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[faunandfloraas]

"can be dry and rustle"

[rabbitcruiser]

National Day of the Cowboy

Saddle up and get ready to ride into the sunset with the thrill and excitement of the Wild West! Cowboys are the ultimate symbol of grit, determination, and adventure.

Giddyup! Ride ‘em Cowboy!

Celebrate this symbol of the American West by learning about and appreciating the National Day of the Cowboy.

History of National Day of the Cowboy

Following the Civil War, many men moved west looking for ways to work and make a living. One of the attractions of the American frontier was the relative freedom, as well as the option to become cowboys who could access free range cattle.

The “Wild West”, beginning in the 1860s through the end of the 19th century, became a time of a bit of chaos on the frontier where gangs of criminals were easily bred. Infamous cowboys, like Billy the Kid, Jesse James, Butch Cassidy and John Wesley Hardin were outlaws who committed various robberies, cattle rustling and even murder.

First sponsored in the US Senate in 2005, National Day of the Cowboy was originally brought about by Wyoming’s US Senator at the time, Craig Thomas.

Former president Bush said this about the National Day of the Cowboy: “We celebrate the Cowboy as a symbol of the grand history of the American West. The Cowboy’s love of the land and love of the country are examples for all Americans.”

National Day of the Cowboy Timeline

1725

The term “cowboy” is first being used 

Jonathan Swift uses the word in his famous book, Gulliver’s Travels, but it really just means a boy who tends cows.

Mid-1800s

The “Wild West” period begins

After the American Civil War, many men head to Texas where free-ranging cattle are available for any cowboy who wants to round them up – and the popularity of eating beef increases.

1875

“Billy the Kid” is first arrested 

This infamous cowboy criminal is a gunfighter, murderer, fugitive, cattle rustler, and eventually dies at the young age of 21.

1930

John Wayne first appears in film 

The Big Trail is the first movie that actor “Duke” Morrison makes in what will be a series of more than 75 films over his lifetime.

1960

Dallas Cowboys are founded 

In the early days of the National Football League (NFL), the Dallas Cowboys franchise was established and went on to become an extremely popular team.

How to Celebrate National Day of the Cowboy

Celebrating National Day of the Cowboy can be loads of fun in a variety of ways! Try out some of these delightful ideas to enjoy the day:

Dress Like a Cowboy

This can be a way to connect with your inner cowboy by wearing some special gear to work, to school or just while running daily errands. Try out some basic blue jeans, some clever cowboy boots, a leather vest and a western shirt (complete with shell snaps!).

Perhaps try a bolo tie or a handkerchief tied around the neck. And, of course, it would be appropriate to top it all off with an enormous cowboy hat. The bigger, the better!

Listen to a Cowboy Song Playlist

Because they typically hail from the southwest, cowboys may have a particular style of music they enjoy. National Day of the Cowboy would be a perfect time to create a list of songs that give a nod to the tunes of these unique characters:

Mommas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up to Be Cowboysby Waylon Jennings and Willie Nelson (1978). This one was originally recorded by Ed Bruce in 1976, but this more popular version was recorded two years later.

Cowboy Take Me Away by The Chicks–formerly Dixie Chicks (1999). A play on the phrase “Calgon Take Me Away”, from the famous slogan from bath product commercials, this song reached #1 on the US Billboard Hot Country Singles and Tracks chart in February 2000.

Cowboy Cassanova by Carrie Underwood (2009). Released on Underwood’s third studio album, Play On, the single was certified 2x Platinum.

The Cowboy in Me by Tim McGraw (2001). Written by Jeffrey Steele, Al Anderson and Craig Wiseman, this song made it to #1 on the Billboard Hot Country Singles and Tracks chart that year.

Visit a Rodeo

A great time for enjoying all things related to National Day of the Cowboy, visiting the rodeo can be an amazing experience! Regular events include activities such as steer wrestling, bull riding, calf roping, steer roping, bareback horse, barrel racing and saddle bronc riding. Of course, don’t forget the scorecard for keeping score.

Don’t forget to wear the above-mentioned cowboy gear when headed to the rodeo. Those who are lucky might get to see a rodeo clown. Perhaps even try riding the mechanical bull!

Follow Some Sage Cowboy Advice

Cowboys from the Wild West have lived a great deal of life and have tons of experience! With all of that experience comes a great deal of wisdom and they have often been known to share their advice with others in clever phrases, like “Don’t squat with your spurs on”, or “Never corner something meaner than you”.

Enjoy a few of these phrases and consider sharing them with friends, family and coworkers in honor of National Day of the Cowboy. Some of them might even be fun to have printed on a t-shirt to wear on the day:

“Don’t go in if you don’t know the way out.”

“If you get thrown from a horse, you have to get up and get back on, unless you landed on a cactus; then you have to roll around and scream in pain.”

“Some cowboys have too much tumbleweed in their blood to settle down.”

“If you’re ridin’ ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there with ya.”

Watch Some Cowboy Movies

One of the great film settings of all time, the Wild West is the perfect place for cowboy movies to be made! This day offers a great time to enjoy a collection of classic Western movies in honor of National Day of the Cowboy! Try out one (or all!) of these:

True Grit (1969). One of John Wayne’s most famous movies, this film features a US Marshal and Texas Ranger who chases down a murderer in dangerous territory. It was remade in 2010, starring Jeff Bridges, Matt Damon, Hailee Steinfeld and Josh Brolin.

Rango (2011). Fun for adults and family members alike, this computer animated Western comedy film stars Johnny Depp who voices a chameleon character who accidentally gets stranded in the desert.

The Lone Ranger (1956). This classic cowboy film was based on the American television series of the same name that was from 1949-1957, starring Clayton Moore and Jay Silverheels.

No Country for Old Men (2007). Tommy Lee Jones, Javier Bardem, Josh Brolin and Woody Harrelson are the all-star cast in this modern Western crime thriller movie created by the Coen brothers. Based on the 2005 novel of the same name by Cormac McCarthy, this film won a huge array of film awards.

Are cowboys real?

Yes. Although they are less common than they may have been several decades ago, the American cowboy continues in places like Colorado, Texas, Montana, and even Connecticut.

How did cowboys dress?

Cowboys are known for their pointy leather cowboy boots, vests with pockets and very large cowboy hats.

What are cowboy hats made of?

Cowboy hats are typically made of either felt or straw. Less commonly, they can be made of leather.

Do cowboys ride cows?

No! Cowboys ride horses, of course. They are called cowboys because they take care of and drive cattle herds.

How do cowboys talk?

Depending on where they are from, cowboys may have unique phrases like “Howdy Partner”, “Giddyup”, “City Slicker”, and “Head ‘em up and move ‘em out”.

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By • Olalekan Fagbade Nigerian Troops neutralise four suspected armed bandits, arrest 120 others Troops of Operation Safe Haven (OPSH) Special Military Task Force maintaining peace in Plateau and parts of Bauchi and Kaduna States, have neutralised four suspected bandits. Capt. James Oya, the Media Officer of the operation made this known in a statement on Monday in Jos. The troops, he said, also arrested 120 others over various criminals acts within its areas of operation between Oct. 16 and Oct. 22. Oya said that some of the suspects were arrested for alledged kidnapping, armed robbery, cattle rustling and drug peddling, among other criminal acts. He explained that other suspects were arrested over illegal possession of arms and ammunitions, adding that it rescued four kidnapped victims during the operation. ”Within the period under review, we neutralised four suspected bandits, arrested 73 suspects with arms and ammunition and 37 others for kidnapping. ”We rescued four kidnapped victims, arrested two suspected cattle rustlers and four suspected drugs peddlers. ”We prevented five attacks on vulnerable communities and promptly responded to 28 distress,”he said. The troops, he added, also recovered sophisticated weapons from some of the suspects. He said some suspects who were arrested for car and motorcycle theft have been handed over to police for prosecution.(NAN) #TroopsneutralisesfourarmedBanditsarrest120others

[thetabbybadger]

Oh another idea I had is why not pull a Legends Arceus and set it on the past, really play up the Wild West themed!

Your trainer is from Unova who just arrived by the newly finished steam train line. You just got a job with a person named Professors Saguaro to document the Pokémon of this newly settled land.

The evil team is called Team Rustle and are based off cattle rustlers. They are making quite the fool’s of themselves at the moment, as the Boss Man has them hunting the other pieces of a map he found. Boss says the map will lead them to their biggest payday yet.

It leads them to the box legendary.

Ideas for the box legendaries, Pecos Bill’s Wdowmaker and Paul Bunyan's Babe. Animals companions of folk legends who tamed the wild frontier.

Seeing as it’s set in the past of a newly settled region there probably not a proper elite four yet so end game contest of a Battle Frontier centered around a Buffalo Bill themed Wild West circus.

After beating that though you get a letter inviting you back to Unova to challenge their elite four.

A Wild West Legends Arceus style game would certainly be fun! I hope they make more games in this style and don’t mind doing “new regions”. You could certainly do this one with existing pokemon and a handful of extinct regionals but imagine making new pokemon just for this! (Or regional versions of existing stuff)

[0x0-strixampersand]

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    It was a day like any other, back on April 12th, 2012.  The suspect, one James Ferrario, supposedly posted on an ancient bulletin board that he had shot some cops and to ask him anything.  He stated that SWAT was about to bust in.  The response “then who was fone” was not unexpected.  This became linked to the meme known as, “Rustling Jimmies.”

    The event caught media attention from news due to the violence.  They quickly picked up on the Internet link.  At the time, the Internet was considered to be akin to the Wild West of Human interactions.  The bulletin board in question was already infamous for being a hive of villainy and haven for the vile.  The ability to be anonymous on the Internet was only partly true to the degree in which one took such measures.

    Prior to that day, the phrase relating to the rustling of “Jimmies” really had no meaning.  It remained rather obscure until then.  The aspect of which was in relation to the feelings of discontent or discomfort in response to something in which one had an issue.  The standoff itself brought the meme new life that was already two years old.  The name of the suspect relating to “Jimmy” and “Jimmies” exploded in relation to the cold, callous and unsympathetic forum from which the poster had linked the events of that day to the Internet.

    It wouldn’t be right to begin telling you about recent events without referring to this link in the story.  People couldn’t understand as they have issues comprehending the Cyberspace already.  Back in the day, it was more a collection of “websites” and “blogs” consisting of text and pictures whereas now it’s services and plug-ins doing more or less the same thing.  Immersion has taken it to a new level and the people who use it, do so for business, work or pleasure.  Others who use Immersion, do so for quasi-legal, extra-legal and illegal purposes.  Depending on wealth or connections, the degree at which one could Immerse oneself into Cyberspace varies.

    Nothing really has changed in the few decades since this meme began.  Having fallen into obscurity not being the reason for it fading from Cyberspace.  Laws against Cyber-Bullying were enacted and “Jimmy Rustling” by “Internet Trolls” were targets.  By far, “Trolling” was no longer ribbing and causing general chaos.  It had become abused to the point of actually attacking anyone for anything with hope to push that someone over the edge.  There were attempts to eliminate Trolling by others, which met with some degree of success.

    Let’s face it though: Humans are creatures of habit.  Where there is good, there is evil, and people on the Internet felt unconstrained.  Freedom and Anarchy are not mutually inclusive.  In the time it took for people to understand that there were no differences between online and offline, too many laws had been enacted.  The Internet’s freedom was Cyberspace’s creation and shackle.

    I began my investigation based on this premise.

    The suspect of the standoff was the obvious place to begin.  I was called to the crime scene at about one in the morning.  Being half-asleep, my communicator began to buzz in my skull. I knocked over my shot glass and the bottle of vodka that now was missing a fifth.  The groan from the person next to me was a gentle reminder that I had had an even remotely good time prior.  I had picked her up in a Tek Bar.  I sat up and fluffed my long black hair out of the tangled mess.

    Something fell onto my lap and hit the floor.  With the light streaming in from the OLED billboards, I picked up the cigarette between my toes and snagged the lighter.  Switching off from foot to hand was the reverse of my present fortune.  Nothing had changed between the past and the present with regard to a detective’s salary.  No matter how much you made, you never made enough.  I suppose if I cut back on picking up drunk girls to satiate my Sapphic desires, I might avoid another divorce.

    Using a napkin to wipe the smeared makeup off my face, I looked back at the younger woman and poked her in the back with a jab.  “Hey, you… time to go.”

   She had red hair.  I don’t mean a ginger.  She had fire-engine red hair, the kind that comes out of a can of spray paint.  Taking a glance at the nightstand, at least I didn’t pay for it… this time.

    “Hey!”  I pushed her off the bed entirely.  She yelped and crashed onto the floor.

    I took a drag from the cigarette as I lit it at her exclamation of the de facto and totally warranted, “What the fuck?”

    “You don’t have to go home, but you can’t stay here.  Work calling.  I don’t want someone I don’t know hanging out while I’m Immersed.  Too creepy.”

   “Fucking bitch!”

    “Story of my life.”  Another drag of the cigarette and I couldn’t remember if I had even blew out the last one.  Fuck it.  I supposed I could have been a bit more tactful.  She wasn’t hard to look at while putting herself together in a hurry.

    “Call me?”  She said, pausing at the door.

    I arched an eyebrow and threw a pillow at the door.  She had already left her contact information in my InfoCatcher.  Of course, I’d call her back.  I, too, am a creature of habit.  Sliding off the bed, scratching my bare ass, I began picking up the bottle and shot glass.  Pouring another shot, it was sucked it down by a pro at a glory hole.

[amorgansgal]

Can you do one where Arthur is in a interracial relationship where the reader is black and he just deal with the times of getting disrespected and protecting his girlfriend

Hello @selahshits thank you so much for your patience while I worked on this! I absolutely wanted to do this justice, so wound up doing a fair bit of research on African American cowboys and diving into a rabbit hole of what the Wild West was like without the Hollywood whitewashing!

I've also wound up doing a backstory for the reader, so I'm splitting this up in two or even three parts. So there will be more to come later that looks at Arthur and the reader's relationship and her experiences in Rhodes.

Warnings: Depiction of racism, threats of sexual assault

Backstory

You come from a family of cowhands and were practically born in the saddle. You know how to ride and herd cattle having learnt from a very young age, just like your father and brothers.

It didn’t seem to matter that you were a girl, your father put you to work as soon as you could walk and sit on a horse!

You relished your work, the friendships you had with other cowboys and cowgirls, be they African-American, Mexican or white. They were your family and you couldn’t imagine a life without them.

That said you still knew you were treated differently, especially as a black woman. The first time you realised was when you were about to head into a restaurant with your friends, when your father grabbed hold of your shoulder and said you wouldn’t be welcome in that place.

You didn’t really understand why at first, thinking perhaps it was because you’re a woman. But when you saw two white women head into the restaurant, you’re quick to realise why you couldn’t go in there.

It hurts to know your friends could do something so enjoyable and fun without thought or fear, while you cannot. And none of them seemed particularly bothered by it, just dismissing it as one of those things!

Knowing that your friends don’t seem to care somehow made the situation worse. Perhaps you could’ve found it in yourself not to give a damn what strangers think, but these are the people you have known all your life and some are as close as your own family.

One night you’re woken to the sounds of people shouting, cattle bellowing and charging. You’re completely confused and disorientated, until your older brother Jesse drags you from the wagon and tells you to saddle up your horse, Opal.

You staggered out to your horse, a beautiful Silver Turkoman mare, who looked just as confused to see you at this time as you probably do!

It was not until you hear the gunshots, that you realise what someone was trying to do. Someone was trying to rustle the cattle. You’re amazed they have the gall to do so, but you saddle up and grab a lasso and a pistol just to be on the safe side.

You rode out, attempting to guide the cattle away from the rustlers, but the chaos and confusion was too much and you realised all too late that the people trying to rustle your cattle outnumbered you.

The rustlers made light work of splitting the cattle up into smaller groups. While one group was drawing the attention of your father, brothers and the other cowhands, you realised another smaller group is leading away around ten cows.

You charged after them, only realising how dangerous the situation was as you’ve spurred Opal into a gallop and the small group noticed you were after them. One fired a gun at you and the bullet missed you by inches!

You grabbed your own pistol and tried to get ahead of the riders, so you could at least bring the cattle to a halt or send them in the other direction. But other shots rang out across the cold plains and you had to lower yourself down flat against Opal’s neck, so you wouldn’t get hit.

Suddenly a lasso whipped around your arms and chest, and you’re pulled from the back of your horse. Opal whinnied in fear, the loss of her rider unnerved her.

You’re pulled to the ground, though you do your best to try and get to your feet. You tried to find your knife, but you realise you don’t have it. In the rush to help, you had forgotten it.

A man jumped down from the horse and you tried to break free from the ropes, but he pulled his arm back and punched you in the face. It sent you reeling, pain blossoming under your skin and hazy spots appearing in your vision.

The man grabbed hold of your collar, then chuckled. ‘Look what we have here, fellers, a woman!’ You could barely focus on his face, but you could smell him, a mixture of alcohol, sweat and stale breath. You felt his nails dig into your arm painfully.

‘Think Colm will enjoy this one!'

The men cackled and your blood freezes, you’ve heard the name of Colm O’Driscoll and it struck fear into you. You tried to struggle away from his grip, kicking and lashing out, but his grip on you is too tight.

He tossed you up onto another man’s horse, shoved a dirty rag into your mouth and tied Opal’s reins to his own horse. You tried to scream, but all that comes out is a muffled cry and you receive another hit to your head. The only thing you could do was watch your home and family disappear into the distance. You don’t even know if your family will realise you’re missing until it’s far too late.

Meeting

You rode into an abandoned ranch by the looks of things, the house was boarded up and the place quiet and empty. There was not another soul around for miles.

They unceremoniously dumped you in a stable stall with Opal. Some of the men suggest they test you out first, but you’re relieved to hear that the leader of the group tell them to keep their hands to themselves. Your relief doesn’t last long though when he mentioned that Colm will prefer to have you fresh first.

As they abandoned you to the semi darkness in the stable stall, you desperately tried to find a nail or something you could use to cut the rope, but for all your searching you couldn’t find anything that would work.

You do your best to stifle your tears. You would not give these bastards the satisfaction and you would try to get out of this. You just needed to think of a way of escaping. Even if you could just untie your feet that would mean you could mount your horse.

You were trying to think and look around for any tools, when the noise of gunfire startled you and you tucked yourself into a corner of the stall. Was this gang going mad or had someone else attacked them? You vaguely hoped that perhaps it was your family and they would find you soon!

Almost as soon as it had begun the place suddenly fell silent. You waited, your heart was beating furiously, the filthy gag in your mouth made it difficult to breathe.

You heard the barn door open and a man call out with a rough, southern drawl to his voice, ‘I’m goin’ to have a look in here, yer both look in the house.’

You tucked yourself further back in the stall, scared that this man might mean you as much trouble as the ones who grabbed you.

You heard him stop outside the stall you were in and then clicked his tongue for Opal, who approached him rather willingly. She was usually a little warier around strangers.

‘Hey girl, ain’t you beautiful? How did these bastards get hold of you?’ he crooned gently to your horse and you watched her lower her head, so she could be patted and stroked by the stranger.

Perhaps you would just have to hope that a man who spoke so sweetly to your horse wouldn’t hurt you. If Colm O’Driscoll was on his way then you might not have many options.

You let out a muffled noise and the man jumped in surprise. Opal pulled her head away nervously as the man exclaimed, ‘What the hell?!'

He looked over the stall and you gazed at the man with a dark hat obscuring his eyes, a slightly crooked nose and stubble lining his jaw. You both stared at each other, though you were having a harder time determining the man’s expression.

‘How the… who the hell…?’ he seemed absolutely lost for words, then quickly stepped into the stall and came to your side. He pulled out a knife from his pocket and made light work of your bonds, then pulled out the rag from your mouth.

Up close you can see his eyes are a beautiful sea-green colour and he looks worried for you, but you’re still wary of him. This apparent kindness might not last for long. You draw your hands to your side and clenched them into fists. You didn’t know if you’d land a good punch, but you’d go down fighting.

‘You alright, miss?’

You hardly know what to say. ‘Not exactly,’ you replied and a grim, sympathetic smile appeared on the man’s lips.

‘Those O’Driscolls have been dealt with. You ain’t got to worry about them anymore. You from the nearby town?’

You shook your head and he offered a hand to help you to your feet. You stared at him and his hand cautiously.

‘I understand why yer worried, but I won’ hurt you.’

Despite your better judgement, you found yourself wanting to believe him. Even with the roughness of his palms, the guns on his belt and the sheer size of him, you could see the warmth and gentleness in his eyes.

You took hold of his hand. To your amazement, he smiled softly and two pink spots appeared on his cheeks. He looked down at the ground almost bashfully.

‘Arthur, we’ve checked the house, but there isn’t-’ You’re interrupted as another man walked into the barn, and you look up to see a man with dark skin like your own. He gazed into the stall at you and Arthur, dark brown eyes gauging the situation.

You feel a wave of relief rush over you on seeing him. You still aren’t sure whether to trust Arthur or not, but seeing this other man makes you feel a little better.

‘Who’s this?’ he asked.

‘Er… sorry, Miss, didn’t get yer name,’ Arthur said. You did your best not to smile at the absurdity of the situation, as though you’re all out at a tea party rather than Arthur having stumbled across you tied up in a stable stall!

You give your name. Arthur nods, then gestures to himself, ‘’m Arthur. Arthur Morgan. This is a good friend of mine, Mr Charles Smith.’

You felt a little safer with Charles being present, and after explaining the situation, both men offered to escort you back to try and find your family. After a little hesitation, you accepted, because what other option do you really have?

Joining the Van Der Linde Gang

Despite your best efforts and Charles help with tracking your family, it’s not very clear where they’ve gone to. In any other situation, it would be easy, they would just be travelling westward.

But with the attack the night before, there are tracks everywhere and you don’t know which ones belong to your family and which ones belong to O’Driscolls.

It’s also possible that your family may have gone to the next town which is towards the South, the may have gone after the O’Driscolls that went North or they may have continued West.

You do your best not to show your emotions and your feelings of hopelessness, but you don’t know what to do or where to go or how you will survive. Apart from your horse, a couple of dollars and the tools of your trade, you have very little on you. No other clothes, no food, not even a canteen to keep water in!

You trail around what was your camp, the only signs anyone was there the now burnt out campfires and tracks on the ground. Arthur and Charles watch you as you bite your lip fiercely and try to figure out what the hell you’re going to do.

Eventually, Arthur gives a sigh and says, ‘Look, we ain’t exactly good men. We’re… uh… part of a gang.’

You’re surprised to hear that, unlike the O’Driscolls they had both been so kind and respectful to you on the ride over.

‘But we’re headin’ West too and we got other women in the camp and there’s… uh… food and some safety and… yer know, I’ll be there. So if you wanted-’

‘What Arthur’s trying to say is if you’d like to join us, you could travel West and see if your family have arrived at any of the towns we stop in,’ Charles says, a slight smile on his lips.

You consider their offer, your parents were always adamant that you should not involve yourself in any nefarious activities, however rewarding they might seem. But what are the alternatives?

You look up at Arthur. ‘Will I have to rob and steal and hurt others?’

‘No, not if yer don’ wan’ to. The other women mostly sew and look after camp. Yer don’ have to do anythin’ like that. I’ll talk to Dutch about it.’

You finally agree. You had never imagined yourself joining a group of outlaws, but as you see it this is only a temporary measure until you find your family again.

To Be Continued ~

[bignaz8]

October 26, 1881 — Possibly the most famous shootout in the history of America's Wild West took place on this day – the Gunfight at the OK Corral in Tombstone, Arizona.

Historical synopsis and Filmography (for those interested in such historical events):

On the one side stood the so-called forces of law and order: Wyatt Earp, his brothers Virgil and Morgan, and Doc Holliday. By reputation these were power-hungry and ruthless men.

Opposing them were the outlaws Billy and Ike Clanton, Tom and Frank McLaury, and Billy Claiborne.

The Clantons and their ranch hands and associates were known as the "Cowboys", a gang numbering up to 300 members. They were rustlers and outlaws and the Clantons repeatedly threatened the Earps because they interfered with the Cowboys' illegal activities.

The Earp brothers held various law enforcement offices in and around Tombstone but were accused by their detractors of being just as guilty of rustling and stage robbery as the Clantons.

(John Henry) "Doc" Holliday, a dentist by trade, was a close friend of Wyatt Earp. A gambler and a gunfighter, Holliday had escaped a charge of murder in Dallas, Texas.

Wyatt (Berry Stapp) Earp was also a professional gambler, the owner of several saloons and a brothel-keeper. Once jailed for stealing a horse, he was one of five brothers, including Virgil who was a deputy US marshal and Tombstone's town marshal (police chief).

Virgil had spent three years fighting in the American Civil War and as a lawman in various towns, so he knew how to fight. By contrast, Wyatt had been involved in only one shootout and Morgan had never been in any gun battles.

So it was fitting that on the day of the OK Corral showdown, Wyatt and Morgan were simply temporary assistants to Virgil.

On the morning of October 25, Ike Clanton and Tom McLaury came into Tombstone for supplies. Over the next 24 hours, the two men had several violent run-ins with the Earps and Doc Holliday. The next day Ike’s brother Billy rode into town to join them, along with Frank McLaury and Billy Claiborne.

Around 3pm, the Earps and Holliday spotted the five members of the Clanton-McLaury gang near the OK Corral and closed in for a confrontation.

The famous gunfight that ensued lasted for just 30 seconds or so, when around 30 shots were fired. Most reports say that it began when Virgil Earp pulled out his revolver and shot Billy Clanton point-blank in the chest, while Doc Holliday fired a shotgun blast at Tom McLaury.

When the dust cleared, Billy Clanton and the McLaury brothers were dead, and Virgil and Morgan Earp and Doc Holliday were wounded. Ike Clanton and Claiborne had run away.

According to the Earps, the fight was in self-defence because the Cowboys, armed in violation of local ordinance, aggressively threatened the lawmen and defied a lawful order to hand over their weapons. The Cowboys maintained that they raised their hands, offering no resistance, and were shot in cold blood by the Earps.

Sorting out who was telling the truth was difficult and remains so to this day.

One thing is certain: Wyatt Earp emerged from the battle with legendary status, enhanced over the years by flattering newspaper reports, books and – later – movies.

These included John Ford's highly fictionalised version of events in the 1946 film, My Darling Clementine, starring Henry Fonda as Wyatt Earp.

Then in 1957 director John Sturges took dramatic licence with the confrontation in Gunfight at The OK Corral, having his stars Burt Lancaster and Kirk Douglas shoot it out for nearly six minutes. The action included spectacular footage of Lancaster firing his rifle as he leapt through the air.

Contemporary newspaper reports state that during the (actual) 30-second shootout, some members of the two opposing parties were initially only about six feet (1.8m) apart.

More recent movie depictions of the shootout include Tombstone in 1993 starring Kurt Russell as Wyatt Earp and Val Kilmer as Doc Holliday.

The following year Kevin Kostner took the title role in the film, Wyatt Earp.

What Virgil would have thought about his brother receiving all this kudos can only be imagined.

[myhauntedsalem]

Billy the Kid, aka William Bonney’s image has been portrayed based more in myth than in fact over the years. History states he was the most ruthless outlaw the west ever knew. It is claimed he shot 21 men for each year of his life but he didn’t live to see his 21st birthday. The facts paint a very different picture of Billy. He was promised a pardon by the then New Mexico Governor Lew Wallace, which he never received. Billy actually only killed four men, the first two in self-defense one because he was bullying him. Billy was slight of build which often made him a target during this ruthless, bloody time. The final two men he killed because of his participation in the Lincoln County War. He fought on what many people of the time considered was the wrong side. He added insult to injury by testifying in court against what was again considered the “right” side so circumstances made him a wanted man and he was placed in jail later for crimes he committed in response to the other side’s persecution of him. The last two men he killed were his jailers. History forgets to mention that Billy was also a duly appointed constable for the side he fought for during the Lincoln County War. Some say Billy actually killed nine men altogether if you include men who were killed during the Lincoln County War but there is no proof it was his bullets that hit these men, plus many men killed and were killed during the Lincoln County War. Billy has been betrayed as a prolific cattle rustler, he only rustled cattle once and that was to take revenge on John Chisum. Billy and Pat Garrett were never friends. The fact is Pat Garrett took Billy’s life in a ruthless manner, he shot him in the back. Billy is betrayed as illiterate, but in fact he could read and write, his letters reflect a keen intelligence. Billy spoke fluent Spanish. He loved to sing and had a good voice. History betrays him as short, fat, and, ugly which wasn’t the case. People who knew him stated that the famous photo of him was not accurate. He actually had a winning personality and was considered handsome. He was 5’9” tall and very popular with the girls. He was also known as being sweet not ruthless. As a young teenager Billy was the town troublemaker, the crimes he committed during this time were all petty in nature. He knew how to use a gun, he practiced for hours everyday. He lived during a very violent time but in his short life he never raped, drank to excess, got involved in fights, stole another man’s horse, or killed a man for pleasure. Many violent acts that history has attributed to Billy actually were committed by other men of the time whom history considers not as ruthless as Billy. Lincoln, New Mexico is not a ghost town. But a very famous ghost wanders its streets today. Billy has been spotted in the old jail at Lincoln. He has also been seen in other parts of New Mexico where he lived and worked. There is good reason Billy haunts the areas where he once lived. I imagine he shakes his head in disgust at how his life has been maligned.

[milk-carton-whump]

Cowboy anon dropped beautiful story ideas in my inbox last night. Idk how many parts this will be, at least 2. Also they're kinda shorter than my normal stories, But enjoy!!

Tagging: @castielamigos-whump-side-blog @sideblogformindtrash @tears-and-lilies @unicornscotty @abitefullofeverything @getyourwhumphere @whumpasaurus101 @lektric-whump @twistedcaretaker @skunkandgrenade @heathenville @freefallingup13 @sunnysunfire @alliecat5594 @whatwasmyprevioususername

CW: no real whump other than Percy being kidnapped and manhandled, kidnapping, manhandling, threats, hostage, brief mention of death

Stuck in the Middle 1

Percy and Ritz made one of their rare trips to town together, it was a special treat that Percy had promised to Ritz months ago. The pair walked together through town, hands interlocked. They chatted idly until a rough hand settled on Ritz's shoulders. 

"Ritzy, who's your little sweetheart here? Didn't know ya were more than a lay for old man Witt." The painfully familiar voice of Adam, one of the members of his old cattle rustling gang, said. 

Adam had come into town with three other members of the gang, only to pick up supplies but had spotted the familiar blonde. Adam was both taller and stockier than Ritz, he was intimidating. 

"Adam, can ya jus' leave me be? That an' Percy ain't any of your concern." Ritz sounded annoyed as he squeezed Percy's hand while Adam's gang members closed in on the pair. 

"Percy? Is that his name? Well, ah do believe ya owed us some money a couple'a months back, for keepin' your pretty ass outta jail." Adam stated firmly.

Percy felt a pair of hands grip his shoulders, he tensed as the gang pulled him away from Ritz. He went to shove their hands off of him but his arms were wrenched behind his back. He hissed in pain as they held his arms. 

"Ya get your men's hands off'a him, Adam he ain't a part of this." Ritz snapped.

"Threatenin' me now Fargo? Ya know, he has a real pretty face an' ah'm sure ya wouldn't want anything to happen to it…" Adam taunted.

"What're ya sayin' Adam?" Ritz knew exactly what the man was saying, he just hoped it wasn't true.

"Ah think we'll take your Percy as a payment less ya can come up with the money ya owe us. Ya have 3 days till we start ta take our payments from your Percy's pretty little hide… 3 days Ritzy." Adam said as he ruffled his hand in Ritz's hair. 

"I'll be okay Ritz! Don't worry!" Percy managed to yell as they pushed him toward his horse. 

Ritz watched as the gang rode off with the love of his life. He had to figure out how do come up with the money. The only real option he had was to rob a stagecoach or bank. He would do whatever it took to get Percy back.

Meanwhile, Percy scowled as these rustlers took him hostage he cooperated for now but it was only because he didn't want a bullet in his back. The ride was a long one, well outside of town and to the remains of an abandoned Calvary outpost. His heart ached to be back with Ritz but he had faith that his beloved would find the money somehow. He just hoped that Ritz wouldn't get hurt. 

-To be continued-

[rexscanonwife]

Is your s/i with doc a cowboy as well?

Not exactly! I've been reading a little bit on female outlaws and most of the time they were just?? Taking back what was theirs or taking the law into their own hands.

I'm thinking my self inserts family owned a ranch that was the target of cattle rustlers because like most stories of the day, the sheriff wanted our family to sell! Back then it was always about land and having it and whatnot 🙄 but I wasn't gonna take that sitting down, I'm pretty good with a horse and rifle myself so I rustled those shits right back!

Me and Doc probably met because he's in the business of protecting people's rightful property too, the boys wanted to scope out this new name on people's lips. They probably offer up their services too, which I kindly deny thinking theyre not needed but tell them theyre welcome to come by if they need any kind of supplies like food or horses or anything! And ofc, Doc is pretty taken with me right away u//u I mean, we see that he falls in love really easily, and a young woman who knows how to take care of herself and is kind and gentle and hospitable?? He might as well have been struck by cupid's arrow and he says as much cause that boy is so open.

He'd waste no time courting me, and he's a hopeless romantic. Always looking for an excuse to see me and writing me poetry and love letters and bringing flowers and such 🥺👉👈

[finn-ray-nal-beads]

Out of your Unholy Trinity, please give us a blurb on who would you pick and why for the following:

Who would be the most fun at a Christmas party?

Who’s dick would you most like to receive in a box?

Who do you most want to be unwrapped by on Christmas morning?

Bonus round, if you’re interested:

Tell us about spending Christmas with Knight!Flip

BRING THE HOLIDAY SHAME.

@safarigirlsp I FUCKIN’ KNEW YOU’D PULL THROUGH ON THESE GUYS AGAIN FOR THE HOLIDAYS OMFG I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!

FOR THE TRINITY I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING QUESTIONS: 

Who would be the most fun at a Christmas party? 

The ship was a blazin’ with all kinds of fuckery and dancing as the crew celebrated the 25th. Drinks were flowing and the food even more so as you took in the cheers and hollers coming from the crewmen drunkenly exchanging ghost stories over the candlelight. 

You sat, perched in a wooden chair, sipping on your precious wine Flip had stolen from some port in the Bahamas for you, treasuring every single pull you took as you surveyed the crowd of scallywags. 

Flip was nowhere to be seen though as you gazed through the hoards giggling and full of merriment from the liquid courage they’d indulged themselves on. 

“Where in the hell is he?” you wondered, squinting into the night to perhaps catch a glimpse of him standing in the dark looking out at the sea rolling in the night. 

But to your straining, nothing. He was MIA. Figures. He hated holidays and celebrations of any kind, so thinking he’d even be present for this tomfoolery seemed like a fool’s errand if anything. So, you huddled back into your chair, sipping again on your poison as you listened to the sea tales being thrown around the fire. 

Suddenly, a big thud hit the wooden planks on the ship, the crew all falling silent as they looked to its source. You gazed as well, in shock as your captain stood there, leaned against a wooden pillar, looking more than relaxed. 

His demeanor was anything but himself, as he looked over the crowd, squinting as the fire hit his pupils, “Well, fuck me!” he shouted laughing and hiccuping as he dropped the bottle of rum he’d kicked in his quarters to prepare for this night. 

“What are y’all even doin’?” throwing his hands up as he stumbled over to the chair beside you, seeing your beauty in the light as he threw himself at the seat. 

“Hello there, my gorgeous siren,” cooing with hot rum breath as he ran a finger on your cheek, your eyes rolling back in annoyance at his dastardly behavior. 

“Are my men keepin’ you company?” he chuckled, grabbing your cup in his hands to take a pull of the wine, shivering at the taste of it as it went down, “I hope they aren’t throwin’ themselves on my property!” yelling out as they all shook their heads, throwing their hands up in protest. 

“Fuckin’ good!” he bellowed, “now continue your bullshit! Ol’ Cap wants to hear the best tales ya got,” gesturing for the normalcy to go back to how it was. 

He honed in on the tall tales, chuckling when he hear utter horseshit being spilled from a man’s lips, and correcting the lies with his own little drunk Flip flare. Using his hands and his whole body to explain things, causing laughter to echo through the barracks as the night progressed. 

When he had enough courage, and by that it’s rum, he’d be the life of the fuckin’ party any goddamn day of the week! 

Who’s dick would you most likely receive in a box? 

(we all fucking know the ultimate horsecock in a box is Clyde and I will die on this hill) BUT out of this Unholy AU I can only see one man.... 

“Y/N?” your warrior cooed into the marbled bathroom you both shared, “I have something for you,” coaxing your ethereal figure out into the foyer of your gilded home. 

“What is it my dove?” you waltzed out, the perfect combination of Aphrodite and Athena as you glistened in the light of the palace you shared with your Spartan king. 

He laid there on a golden love seat, draped in nothing but a gilded case covering his manhood. You lowered yourself to his side, running a finger on his six-pack as it glimmered in the lights of the room. 

He took your face in his huge hand, meeting your gorgeous eyes as he spoke, “open the box my darling,” grabbing your hand to move over to the covering. 

You changed your view to move both hands around it, rubbing the ornate beauty of it in your delicate hands as you lifted the lid. 

“Phillip,” you gasped, seeing his throbbing cock pop up out of it like a cobra. The veins pronounced on all sides as it pulsed with a need for your open womb to stuff. 

“I love you my sweet muse,” he cooed again, watching as you took his member with both hands, petting the side of your head as he hissed from the touch. 

“I want to have you in every way this night,” he whispered, watching the glimmer in your eyes as you began to remove your garments, exposing your ripeness to his hungry eyes. 

“I’m going to have you in all ways I please,” gripping your hips after you removed the cage from his cock, sitting onto the tip as you inched yourself down on him. 

“Fuck me any way you want, my strong warrior,” gasping as he pushed full into you, the both of you moaning in elation at the feeling of each other. 

AND FOR THE LAST QUESTION OF THE NIGHT... 

Who do you most want to be unwrapped by on Christmas morning?

If there’s one thing your ol’ rustler loves more than gunfights, it’s untying you from a passionate night of lovemaking. 

He’d gone to bed... To. Fucking. Bed. while you laid out on the couch, tied up like a fuckin’ calf after he’d stuffed you like a Christmas turkey for the evening. You dripped from all your gaping holes with him, cursing and spitting as you struggled to get comfortable. 

“Fuck you Zimmerman!” hearing him chuckle as he blew the candle out in the master bedroom you shared. 

“Already done did that, sugar!” he giggled as he settling himself for a long winter’s nap to open his present huffing in the living room in the morning. 

You, one hundred percent, got anything but sleep. Struggling with every motion as the burn from the rope stung your wrists, ankles, and entire body for that matter. Not to mention your nudity didn’t bode well for the chill of the Christmas Eve night either. 

So, you waited, as patient as possible, hearing his stupid ass snores from the other room throughout the night, hoping he'd wake up to untie you out of a goodwill gesture. I mean it was Christmas after all. You tried not to get your hopes up, finally giving up just before the dawn came. 

The cock crowed as the sun came up over the snowy plains, your sore muscles tight and tired of being restrained on the couch. You heard him rustle in the bed, the mattress squeaking as his lumbering figure groaned out of it. Hearing him take a leak signaled your own needs suddenly, hoping he wouldn’t take his sweet fucking time untying you. 

“Well, ain’t this the prettiest sigh a man could see,” he chimed out, leaning in the doorway as he lit the first filter of the morning, “Santa really delivered a beaut,” laughing as he heard you gripe for release. 

“Flip, please, honey,” practically crying as you begged to be able to take a piss, “my fuckin’ wrists hurt so damn bad!” him surveying your eye bags and the tear stains from the night of restlessness. 

“Well, I wouldn’t want ma Christmas present to be hurtin’ now would I?” cooing as he ran a thumb over the knots, noticing your bruises that had bloomed from the restraints. 

“Fuckin’ please!” feeling his touch on your pained skin as he flicked his knife out from his pocket. The elation your muscles felt as they fell from grace was impalpable. Not to mention the relief from the leak you took afterward as well. 

MOTHER FUCKER MERRY CHRYSLER EVERYONE! (I’LL WRITE SEPARATE ONE FOR KNIGHT FLIP AS A ONESHOT JUST FOR YOU FOR XMAS BABE) 

I’M GONNA GO HAVE 20 CIGARETTES NOW! WELL, BYE!

[curlysgirl0202]

SHORT STORY:

Curly Bill and Johnny Ringo:

How They React When the Cowboys Get Rowdy Around You...(in progress)

CURLY BILL:

Cowboys get rowdy and that's no surprise. After a long cattle drive, all they want to do is hit the cow towns and raise some hell. The Red Sash Cowboys were a different breed...They drove stolen cattle and robbed stage coaches. They didn't hit the railroads or banks like the James Younger Gang as their best talents were stealing cows. Curly Bill and his group of thugs encountered all sorts of dangers; vengeful Apaches or Comanches, rattlers, grizzlies and the law if they were being pursued. Rustling was dangerous work and they did it well. When they weren't stealing, they were spending their ill gotten gains on booze, calico queens, gambling and other common indulgences. These men all came from fractured families and found a brotherhood among each other. It was for that reason they remained so loyal to one another and when someone comes down on one of them, they come down on all of them. That's the cowboy way. They don't ride for the brand like traditional cowboys do.

A cattle drive could take weeks to complete and along that drive Curly and his boys suffered from insect swarms, dust, dust and more dust all without bathing or changing their underwear or washing their nether regions or under their arms. Cowboying is a dirty, dirty job. The chuck wasn't great either and Curly's gang didn't have a bean master on their drives so they prepared their own meals which was anything from small fish from whatever water sources were available, rabbit, beans, biscuits, bacon, dried fruits and maybe some canned tomatoes.

But the worst part of the job wasn't the vengeful injuns or deadly grizzly bears, it was the mind numbing loneliness these men suffered. On the range, women were as scarce as clean water sources. And if they happened across a shack occupied by a family of squatters, the women were not much to look at and didn't have a kind or gentle demeanor. How could they in an environment like this? Survival was a way of life. These pioneers and travelers were hoping if they could build something in the land, that they could make a better life for themselves. And since the railroads didn't come through some of these areas, the settler's could remain without the threat of having their land suddenly uprooted by vicious railroad barons. The settlers were not the friendliest, but did offer some food for the cowboys such as flour, rice or arbuckles. Curly Bill and his gang were thankful for such stops along the way since there weren't very many. And the rustler gang always expected a lovely woman to prepare a basket of fresh fruits and breads, but they were met with a woman who's faces were puffed out like biscuits, tattered clothing, hair that was so dried up, they kept it up all the time and of course in those harsh conditions, these women usually didn't have much in the way of a sense of humor. Even so, a drive was so lonely, Curly and the others would share a bed with them just to alleviate their desperate loneliness.

The cow towns offered soiled doves at a price and since men like Ringo and Curly had no other offers, they used the services these fallen angels provided. Sometimes Ringo or Curly would pay double, just so they could fall asleep with these ladies of the night and at least get a sense of what having a home would feel like...

Because of this rough and mostly lawless environment, men like The Cowboys were rough and lawless themselves. All they had was each other and they depend on each other for survival, a sense of belonging and inclusion and a brotherhood of tough guys. They would never sell each other out or leave one of their own to defend themselves. Wearing that red sash meant more than you were a part of a gang. That red sash set these men apart from other gangs...It meant that you rode with some of the toughest and most skilled gunfighters. The Cowboys were an elite force founded by one of the meanest men around; Newman Hayes Clanton, father to Ike and Billy Clanton. NH Clanton also known as "Old Man Clanton," was rustling cattle before his 13th birthday. He could rope and shoot better than most and had a questionable disposition. He could piss stronger stuff than most of the boys he went up against and his small cattle rustling empire dominated Arizona. He was a feared man who would slap the toughest men around and no one challenged him. He made his farm his headquarters where some other rustlers gathered to be a part of the operation. When NH Clanton met Curly Bill Brocious, he was immediately impressed by the younger cowboy. Curly, like Old Man Clanton could shoot as well he ropes and had a demeanor that communicated he was not a man to mess with. Curly Bill also had possessed the leadership skills and authority that Clanton was looking for and the older man put Curly Bill in charge of his rustling enterprise. Newman Clanton was impressed by Curly Bill and treated him like a son. There was no other man Old Man Clanton trusted to take over his rustling enterprises.

Although Curly Bill enjoys his title as King of the Cowboys, he also knows it is a title he needs the live up to!

When folks hear that Brocious is planning a visit at a certain town whether to sell or steal cows, they gather up the best stock to offer up to The Cowboys in exchange for protection. And the outlaw is never without gratitude! He owns up to his end of the deal and ensures his allies are always protected.

Curly is a man that always takes care of his own and if anyone upsets one of his own, Curly Bill will come down very hard. The Cowboys have each other and there was no one to speak for them or offer any time of advocacy.

Because these men were so naturally rough and gritty, they certainly didn't know how to behave themselves in the presence of lovely or refined ladies. They usually just made fools of themselves falling over each other trying to get their attention. So it was up to the calico queens to satisfy The Cowboys.

This is the only life Curly Bill ever knew. A peaceful and traditional family wasn't something he ever experienced a d so he valued his red sash gang of fellow outlaws and would ride to the death with them. Other than the rugged boys he rode with, Curly didn't have any other connections. He barely tolerated John Behan, the county sheriff who was an ally to the Cowboys and ensured their deeds of destruction would be swiftly overlooked. Behan also acted as an informant and knew the stage schedules, making it easier for Curly and his boys to get on the trail and rob the stagecoaches. The Cowboys certainly didn't respect Behan and couldn't understand why some of the more decent women in Tombstone seemed so impressed by the dashing officer. When he was engaged to Susan Wells, an actress who came to Tombstone with Josephine Marcus, Behan was more than happy to squander any funds his fiance's father provided.

When you arrive in Tombstone, your only friends are a few farmer's wives, the pastor's wife, a shopkeeper, a local reporter, Fred White and Billy Breckenridge. However, with your beautiful face and lovely smile and warm charm quickly elevate your status and your popularity. It seems everyone likes you and you soon find yourself being bombarded with all sorts of men looking for a chance to impress you. Although you accept a few invitations to dinner, you really are not impressed with any of them. No one tries harder than John Behan, who sees you as Tombstone's most desirable woman and with you by his side, he'll be able to accomplish just about anything. He views a relationship with you as a major step on the ladder of social status and relishes in the idea of being seen with you in public. Although it drives you crazy and you want nothing to do with the ambitious law man, he still believes he can charm you.

Tombstone is a tough town, but offers some alternative activities for those looking for culture. Past Fremont and Allen Street, there's a museum, a small library, two restaurants that feature fine dining, imported wine and freshly made cakes, pies and confectioners. In addition, there is an art gallery, a social club where local businessman can relax drinking Brandy and smoking imported cigars. This up and coming town went from a mining camp to a cultured community where the sophisticated and the down and dirty could find something to interest them.

Curly Bill and his gang didn't go past Allen Street to visit the more elite places. They knew they wouldn't be welcome and would rather spend their winnings on gambling, booze and ladies of the night.

However, one Sunday afternoon while you're talking with Breckenridge, Curly Bill sees you and is immediately impressed, intrigued and very interested. He wonders if you know who he is and if you've heard the news that he is the King of the Cowboys. Curly Bill wants to approach you, but doesn't want to come on to strong to scare you. Instead, he waits patiently for Billy Breckenridge to get up. When the young deputy parts ways with you, Curly Bill seizes the chance to get him to introduce the two of you.

"Well, howdy, deputy," the big rustler begins. "Who was that lovely lady you were just chatting with?"

Billy Breckenridge smiles and looks at the ground. Brocious isn't the first man in Tombstone to ask the agent to introduce them to you.

"Her name is y/n, and she's been here a couple of months. Mostly stays away from Allen and Fremont." Curly nods.

"A lovely lady like that don't belong around here, " the big cowboy answers.

Curly Bill looks at Breckenridge, waiting for him to take him to where you are. Curly Bill follows Billy to the hotel. Curly walks in and sees you sitting in a chair, reading a book.

Just like Ringo, Curly Bill thinks.

"Y/N," Billy asks which causes you to look up. Your smile melts Curly Bill's heart a bit and he can't help but smile.

"Have you met Curly Bill Brocious? He's King of the Cowboys!"

Your smile widens and you close your book and stand before the two men.

You hold your hand out for Curly to shake and he's tempted to kiss it, but dismisses the idea as he desperately wants to ensure your comfort as to not scare you away.

"Well, it sure is a pleasure to meet you, y/n," the cowboy says. You smile and seem shy and Curly will wonder if it's because you're charmed by the Cowboy King.

"I've heard of you," you say softly with your eyes to the ground.

"Just believe the good stuff," Curly Bill says, taking his hat off.

"I heard you were very daring," you respond, your eyes still gazing at the lush carpet in the lobby of the hotel. Curly Bill will flick his tongue and chuckle, without taking his eyes off of you.

"The hotel restaurant is open for lunch," Breckenridge states. "Join me and Curly Bill for a bite?"

Curly Bill suddenly feels a little flushed. He appreciates what the deputy is trying to do, but feels nervous about spending time with you. He may be the leader of some of the most wild men in the territory, but the only things men like Curly feared were trigger happy deputies, vengeful injuns and beautiful women. But he's daring and all of you move towards the dining room.

At first, Curly Bill feels a bit insecure; he can feel the stares of guests and can hear a few whispers, "isn't that Curly Bill Brocious?" He turns to meet their stares and he simply tips his hat and may wink. You are seated at a table for five so there is a little room for all of you. One of the waitresses comes over to give you menus. Curly Bill and Breckenridge already know what they're ordering, but you take your time looking over the menu.

Curly Bill looks around the room. You keep smiling at the big rustler and he can see the other guests beginning to relax and he will appreciate how you can do that for him and he will enjoy feeling that way.

When the waitress returns, you order and after a few moments, your meals arrive. While eating, Curly Bill will start scarfing down his food like he usually does when he's with his cowboys. He looks at Breckenridge who flashes Curly a look that says, "slow down, cowboy." Curly Bill appreciates the advice and slows his eating down. He notices how cute you are when you eat. The old cowboy can't take his eyes off of you and each time your eyes meet, you smile shyly and chuckle like a little girl. You're the last one to finish eating and have only finished half of what you ordered.

"That was yummy!" You say, still feeling intimidated by the rustler.

"Well, are you sure you don't want more?" Curly Bill asks. "What about some pie?"

"Um... sure, I love sweets!" You answer.

Curly Bill and Breckenridge start talking about business matters including talking with Behan about stage schedules. When Behan's name is brought up, you clearly look uncomfortable and Curly Bill will wonder if the sheriff has been flirting with you. He would feel like a fool of you went with Behan.

"Behan still sending you flowers every other day?" Breckenridge asks. You look down and the sweet smile you adored earlier is replaced by a frown and your liquid eyes look sad and annoyed. Curly Bill looks at you and feels somewhat confident about winning you over. If you don't like a man like Behan, maybe you would like a cowboy...

"Yes," you answer still looking at your half eaten dessert.

"Behan's troubling you,"Curly Bill asks, hoping he can make you feel better or at least not annoyed.

You finally speak. "Well, you see when I first arrived, I thought he was nice. And helpful." You shake your head and continue. "I didn't know anyone and he introduced me and then well, I met Billy and Fred-"

"Our town marshall?" Curly asks, surprised.

You smile a little and nod. "You see, I appreciated everything Johnny Behan did to help, but I didn't want to....And he made me feel..." You shake your head again.

"I'm sorry," Curly Bill begins. "Didn't mean to make you upset." Your big eyes look up at the old rustler. Your smile is so innocent and sweet, he just wants to take you into his arms.

"No, you didn't. I just...." Billy and Curly look at each other. Curly Bill feels for you and a lovely lady like yourself shouldn't be bullied by Behan. The dashing sheriff is expecting something in return for his gallantry.

"I asked Wyatt Earp to please talk to him for me and tell Johnny to leave me alone." This makes Curly Bill more angry, but he keeps it in.

"Well, did Wyatt help you?" The cowboy asks. You shake your head and look back down at your pie.

"Only once. But then I found out that Behan is letting the Earps stay in some cottages free of charge and well..." You eyes begin to well up with tears which only makes Curly Bill more angry.

"So, what happened?" Brocious asks. Billy Breckenridge sits there, eyeing Curly. He knows there is tension between the Earps and the Cowboys and the Cowboys aren't crazy about Behan because although he did help the rustlers, he is also a self serving slug.

"Wyatt told me to take care of it myself..." Now Curly Bill is angry as hell. Not only is Behan bullying you, you've got no one to protect you.

[blake-belladonna-defence-force]

Soooo, bee haw related asks huh, cool, the white fang are cattle rustlers so Blake is insanely good with a lasso, while yang can put a hole in a quarter after someone flips it in the dark, they decided its a good idea to traid skills after they are partnered up at Beacon Ranch

There a whole lotta creative liscence taken with shooting and lassoing here 😅

I hope y’all like competitive bees!

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“Listen pardner…” Yang drawled, lifting her hat up slighting and leaning back on the fence, toothpick hanging loosely from her lips. “There ain’t no way no rope throwin’ gon’ impress me. Any body can throw a rope. Takes real skill to shoot a quarter in the dark, y’hear, Blake?”

“Sweetheart…” the cat faunus woman in front of her practically crooned, slivers of gold glinting from underneath her own hat. “If Just anybody could throw a rope, Ozpin wouldn’t have hired me. You need me.”

“Oh please, Blake. I could do your job easi-“

Yang stopped and quirked a brow when amber eyes glinted below Blake’s black hat dangerously, seeming to shift to a molten gold. Blake’s hands shifted to the two lassos that she kept at each hip and unhooked them from her belt and started spinning them at her sides, her movements slow and lazy at first but quickly picking up speed.

“Miss Xiao Long…” Blake said dryly, her golden eyes narrowing as Yang stood up and stepped forward her head tilted curiously. “I don’t appreciate your tone. Maybe we need to do something about it?”

“Like wh-“

Yang was cut off by Blake expertly sending her lassos out towards her and she lifted her arms high to block the incoming trap… only to realise too late that both ropes were headed to her gun holsters that were slung low on her hips. Blake’s lassos looped around each gun and yanked them out and into her hands, disarming her. Blake’s golden eyes gleamed with a challenge as she freed the guns and twirled them around in her hands before she quickly unloaded them, sending Yang’s magazines to the ground, before she hooked them into the front of her jeans with a smirk, her shirt lifting up to reveal the toned skin beneath.

“Holy-“

“Anybody can shoot in a sharp line. But it’s takes real skill to disarm our finest sharp shooter on the ranch.” Blake said, mocking Yang’s earlier words. “Now, these guns are real pretty so I think I might hold onto them for a bit. Come find me when you’re ready to admit defeat, cowgirl.”

Yang stared after her in shock as Blake sauntered away, her thumbs hooked through her belt loops and disappeared around one of the buildings.

“Goddamn.” Yang whispered to herself, taking her hat off her head and ruffling her long, blonde hair ruefully as she stared after Blake with a slightly dopey grin. “Now that’s a woman.”

She paused for a moment and blinked as she realised, later than she should have, something very important.

“A woman that stole my guns!”

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Blake smirked lazily as Yang strolled into the saloon, her spurs clinking as she walked, an air of false nonchalance about her. But when lilac met amber, Blake watched the way Yang’s jaw tightened at the sight of Blake spinning her guns around her fingers lazily. The ranch hands surrounding Blake all glanced up and winced, patting Blake on the back and wishing her good luck as they moved a safe distance away.

Still within viewing distance of the show, though.

“You wanna give me my guns back now, Sugar?”

“Hmm… maybe.”

Blake bit back a laugh when Yang growled, her gaze narrowing as she turned a chair around and sat on it, leaning forward and crossing her arms over the back rest.

“What d’ya want, woman?” Yang asked, tilting her head slightly as her sharp gaze carefully examined Blake’s face.

“I want you to admit that you were wrong about me.” Blake said simply, placing the guns on the table out of Yang’s reach. “I disarmed you. Something that no one has been able to do, cowgirl. That’s gotta say something.”

“It says that yer a smartass.” Yang drawled, a competitive gleam entering her eyes. “I admit, you got the jump on me this time. But I still doubt that ropin’s as hard as you claim.”

“Funny. I could say the same thing about shooting.” Blake leaned forward, biting back a smile. She would never admit it… but she was having fun.

“Yeah? Well… how ‘bout we make this more interestin’, then, pardner.” Yang said with a sly grin. “I set up some trick shots that you’ll have to shoot and you set up some kinda challenge for me with a rope.”

“Make it two and you got a deal.” Blake smirked, her feline ears flicking forward with intrigue. “I���m ambidextrous. If I’m shooting with two guns, then you’re going to rope with two hands.”

“Pfft.” Yang scoffed. “Easy. What are the wagers?”

“Loser buys drinks for the winner for a month?”

“I like the way you think, Belladonna.” Yang chuckled, leaning her chin on her forearms and grinning up at Blake. “I almost feel bad that I’m gonna kick yer ass.”

“That’s funny.” Blake laughed, delighted with the challenge. “I don’t feel bad about kicking yours at all.”

“Feisty.”

“As you’ll find out, Yang.”

“I certainly hope so, Blake.”

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Blake, admittedly, may have bitten off more than she could chew. She watched as the two kids stroll 20 paces away and got ready to throw their coins.

Blake could shoot. She could shoot a bandit and a rustler. She could take aim at a rattler that was about to bite her herd or her horse and protect her animals. Hell, when she was with the White Fang and rustled cattle, she had taken out her fair share of deputies and sheriffs.

But that was basic shots. This was sharp shooting. She had heard the rumours about Yang. Had heard tale that she could shoot a hole in a quarter at 50 paces… in the dark, using only the glint of steel to direct her shot.

Ugh. This is what she got for trying to show off.

“Alrighty, Blake. Usually I shoot at 50 paces and at night but I’m gon’ be nice and getcha to shoot at 20 paces durin’ the day. When yer ready, Doll… let the kids know.” Yang called lazily from the crowd, a smug expression in her face.

Blake growled under her breath. Cocky little shit, wasn’t she? Regardless, she inhaled deeply and nodded to the kids and took aim…

And took out two windows instead of the quarters.

“Well, shoot.” Yang grinned cheekily, no doubt knowing exactly what she was saying. “That’s not meant to happen. I hope you’ve got enough lien for the upcoming month, Blake.”

“Don’t count your chickens before they hatch, Yang.” Blake stomped over to her and calmly (well… as calmly as she was capable of at that moment as the crowd chuckled) placed Yang’s gun’s into their holsters, purposefully giving them a tug and leaned forward. “I can’t wait to wipe that smug smile off of your face.”

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“I’ll show you a small series of tricks and I want you to copy them as best as you can, cowgirl.” Blake said calmly as Yang watched carefully. She couldn’t get this wrong. How hard could it be?

“Got it, Sugar.” Yang smirked.

That smirk quickly fell away as Blake effortlessly danced through her lassos, bouncing and hopping between the loops. She made it look so easy… but not even Yang’s sharp eyes could keep up. Yang gulped, her confidence starting to crack.

This was what she got for trying to show off, wasn’t it?

“Here you are, Sweetheart.” Blake smirked with a brow raised challengingly as she passed Yang the lassos and stepped back.

“Pfft.” But she wasn’t going to let Blake see the crack in her confidence. “This’ll be easy. That’s nothin’, Doll.”

Now… Yang could throw a lasso over a rogue cow if she needed to. She could tie knots. She could even make a rope. But she was starting to realise that this was a very different beast.

She inhaled deeply and began to twirl to loops to the sides and made the first jump into them… and quickly lost track of what she was doing as the noose tightened around her ankles, sending her off balance. She hopped, desperately trying to regain her balance, until the back of her legs hit something.

There was a loud splash as Yang fell tumbling into a water trough. Loud snickers ran through the crowd and if she didn’t know better, she’d say that the horse’s were snickering at her too.

“It’ll be easy, huh?” Blake teased as Yang pulled herself out and crouched, loosening the lasso and pulling it off her ankles and throwing both ropes at Blake, who caught it easily.

“Yeah, yeah.” Yang grumbled, despite the smile fighting its way into her lips as she, dripping water, glanced at Blake. “I guess ropin’s harder than I thought.”

“And I guess I can’t shoot as straight as I thought.”

The two stared at each other for a long moment before they both began to laugh softly.

“Well…” Yang snorted, amused. “I guess that’s a draw. How’s that work out?”

“Let’s make it simple and say that we just have to buy each other drinks for a week?” Blake smiled genuinely as her left ear flicked. She had a really pretty smile, Yang realised.

“Sounds good to me.” She said before letting out a sigh. “I would suggest that I buy you one now… but I need to go change.”

“We can catch up later, then.”

“Sure thing, Blake.” Yang started to walk away but paused and glanced over her shoulder with a small side smile. “Jus’ so y’know, Blake… I’m looking forward to workin’ with you.”

“You too, Yang.”

Yang grinned, winked and waved as she walked back to her home. Life just got a lot more interesting around here.

[plurdledgabbleblotchits]

We’d love you to get rid of your Sheriff and law enforcement . We don’t need no rules!   

Alvord-Stiles Gang (1899-1904) – Led by two ex-lawmen, Burton Alvord and Billy Stiles, this gang of train robbers operated in Arizona Territory at the turn of the century.

Archer Gang (1880s) – Much like the Reno Brothers who had operated two decades earlier, the Archer brothers — Thomas, Mort, John, and Sam, raided Orange and Marion Counties in Indiana for several decades.

Sam Bass Gang (1877-1878) – Led by Sam Bass, this gang robbed trains and banks in Texas. For South Dakota and Nebraska robberies, see the Black Hills Bandits.

Billy the Kid’s Gang, aka: The Rustlers (1876-1880) – Led by Billy the Kid, this gang formed out of the conflict of the Lincoln County War in New Mexico.

Black Hills Bandits (1876-1877) – Comprised of Sam Bass, Joel Collins, and four other men, they robbed stagecoaches in the Deadwood, South Dakota area and pulled off the Big Springs train robbery in Nebraska.

Blonger Brothers (1890’s-1922) – Louis H. “The Fixer” Blonger led one of the longest-running confidence rings in the American West.

Bummers Gang (1855-1860) – Operating in Denver, Colorado, the Bummers Gang began “raiding” the town in the mid-1850s.

Burrow Gang (1887-1890) – Reuben “Rube” Burrow, along with his brother Jim, and other members began to rob trains after Rube’s crops had failed in Texas.

Clanton Gang, aka: The Cowboys (1870s) – The Clanton family and their ranch hands were a loosely organized gang of outlaws who operated along the Mexican border of Arizona, stealing cattle, robbing stagecoaches, ambushing teamsters, and committing murder.

Cook Gang (1894) – Led by Bill Cook and Cherokee Bill, these outlaws terrorized Indian Territory (Oklahoma) in 1894. Ruthless, they shot anyone who got in their way.

Brack Cornett Gang – See Bill Whitley Gang

Dalton Gang (1891-1892) – Led by brothers Bob and Grat Dalton, the Dalton Gang robbed banks and trains throughout Kansas and Oklahoma until they were killed in the Coffeyville, Kansas Raid.

Daly Gang (1862-1864) – For two years the Daly Gang terrorized the town of Aurora, Nevada.

Dodge City Gang (1879-1881) – In the summer of 1879, a gang of desperadoes known as the Dodge City Gang masqueraded as lawmen in Las Vegas, New Mexico.

Doolin-Dalton Gang, aka: Oklahombres, the Wild Bunch (1892-1895) – Led by Bill Doolin, the gang specialized in robbing banks, stagecoaches and trains in Arkansas, Oklahoma, and Kansas.

Espinosa Gang – Bitter at the killing of six family members during the Mexican-American War, the Espinosas took their revenge on Colorado residents and travelers, murdering them viciously.

The Five Joaquins (1850-1853) – The Five Joaquins were said to be responsible for the majority of cattle rustling, robberies, and murders that were committed in the Mother Lode area of the Sierra Nevadas between 1850 and 1853.

Fleagle Gang in the Newspaper

Fleagle Gang (1920s) – The Fleagle Gang robbed banks and committed murder in Kansas, Colorado, and California during the 1920s. They were found and executed or killed after robbing the First National Bank in Lamar, Colorado.

Flores-Daniel Gang (1856-1857) – Led by Juan Flores and Pancho Daniel, the gang raided southern California, stealing horses, cattle, and robbing travelers along the roadways, sometimes leaving their victims dead.

High Fives Gang (1890s) – Also referred to as the Christian Gang, led by “Black Jack” Will Christian and his brother, Bob, from Oklahoma, the gang operated in New Mexico and Arizona after the Christian brothers escaped from an Oklahoma jail in 1895.

Hole-in-the-Wall-Gang – Active in the 1880s-1890s in the Hole-in-the-Wall Pass of the Big Horn Mountains in Wyoming, the Hole-in-the-Wall Gang was not one organized gang of outlaws, but rather, was made up of several separate groups and individuals who made their hideouts within the pass in Johnson County, Wyoming.

Innocents Gang – The Innocents were an alleged gang of outlaw road agents in Montana Territory who operated during the gold rush of the 1860s, preying on shipments and travelers carrying gold between Bannack and Virginia City.

James Gang (1879-1882) – Three years after the demise of the James-Younger Gang, when the Youngers were arrested in Northfield, Minnesota, Jesse James put together another group to continue on with his criminal career. The James Gang lasted from 1879 to 1882, when Jesse was killed by Bob Ford on April 3, 1882.

James-Younger Gang (1866-1882) – After the Civil War, the James and Younger brothers hooked up, robbing banks, trains, and stagecoaches for ten years, becoming the most famous outlaw gang in America’s history.

Jennings Gang (1897) – This short-lived gang operated only a few months making several failed train robbery attempts in Oklahoma in 1897 before all were arrested or killed.

Jesse Evans Gang – The Boys (1872-1879) – Lead by Jesse Evans, this gang was actively involved in cattle rustling and armed robbery in New Mexico in the early 1870s.

Ketchum Gang (1896-1899) – Made up of a revolving list of members, the Ketchum Gang was led by Black Jack Ketchum. The gang robbed retail businesses, post offices, and trains in New Mexico.

John Kinney Gang (1870’s-1883) – Also known as the Rio Grande Posse, the Kinney Gang were successful cattle rustlers, robbers, and hired gunmen in New Mexico.

Lee Gang (1885) – In the mid-1880s, Cooke County, Texas, on the northern border of the Lone Star State, and the Chickasaw Nation just north in Indian Territory, were plagued by a gang of horse and livestock thieves led by James Lee and his brothers, Tom and Pink.

McCanles Gang – Led by David McCanles (or by some accounts, McCandless), this group of men were allegedly wanted for robbing banks and trains, cattle rustling, murder, and horse theft in the early 1860s.

McCarty Gang (1892-1893) – The McCarty Gang was run by Tom McCarty, who was one of the first to introduce Butch Cassidy to the life of banditry. The gang robbed banks until several members were killed.

Mes Gang – This bunch of primarily Hispanic outlaws and gunmen, were a rival of the John Kinney Gang, both operating out of New Mexico.

Musgrove Gang (1867-1868) – A gang of horse thieves and cattle rustlers who operated throughout Southern Wyoming and Northern Colorado in the late 1860s.

Oklahombres – See Doolin-Dalton Gang

Henry Plummer Gang – See the Innocents

Red Jack Gang – Led by “Red Jack” Almer, also known as Jack Averill, this gang preyed on Arizona stagecoaches during the early 1880s, particularly along the San Pedro River.

Reno Gang (1866-1868) – Four of the five Reno Brothers terrorized the state of Indiana for two years before they tracked down and hanged by the Southern Indiana Vigilance Committee in 1868.

Reynolds Gang (1863-1864) – A group of Confederate sympathizers that rampaged the South Park, Colorado area with the intention of raising money for the Confederate government.

Rogers Brothers Gang (1890s) – The Rogers Brothers Gang, led by Bob Rogers, terrorized Oklahoma and Kansas in the 1890s. The gang was involved in stealing horses, rustling cattle and robbing stores, post offices, banks, and trains.

Rufus Buck Gang (1895-1896) – A gang of ruthless outlaws who preyed on victims in Oklahoma, five of them were hanged at Fort Smith, Arkansas.

Selman’s Scouts (1878) – An outlaw gang in Lincoln County, New Mexico led by John Selman. For two months, during September and October 1878, the gang members terrorized the county by rustling cattle and horses, killing innocent men and boys, pillaging businesses and homes, and raping women.

Seven Rivers Warriors – (1870s) – Made up mostly of small-time ranchers from the Seven Rivers area of southeastern Lincoln County, New Mexico. supported the Tunstall/McSween faction against that of Dolan and Murphy in the Lincoln County War of New Mexico.

Silva’s White Caps, aka: Forty Bandits, Society of Bandits (1879-1893) – Silva’s White Caps were a vicious outlaw gang that operated in Las Vegas, New Mexico from about 1879 to 1893. They were a mafia-like organization that was led by led by Vicente Silva.

Smith-Dixon Gang – A Gang of horse thieves and whiskey peddlers operating in Indian Territory (Oklahoma), its members included Dave Smith, a former member of the Belle Starr Gang; his brother-in-law, Leander “Lee” Dixon; and a man teenager of about 17 years-old named William “Billy” Towerly.

Soapy Smith Gang (1879-1898) – Led by Jefferson Randolph “Soapy” Smith, the gang operated in Denver and Creede, Colorado before moving on to Skagway, Alaska, running a number of con games against unsuspecting citizens.

Stockton Gang (1878-1881) – Led by Ike Stockton, this gang of cattle rustlers terrorized the area of northern New Mexico while posing as “gentleman cowboys” in Durango, Colorado.

Triskitt Gang – Known for having conducted several robberies and killings in Northern California, the gang killed 18 people in Sailor’s Diggings, Oregon and stole $75,000 in gold.

Vasquez Gang (1860s-1875) – Led by Tiburcio Vasquez, the gang committed armed robbery and rustled horses and cattle up and down central and southern California for years.

Bill Whitley or Brack Cornett Gang (1887-1888) – Comprised of about 12 outlaws, the gang was led by Texas desperadoes Bill Whitley and Brack Cornett, robbing Texas banks and trains in the late 1880s.

Wild Bunch (1896-1901) – Led by Butch Cassidy, the Wild Bunch terrorized the states of Colorado, Wyoming, Montana, Idaho, Utah, and Nevada for five years.

Wolcott’s Regulators (1892) – One of the most feared bands of gunfighters and outlaws in Wyoming was Wolcott’s Regulators, who preyed on homesteaders in 1892, frequently leaving dead bodies in their wake.

[driftercalamity]

Mobile-friendly muse biography for those on mobile devices or difficulty viewing the blog.

Full biography can be read on Calamity’s Toyhou.se profile.

Name: Calamity

Gender: Male (He/him)

Race: Hera-seijin

Age: 27 - 30

Birthdate: September 28, Age 731

HT / WT: 6′9′’ / 228 lbs.

Personality:

Calamity is jovial and easy-going. He prefers to take life one step at a time and doesn't concern himself with too many things, but he is also hard-working and takes his work as a rancher very seriously. He is proud to carry on his family tradition of vobine ranching and does so with the greatest care and respect for his herd and homestead. While he is experienced and knows a lot about the practice and animals, in other areas he is kind of simple and not the brightest. He might very well be the last person to ask about house repairs, to name just one example, but darn if he wouldn't give it his all!

Laid-back as he is, Calamity can also turn fiercely determined and competitive when faced with crucial challenges, such as during auctions held just before the winter when money is especially needed. He can also turn irritable when his pride is threatened, especially if it is over his family, his vobine, or anything else important to him.

Although Calamity is not that familiar with his Heran homeworld, he does care a lot for his Heran roots and culture. His Heran earrings and pendant are both very important to him, in part because they are also a family heirloom, and he is never seen without them. While he is willing to part with most other things out of necessity, it's these cherished jewelry he will never abandon. Especially when they are his last link to his family since losing his ranch and fleeing Planet Wheat.

Background:

Calamity's life began on Planet Wheat where he was born, raised, and grew up to become one of the planet's many renowned, hard-working ranchers. Planet Wheat was well known as a major agricultural planet that dealt in intergalactic trade. Descended from Hera-seijin survivors who had evaded their homeworld's destruction and settled on Wheat, Calamity proudly carried on the family tradition of raising "vobine", a species of alien cattle.

Every day Calamity would tend to and herd his vobine with the help of his faithful dinosaurian steed and companion, Biscotti. Then twice a year he would auction some of his vobine at the local port town. The auctions were notoriously competitive and for good reason too: the winters on Wheat were brutal and money was especially needed then. Bidding wars, fistfights, and even the occasional rustler were common sights around auctioning time.

Though he lived alone on his inherited family ranch, Calamity was not alone either and found support in his local community of fellow ranchers and farmers. One of them was Pumpernick, a native Wheatan farmer who was neighbors and close friends with Calamity. He was also Calamity's lover for a time before they later split on good terms. They stayed fast friends and continued supporting each other even then.

There were also enemies too. Calamity had made an enemy in a man named Crouton, an envious rancher who secretly resorted to rustling to make up for his own shortcomings. Crouton decided to rustle from Calamity once to get even after being upstaged in an auction. But Calamity found him and beat him in a fight, leaving Crouton with a sour grudge of the Heran.

As tough as the ranching and challenges were, they were also the things that Calamity knew best. He wouldn't have had it any other way.

But that would all change beginning with the sudden arrival of the Cooler Force. Having watched Planet Wheat for some time now, a coalition of the Cooler Force finally descended to seize the planet for their own needs. At first their arrival had been relatively peaceful; the Cooler Force merely arranged a deal that would prioritize all trading with them while the Wheatans could carry on as normal. But overtime the Force grew more controlling and condescending.

Calamity was initially neutral about the Cooler Force; so long as he could still ranch and make a living in peace, he had no mind trading with them. His views began to change when the Cooler Force turned hostile, yet Calamity was not about to rebel against such a powerful army. But there were others who did and the dissenters were promptly threatened or beaten into silence. Some even less lucky. Within a few short years, the Cooler Force had created a climate of fear. One where the Wheatans were even willing to lie and point fingers at one another to save their own skins.

That was exactly what happened when Crouton had been caught mistakenly sneaking around one of the Cooler Force's private ranches. In a panic, Crouton came up with a lie that he had been coerced into rustling for another by force. Miraculously the soldiers seemingly believed him and, remembering his grudge with the Heran, he named this person Calamity. Crouton's lie spared him his life with only a beating and the soldiers than flew off to Calamity's ranch that very night.

The soldiers brutally attacked Calamity the moment they arrived. Though Calamity (with Biscotti's aid) tried to fend off his assailants, he was easily outnumbered and severely beaten. The Force left Calamity for dead as they then proceeded to burn down his entire ranch to serve as an example for the rest. Yet Calamity survived the raid when Pumpernick later arrived on the scene. He secretly took Calamity and Biscotti back home and nursed them to health.

Although Calamity recovered from his physical wounds, he couldn't recover from the emotional shock of losing the family ranch. Though his family were tearfully relieved their son had survived, Calamity still felt as though he had failed his ancestors. But what could he even do now? There was no chance he could start over anew so long as the Cooler Force remained in control.

The only solution left was the hardest one: Calamity had to leave Planet Wheat for his own safety. Pumpernick wanted to support him and came up with the idea of sneaking Calamity aboard a cargo ship along with his next crop shipment, and in essence smuggle Calamity out of Wheat. The plan was very risky but there was no other choice. Calamity wanted his family and Pumpernick to come with him, but it would've been too suspicious. Instead Calamity promised that he would keep an ear out on the Cooler Force's status, with the hope that he could come back home when the Force are ousted. Deep-down Calamity knew that it were just wishful thinking, but it was a comforting thought he needed for the journey ahead.

Nothing short of luck, the plan worked and Calamity left Planet Wheat undetected. He eventually landed on another alien planet and from there began to hop between planets as a migrant while working the odd job. All while evading the Cooler and Frieza Forces as he dreams of settling down somewhere...

[mothman---enthusiast]

#1 thing people are saying after NikkieTutorials coming out video that’s rustling my jimmies is people saying she “lied” to them. Oh, did she? Did she lie to you, person who has never met her, personally? Dunno where that sense of entitlement comes from but it’s certainly staggering.

#2 jimmie-rustler is all the fucking wackos who are like “I knew it because she’s so tall” SHE’S DUTCH!!!!!!