Author Topic: Alabama Snow (Read 2335 times)

Holiday · « **on:** January 23, 2003, 03:05:00 PM »

Holiday walks through the doors of the Saloon and forces them closed against the wind. Shaking his head sadly, he brushes a scattering of snow off his duster and ambles over to the bar, nodding to Jax Orebetter sitting at his favorite table playing solitare and being careful not to wake Butler Ford , who is leaned back in a chair against the far wall, seemingly asleep. "Juggs, honey" he says sadly as he leans against the bar and tilts his hat back, "Snow in the Heart of Dixie and eight degree weather. I need some coffee, and make it hot!"

Holiday · « **Reply #1 on:** January 24, 2003, 01:50:30 PM »

O.K., this is where y'all jump in and keep the story goin'.

Hud · « **Reply #2 on:** January 24, 2003, 02:19:25 PM »

Ole Swenson, down at the far end of the bar, pulls his fur hat up off his eyes and laughes out loud. "Uffda" he say's "This here's nothen! Up home in Minnesota, if you set your coffee down outside it'll freeze so fast the ice in the middle is still hot. An dat's da truth by'golly".

Holiday · « **Reply #3 on:** January 24, 2003, 04:10:47 PM »

Holiday laughs, "yeah, well ya gotta understand we Southern boys are used to sunny skies and warm weather! Juggs, set this man up on me, what 'er ya havin', pard?"

Hud · « **Reply #4 on:** January 25, 2003, 04:05:00 PM »

"Well thanks much" replies Ole " I'll have have one of those hot cups of coffee too. If you'd put in one squirt from the old mama cow, it'd be just right."

Holiday · « **Reply #5 on:** January 26, 2003, 01:16:18 PM »

"Well set 'im up, Juggs," Holiday says. Nodding to his new friend , he picks up his cup and wanders across the floor. Stopping briefly beside Jax Orebetter, who is still playing solitare, he notices a red 5 that will go on a black six. But just as he is about to tell him, he sees the Colt pistol Jax has left on the table in front of him. Thinking a second, Holiday decides interupting Jax may be a bad idea and wanders on over to the frosty window, taking a sip of his coffee. "Say, Ole, old pard, isn't today Sunday?" Ole Swenson nods so Holiday continues," Then why are there a bunch of horses in front of the bank?"

Hud · « **Reply #6 on:** January 26, 2003, 03:47:42 PM »

Ole picks up the coffee and takes a big gulp, then wipes the dribble off his wiskers.
"Holiday, my friend, I don't know how you boys do things down here, but by golly up home in Redfield we'd gather up some towns folk. Ones that can shoot, and go see what them horses are all about. It looks no good to me, that's for sure."

RJ · « **Reply #7 on:** January 26, 2003, 06:03:49 PM »

Hey Holiday are you the piano player?

Hud · « **Reply #8 on:** January 27, 2003, 11:14:30 AM »

"Piano Player? I was thinken' he was a US Marshall. With two guys standing outside the bank holding five horses, I was hopen' Holiday could play a tune with his Colts." Ole finnishes off his coffee and sets the cup on the table by the window.

Holiday · « **Reply #9 on:** January 27, 2003, 03:07:05 PM »

Holiday pulls out his right hand pistol and flips open the loading gate, dropping in a sixth round ,"Nope, RJ, couldn't play one of those things if muh life depended on it. I'm just sorta the caretaker type around here. You know, trouble happens and I take care of it. I guess ya could just call me one of Marshal Graybeards deputies." Holstering his long barrelled pistol, Holiday pulls its shorter brother out of a shoulder rig under his vest and gives it the same treatment before returning it to leather."Fellers, lets just amble on over and see what's up."

Hud · « **Reply #10 on:** January 31, 2003, 03:33:51 PM »

Ole pushes his fur hat off his head. It hangs down on his back by a thong around the front of his neck. "I got my Winchester & Colt chock full of 38-40s. I'm right behind ya, Holiday. Any one else commin with?"

Greybeard · « **Reply #11 on:** February 01, 2003, 02:25:53 AM »

Marshal Graybeard hears the racket going on and wakes up from his slumber in the back corner. Dang it all to heck what's with all the noise? Can't a body get any sleep around here?

Holiday sez, well Marshal it looks like the bank might be about ta get robbed.

Say what? Marshal Graybeard sez. Time's a wasting. Let's go see what's happening down there. I ain't got to shoot a bank robber in a month of Sundays.

GB

Holiday · « **Reply #12 on:** February 01, 2003, 12:07:05 PM »

As Marshall Graybeard, Ole Swenson and Holiday Hayes step out the door and into the street, Holiday grabs his Winchester from his horse and levers a round into the chamber. "Holiday," Graybeard whispers," move off to the left. Ole, ease over there to the right of the horses. I'm gonna go right up the middle. Cover me." Holiday and Ole move into position and Graybeard steps up onto board wald, hands hovering over his pistols," All Right you bunch of no good sidewindin', goat heardin', low down son of a guns(remember, we can't cuss :wink: ) drop yer weapons and step on out with them hands held high!"

Inside the bank, four nasty outlaw types spin around from the bank vault. Nasty Ned was the leader. A big fat greasy slob of a man, he was wanted in ten states and two territories. The reward was $500 dollars, Dead. No one wanted him alive.
Twitchey Tim was, well, twitchey. A nervous, quick to shoot type, he was Ned's brother and only slightly better dispositioned.
Two Fingers Terwilliger was the safe cracker. He had blown up more safes and blown off more appendages than any bandit in the West.
And last, and probably least, was Dumb Bob. Nuf said.

"Sheriff Graybeard, dangit! I thought he was dead!" growled Ned. Then, stepping to the door and peeping around the edge,"YOU SORRY OLD GOAT! YOU WANT MY GUNS? COME AND GET 'EM!!!"

Outside, Sherriff Graybeard just smiles and says"My pleasure!"

Hud · « **Reply #13 on:** February 02, 2003, 02:47:30 PM »

The sun is shining down warm and a cool breeze is blowing across what is left of the Alabama snow. An odd combination. The melting snow drips off the roof, into the rain barrel. It makes a steady sound as if it were a time clock.

Mud sticks to their feet as the three cross the road, trying to keep the outlaws horses between them and Nasty Ned's bunch.

"Ishda, dang mud" Ole mutters.

Hud · « **Reply #14 on:** February 02, 2003, 02:59:47 PM »

Reading back, Maybe I changed the weather a little bit too fast. :?

Hud

Holiday · « **Reply #15 on:** February 02, 2003, 03:34:20 PM »

Nah, we have a saying around here. If ya don't like the weather wait a few minutes, it'll change! Today at our monthly shoot it was sunny and 60 plus degrees! Any way, on to the story.......

"Ah, crap!" Holiday mutters as he hears the Marshalls reply and sees him start to draw. Bringing his rifle up, he makes a mad dash for the corner of the building just as Graybeard cuts loose and shatters the front window. Ole makes it to the bordwalk a few yards down takes cover behind a post supporting the awning, cursing the minimal cover it gave him. Marshall Graybeard, unperturbed, continues to blast away until his pistols run dry. As he ducks behind a buck board sitting in front of the bank and starts to reload, Ned steps out and draws down on the Marshall! " I've got yuh now, Graybeard!" as he takes careful aim. But before he can drop the hammer, a sudden roar and and his pistol goes flying! Grabing his hand in pain, he spins to see Holiday jack another round into the Winchester and "Hullo, Ned. Long time, no see!"

Holiday · « **Reply #16 on:** February 04, 2003, 03:18:00 PM »

Nasty Ned stares in disbelief. " Holiday, I didn't know you were back in town!"

Smiling, Holiday replies,"Well now ya do. How bout easing over to the steet. Ole, cover him. And be careful, he's a real sidewinder! Now, where is that spastic brother of yours?"

Suddenly, Holiday feels a hard poke in the back. " I'm right here, ya danged traitor! Dropp yer pistol!"

Ole, suddenly realizing Twitchy Tim had Holiday dead to rights, spoke out "Friend, I'd be real careful of my new partner, there. You're brother is on the wrong end of this Winchester!"

Marshall Graybeard, his guns now reloaded, speaks out "All right, Tim. No need to get silly. You shoot Holiday, both you and Ned are dead. So take it........"

Suddenly, a loud war hoop shatters the stillness and interupts the Marshall. Spinning around, he narrowly avoids being run down by Dumb Bob leading riding a stolen mount and leading two others! Jumping the horse onto the boardwalk, he nocks Holiday flying and blocks both the Marshall and Ole. In seconds, the three outlaws are mounted and racing out of town!

Rushing over to Holiday, Ole asks, "Ya all right?"

"Yeah, just got the wind nocked out of me." Holiday replies, sitting up."I guess Dumb Bob ain't so dumb. He must have slipped out the back While we were distracted. Say, Marshall, weren't ole Two fingers Terwilliger a ridin' with Neds gang?"

"Not anymore," replies the Marshall standing at the bank door. Getting to his feet, Holiday moves over to the doorway and sees what the marshall was talking about. Laying in the center of the floor, Terwilliger was shot at least four times. "He always was an unlucky cuss."

"Well, now what?" Ole Swenson asks. "Do we posse up? They did steal three horses."

The Marshall smiles and turns,"Normally, yeah. But ya see, Dumb Bob stole those horses. And he's called Dumb for a reason. I got a REAL close look at them nags. Them was three of the four half blind mules old Doc Miller has been tryin' ta get rid of fer weeks. He was about ta give up and give 'em to the glue factory. I think he'll take these fresh mounts they done left behind as trade. Yessir, them there crooks have done out crooked themselves! "

Holiday and Ole exchange looks, then burst out laughing, "Aw, heck," Holiday says" That's better justice than hangin' anyhow! Let's mosey on over to the Saloon, drinks are on me!"