My Western Story
As Lara walked through the field, a slight wind blew. She stepped onto her carriage to go to town. Her carriage was drawn by two brown horses. She rode down her dusty road until she reached town.
She arrived at the saloon and had to hold up her dress to keep it from getting dirty. She walked into the saloon and sat down at the bar. She ordered her drink. The drunken Rusty Chops burst into the door. He over tossed tables and cards and poker chips flew everywhere. He made his way through the bar, until he got to Lara. He got down on one knee by Lara, and fell down. When he managed to get up, he fell over again! When he finally got his balance, he took Laras hand and with hiccups mumbled, “Lara, (hiccup), will you (hiccup), marry me?” She said, “ Rusty, you are a drunken man, go home.” Rusty got up and stumbled out the door and fell down the steps into a pile of horse manure. Lara just shook her head and giggled.
The next day she was at home. She had gardened all day, and was brushing the horses as Red, the blonde headed sheriff rode by. He was riding a white horse, with a brown spot on its nose. Lara blushed as he tipped his hat, and rode off into the distance. From then on, all she could think about was Red. She thought about him as she brought the water inside, and as she brushed her hair. That night, before she went to bed, she smiled and looked into the stars.
The next morning, she woke up and cleaned up to go to town. She was hoping to see Red sometime. She made herself extra pretty by curling her eyelashes, and making sure that every hair was in place.
She got into her carriage and rode into town to the saloon. As she sat down with something to drink, she overheard talk of Wild Juan. The Mexican outlaw looking for some trouble. She was starting to get scared. As she took another drink, Wild Juan and his Posse busted through the door. They stood there in the dust, and carried pistols in their holsters, and knives in...