My friend Bill, who shot the western theme pics of me, is a multi-talented guy. Not only is he a great photographer, but he's a fun and entertaining writer as well. He sent a a ton of pics to me along with this fun exchange he'd written between Saint and Wash, in which Saint gets schooled in a lesson Wash is already wise to.
I told Bill it was great fun for me that someone was writing fanfic of my story...he said it was less about the story and more about the pictures of me dealing poker.
I liked it so much that I got permission from him to post it here. It's close enough to the actual storyline and characters, I figured heck, why not just post it as an actual story post instead of a fanfic? So for the sake of continuity, it takes place on the last run our boys took before story start, which would be about a week before Chapter One.
Anyone else interested in doing a little writing, don't be shy about contacting me. I might even post it if you like, as either fanfic or a guest post.
Oh. And by the way. My three year old is now going around telling everyone I ate penguin poop.
You look like hell.
I wish that was all it was… I’m gonna need an advance on next months pay - two or three dollars….
You got paid just last week!
I’ll pay you back. I work steady and you know it.
What happened?
I ain’t sayin’…..
You will if you're gonna see my money…
I got scalped and I never took my hat off.
Cards?
Yeah, Texas draw poker.
Don’t you know never to sit down at a game unless it’s with people you know? You’re a damned fool!
Well, I just got educated, that’s all.
How much did this education cost?
I ain’t sayin'….
You will, if you're gonna see my---
OK! OK! - for what the other nights schoolin’ cost, I ought to be a Perfesser or a Doctor, or sumpthin’.
HOW MUCH?
Dammit! - It was a woman what done it to me! How was I to know she could play poker like that?
Sort of dark hair - eyeglasses maybe?
Yeah, how’d you know?
Congratulations - that was "Shotgun Mary" that taught you a lesson. I heard she was back in town.
Well, thank-you for your timely warning. That her real name?
Hell no. Nobody knows her real name. She got that moniker guarding "special" shipments for a freight company in Wichita.
She had to be cheatin’. I got a mind to get my money back.
Don’t do it. The Commanche learned the hard way to leave her alone when she was ridin’ shotgun.
She can’t be that good.
Idiot. Don’t mess with a woman that can scare the Commanche. They even had a special name for her.
What was it?
I ain’t sayin'….. If I told you, I'd have to go to church for a least a month.
How’d a woman get that way?
Well, the story is that she used to have a nice homestead in Missouri, but there’ll be a noose waitin’ for her if she goes back.
What happened?
She got caught hiding runaway slaves and the local bushwhacker gang came by to show her the error of her ways. It got right ugly - She sent three of 'em to the promised land. Mary got out with nothin' but the clothes on her back, a shotgun, and ten rounds of double-O.
I really need that two dollars.
Why now? You can’t spend it till we get back home.
I’m going back to town and buy her a drink.
© 2009 Regina Shelley on behalf of Bill.
I told Bill it was great fun for me that someone was writing fanfic of my story...he said it was less about the story and more about the pictures of me dealing poker.
I liked it so much that I got permission from him to post it here. It's close enough to the actual storyline and characters, I figured heck, why not just post it as an actual story post instead of a fanfic? So for the sake of continuity, it takes place on the last run our boys took before story start, which would be about a week before Chapter One.
Anyone else interested in doing a little writing, don't be shy about contacting me. I might even post it if you like, as either fanfic or a guest post.
Oh. And by the way. My three year old is now going around telling everyone I ate penguin poop.
You look like hell.
I wish that was all it was… I’m gonna need an advance on next months pay - two or three dollars….
You got paid just last week!
I’ll pay you back. I work steady and you know it.
What happened?
I ain’t sayin’…..
You will if you're gonna see my money…
I got scalped and I never took my hat off.
Cards?
Yeah, Texas draw poker.
Don’t you know never to sit down at a game unless it’s with people you know? You’re a damned fool!
Well, I just got educated, that’s all.
How much did this education cost?
I ain’t sayin'….
You will, if you're gonna see my---
OK! OK! - for what the other nights schoolin’ cost, I ought to be a Perfesser or a Doctor, or sumpthin’.
HOW MUCH?
Dammit! - It was a woman what done it to me! How was I to know she could play poker like that?
Sort of dark hair - eyeglasses maybe?
Yeah, how’d you know?
Congratulations - that was "Shotgun Mary" that taught you a lesson. I heard she was back in town.
Well, thank-you for your timely warning. That her real name?
Hell no. Nobody knows her real name. She got that moniker guarding "special" shipments for a freight company in Wichita.
She had to be cheatin’. I got a mind to get my money back.
Don’t do it. The Commanche learned the hard way to leave her alone when she was ridin’ shotgun.
She can’t be that good.
Idiot. Don’t mess with a woman that can scare the Commanche. They even had a special name for her.
What was it?
I ain’t sayin'….. If I told you, I'd have to go to church for a least a month.
How’d a woman get that way?
Well, the story is that she used to have a nice homestead in Missouri, but there’ll be a noose waitin’ for her if she goes back.
What happened?
She got caught hiding runaway slaves and the local bushwhacker gang came by to show her the error of her ways. It got right ugly - She sent three of 'em to the promised land. Mary got out with nothin' but the clothes on her back, a shotgun, and ten rounds of double-O.
I really need that two dollars.
Why now? You can’t spend it till we get back home.
I’m going back to town and buy her a drink.
© 2009 Regina Shelley on behalf of Bill.
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