Von Richter.
Specialist
- Joined
- Apr 10, 2019
- Messages
- 276
Martha Sudro screams at the sight of here late and unlamented husband.
The Great Lame Beaver young Becky Sudro for himself.
Whooping in victory the War Party and captives makes it's escape...
Hours later Top Sergeant Quincannon regains his senses. He staggers down from the roof and sits, exhausted on a crate. The thunder of hooves brings him to his feet, pistol drawn. He quickly holsters it as C Troop, Captain Brittles at it's head enter the wrecked and smoking Stagecoach Station.
Snapping to attention Sergeant Quincannon rattles of his report,,,
The grim news of the morning's event's does nothing to improve his Captain's sour mood. As the Troop dismounts and forms a burial detail. Corporal Maloney, one of Quincanno's drinking crony's, sidles up.
The grim news of the morning's event's does nothing to improve his Captain's sour mood. As the Troop dismounts and forms a burial detail. Corporal Maloney, one of Quincanno's drinking crony's, sidles up.
"Tough morning Sergeant, so I brung yer medicine."
"Shaun, it's a darling that you are, so it is!"
Quincannon smiles as he takes a goodly pull of his 'medicine'!
The Great Lame Beaver young Becky Sudro for himself.
Whooping in victory the War Party and captives makes it's escape...
Hours later Top Sergeant Quincannon regains his senses. He staggers down from the roof and sits, exhausted on a crate. The thunder of hooves brings him to his feet, pistol drawn. He quickly holsters it as C Troop, Captain Brittles at it's head enter the wrecked and smoking Stagecoach Station.
Snapping to attention Sergeant Quincannon rattles of his report,,,
The grim news of the morning's event's does nothing to improve his Captain's sour mood. As the Troop dismounts and forms a burial detail. Corporal Maloney, one of Quincanno's drinking crony's, sidles up.
The grim news of the morning's event's does nothing to improve his Captain's sour mood. As the Troop dismounts and forms a burial detail. Corporal Maloney, one of Quincanno's drinking crony's, sidles up.
"Tough morning Sergeant, so I brung yer medicine."
"Shaun, it's a darling that you are, so it is!"
Quincannon smiles as he takes a goodly pull of his 'medicine'!