keep it up Moses.
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The end of the beginning...

Chapter Six: No Time to Mourn

Minutes... Hours... Days... Who knows how long I sat there on the blood stained ground, clutching my father's Tomahawk. It was a muffled sound that slowly drew my attention. Who knows why I cared at that moment, but I pulled myself up and lumbered towards the noise to investigate. The barn was all but demolished. A mere skeleton of a building. The doors and great portion of the wall that held them were largely in tact. The sound again, coming from inside. Is that...? Groaning?

Perhaps some poor heifer was trapped when the roof collapsed. I would be charitable and put the poor beast out of it's misery. There had been too much suffering on our land today. Our land... I guessed a that moment I should say my land. After all, I was the only one left to rebuild. I decided not to think about how impossibly hard that might be to do on my own, and resumed searching.

Then I heard it. “help... help me please...” Someone was trapped! I rushed into the remains of the barn. The smoke and ash was still heavy in the air. I could see glowing embers, the remains of the fire that devoured this place, here and there. I looked frantically about, but saw nothing. Maybe I was just imagining it. After all, it was the thought of being alone that had kept me paralyzed earlier. Without my mother and father to help me, without someone to live with and love, someone to keep living for, was purpose did I have? The thought that there was someone here, someone I could save, gave me hope. Briefly. I turned, looking outside the doors, and I saw a willow tree at the far edge of the land, next to the only road from the homestead to Frontier Town. I wondered, if I hung myself from that tree, what would father think? Would he care? Would I get to see him and mother? I wondered, was being dead painful?

“Moses... please... it's too heavy...” I whipped around in a panic! I HEARD that! That wasn't in my head! Where... WHERE??? The loft! It had fallen when it's support had apparently been blasted away. I rush over, throwing debris out of the way. A smoldering plank here, a portion of the roofing there, I worked like mad, not wanting to waste a single moment. Only to find nothing. I slowed, thinking perhaps I did go mad. The loft was huge. It must have weighed a ton. Who could be strong enough to survive being crushed by that? I sat down in the midst of the debris. Ghosts... I guess that's my fate. To sit here and be tormented by ghosts.

It was so slight, I could have easily missed it. The tiniest of movement. A section of the roof was sitting on top of the loft. And protruding out, just barely, was a hand! I literally leaped from the ground and with a mixture of urgency and panic lifted and strained until I hoisted the fallen roof up with my bare hands. “Dugan!” I shouted in a panic.

Dugan Macabe, an old hand and Shot Caller. If I would have had to bet who would have been tough enough to survive, it would be him. “Thank God...,” he wheezed through his coughing. “Young Mister Moses.. I... I owe you my life...”

“Can't... hold... it... FOREVER!!!” I strained. Dugan rolled with all of his might, clipping my leg. I lost my grip and the roof came down with a crash! We avoided being crushed, but my arms both felt like they made of uncooked biscuit dough. We sat there for some time, both of us in pain, although I was sure Dugan's was worse. Still, he moved first.

“Mister Moses... What... What happened?” Where to begin? I took a deep breath, “We were attacked. Everyone else is dead.” I was hoping that explanation would be enough. Already I could feel my mind unhinging. Reliving the tale so soon would surely drive me over the edge. “But... why?” It was a fair question I supposed. I gave the only answer I could manage.

I pulled myself up and walked to the Soul Clever. “It was for this. A... Raven... wanted it. I guess he was an old enemy of father's, I don't know much more than that. Only that he brought a Sharpshooter and a Tactician with a damned Metal Army here to get this. We fought back. We lost. Only, he didn't get the Soul Clever.”

Suddenly it hit me. “We need to hurry! Von Clok will soon rebuild his Steam Soldiers, and I know he'll want me dead! And Deadwind isn't going to stop coming after the Soul Clever. He knows I only got lucky... WE HAVE TO GO!” Dugan looked bewildered. “Von Clok? The Train Robber and Highwayman? And what's this Deadwind you're going on about???”

“Elias Deadwind. A foul abomination that has assumed the form of a Trickster Raven. He murdered my father.” I said. “Murdered Mister Daniel! The fiend! We.. We must demand justice for this Mister Moses!” He sprang to his feet as if the anger in him had fully restored him. “I do make such a demand Dugan. But not you... Please, you're all I have left.” All I could do was plead.

He saw the pain in my eyes. He placed his hand on my shoulder, “Begging your pardon young Sir! But I can't simply walk away. You father was like a brother to me. He was my closest friend. I have no other family, as you well know. Please Mister Moses, don't ask me to leave your father unavenged...” I slumped down, “I wouldn't dream of it. I swear, I will avenge father... But you're wrong... You do have family. You have me, and I have you. Right now, you're all I have. But believe me, I know what will happen if Deadwind finds you. He'll take you from me too...” I couldn't hold back the tears, “I WON'T LET THAT HAPPEN!!! Don't you see?!? You're all I have left! He's not taking you too! I WON'T LET HIM!!!!”

I beat my fists against Dugan's chest. He grabbed my hands, and took me in a vice grip of a hug. I never told him, but I was sure my ribs were about to crack. “Alright lad... It's alright... Don't you worry, Ol' Dugan is not about to go anywhere. Don't worry...” He let go, and I leaned against a miraculously undisturbed saw horse. “Well young Sir, you are right, I'm all you have left. But that means this land now belongs to you, and I'm your hand now. So! What do you need me to do?” I walked outside, surveying the aftermath of the most hellish day of my life. I turned to Dugan.

“First, we bury our dead. Properly! Six feet, not an inch less. They deserve it. I'll see if Mother's Gospel survived in the Main House too. Maybe I can find... something to say in there. Next, we have to gather supplies. Whatever we can gather, but we need to stay light! Deadwind or Von Clok will come soon, I'm sure of it!”

We worked long and hard. I admit, I paused to marvel at Dugan several times. The man had a Barn fall on him, and yet, here he was, digging along side me. Doing the work of at least three men from the looks of it! Eventually we were done. Dugan helped me take some planks from the house and carve grave markers for everyone.

We stood over the grave in silence for a moment. Then I began reading, “The Lord is my Shepherd. I shall not want...” The 23rd Psalm was Mother's favorite. I did my best and made it through without breaking down. I couldn't leave it at that. “Boys... None of us knew this was coming. If we had, well, things might have been different. There were just too many of them I suppose. Still, I saw. I saw all of you! Not a one of you backed down! Boys, we're proud of you for that... I... I'll never forget. Not a single one of you! Thanks, for everything.” Dugan patted me on the shoulder. Maybe it wasn't poetry, but I meant every word. “Mother... Father... I... I don't know what I'll do without you... B-But I won't forget what you taught me. What you raised me to be... I... I'll avenge you both! I... promise...” I fell to my knees. Dugan stepped forward. “Both of you. There's a lot of both of you in him to be sure! Mister Daniel... Missus Drusilla... I swear I'll look after him for you! Ol' Dugan won't leave him for all the gold in all the hills in all the world! You can be sure o' that! But no worries. He's a strong lad. He's got the will of an Ironhorse, and the fire of a Wilde in him! I'll just make sure it doesn't get him into as much trouble as it did for the two o' you...” He chuckled a bit, and that made me smile for the first time since my parents died. He'd been with my parents for ages. Long before I'd come along. When they weren't around, he told me wild tales of the adventures they would get into.

“Time to go then young Sir?” I looked around, and I saw him. The corpse of the Sharpshooter. “One more thing Dugan...” I found a rope, and made a noose. Although I could tell Dugan didn't approve, we hoisted the body of the Sharpshooter high into the branches of the willow tree. Then we staked a sign into the ground. It read: “A prize was left behind, and a curse was taken hence. Woe unto those who spilled such noble blood on this ground. - Moses Ironhorse”

I went back to the graveside to retrieve mother's Gospel. I thought it would comfort me to keep it with me. The wind had blown the pages. A passage caught my eye as I knelt down to picked it up. Hebrews 10:30, “For we know him that hath said, Vengeance belongeth unto me, I will recompense, saith the Lord.” I picked the book up, closed it, and laid it on mother's grave.

“Let's go Dugan. We have no time to mourn...”
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Wow... This is really good Babe! I was expecting a crazy comedy knowing you, but you have me wanting to see young Moses get revenge!!!
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Really puts a spring in ym step, all this death, gor and sadness! Keep it up, you show your sadness and depression very well!
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Mr. Moses - Wonderful continuation of your story.

Strange sometimes how fiction crosses over into reality.

My mother's favorite psalm was Psalm 23 - brought a little tear to my eye I must say.

Keep up the great work. Your extremely talented!

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I haven't had as much time to write lately, but still, I'm going to take my time with the next chapter. It will feature the first appearance of Frontier Town, and what you all will hopefully consider some clever cameos.
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