#wild-west-core

[wildwestcore]

The second most popular mode to get around guests prefer is by train. But we will cover that in a later post. So, the next most popular mode is by horse back. The benefit here is that it allows you to take your time and travel at your own pace. but of course, this would mean you would have to know how to ride. If that's the case, you can bring your own horse or rent one, for the trip or your entire stay.

The stables at Sidewall has a couple of options here. They can rent you a horse as you need (of course there is a fee, for the horse, barding and feed. And you are responsible for the horse. And that means not just food but also bedding and bathing. Renting a horse can be done year-round and especially romantic for this snowy and autumn rides in the woods. Oh, and for those of you that bring your own horse and barding from home, the same rules apply to your horse, as you: your horses barding MUST be authentic. So, no modern fancy saddles, no logos, no plastic cords and braids. Real Leather and real hemp cord only.

Some people with hang around and find a saddlemate or more to ride with, if it's their first time. And just to note, by horse, it's about 2 hour ride from Sidewall to Bancroft and then another 2 hours to Aspen Ridge. So, if you leave late, you may want to prepare for an overnight camp out. Food and supplies can be purchased at Sidewall before you leave.

Another option is to hire a trailsman to help you get around, especially if it's your first time on a horse and in the territory. Horses are tethered together in a train.

Having the time to travel at your own speed, allows you to rest and camp any time you want. Of course, that means you are leaving yourself to the devices of Mother Nature, so be prepared mentally and well as with the right supplies. If you are lucky, you may run into an abandoned campfire or even an old, abandoned shack you can rest at. Or a local farmer may be willing to take a breather and chat with you.

Also, there is a small warning that being on your own, allows a greater range for ANYTHING to happen. You may run into a friendly merchant that will welcome you to take coffee with him. Or WORSE! These hills are filled with bandits my friend. Holdups do happen. (This is a discretion note for those into the ROLEPLAYING aspect that will be covered deeper as we get to Bancroft, Fort Addams, The native American village and other destinations.

[radishprincesss]

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[fshfish]

my oc i luv cowgirls 😊

[l0vehandles]

who are you

[slippy-socks]

hey baby, am i coming through?

cosmic american, anaïs mitchell

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Caleb Sykes moodboard 🌵☀️🐎

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Make way the King is coming through

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c!tommy core ✷

[snowballthekitteninwonderland]

Now's the turn for these doofuses to get hit with the cartoonification beam! I actually adore Ineffable bureaucracy bc conceptually it's one of the funniest things ever. The comedic potential!

Personally, I like to think angels also have animal characteristics/elements, and that Gabriel is a vulture (a white headed vulture specifically). Just imagine, both of them, on a moonlit night, holding hands, eating trash behind a Denny's💖

[visuac]

arabella got that 70's head

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[wildwestcore]

By far the most popular way to get from Sidewell is the train. And we are not talking some "Disneyland kiddie ride. Nope, this is a REAL authentic train. the small station is on the other side of the Sidewell, just down the path some. There is a sign so you cannot miss it. the fee is $5 a head except pets and babies. The train come in about 6 times a day and from 8am to 9pm.

The second most popular transmute is the local stage-line te stage only holds 4 adults comfortably and luggage is limited. The stage leaves the Corral 4 times a day and various times. Also costing about $5 a head.

Another travel option is hitching a ride with someone heading to Aspen Ridge, Bancroft, the Fort Addams or other destinations. for those well trained, you can also rent your own buckboard. It's a tad pricey because you also have to rent your horses and feed but it's all up to you.

Of course if you are not carrying much in tow, you can always just rent a horse. Sometimes you may find someone to ride with you, especially if you are new to the "territory" renting a horse means you are responsible for it, ALL the way through your stay. So, you need barding, boarding and food for it. If your idea is to ride your way around, there are people at the stable that will teach you all you need. But mind you, your mount is your responsibility and has to be returned proper.

And of course, those in the best shape with little gear in hand, will dare the walk. Some people fret this idea but some naturel lovers and those looking to camp love the experience.

[radishprincesss]

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[illochens]

cowgirl design!! who will she shoot!!

anyway these are two greeting cards I made!! I’ll have them available this winter for sale!

[l0vehandles]

i love american paint horses <3

[vanillacinnablog]

“Leave my lipstick on the cigarette

Just toss it and you stomp it out, out, out

Inhaling whisky when you kiss my neck

We've been hurting, but it's happy”

[phantomwritezstuff077]

The Runt - Billy the Kid

Summary: The runt is the smallest and has the least advantage in a group - commonly used when talking about a litter. And that is what Lauren is in the Seven Rivers gang:

The runt.

(PLATONIC! Billy the Kid x OC)

Warnings for this series: parental death, child abandonment, grief of a parent slight verbal abuse, physical abuse, mentions of sex, guns, violence, misogyny, use of a homophobic slur, complex feelings, drinking, underage drinking, smoking, drug usage.

THIS IS ALSO CROSS-POSTED ON MY WATTPAD: PhantomWritez2

Chapter One

Laurie had somehow convinced Jesse to let her go on a little cattle run with the rest of the guys. She was almost never allowed to go on those things because she was ‘too young’ or ‘too small’ or ‘too weak.’

Laurie, also known as Lauren (if you were to call her by her full name), was what the Seven Rivers gang called the runt of the litter.

The runt of the litter.

That was what Laurie was.

The smallest of the group, and often seen as the weakest even though she could do anything they could do, maybe even better than they could. And she hated being seen as some little fawn that needed to be coddled and looked after. 

The group galloped to the entrance of the ranch where Jesse dismounted his horse and was greeted by his girlfriend whom Laurie couldn’t really be bothered remembering the name of. And with that girlfriend, Barbara, if Laurie remembered correctly, stood the man the group had brought back to the ranch a few weeks ago.

Jesse said something about his name being Billy.

The 13-year-old tilted her head as she observed the strange guy. He looked a lot better than the last time she saw him. The last time she had seen him, he was lying on Artax’s back like a sack of potatoes and looking like he was about ready to kill himself. 

“Fellas, this here… is a very old friend of mine, Kid Antrim,” Jesse introduced, “Billy, Bob Olinger, John Beckwith, the runt back there is Lauren Casely.”

“Good to meet you,” Billy said, looking at the guys before his eyes fell on the little red-head girl. He could definitely see why Jesse referred to her as ‘the runt.’ You could tell right away she was the smallest and the youngest out of all of the guys here. Laurie sighed at the use of her full name, she didn’t really like it but she knew there wasn’t too much she could do to get the gang leader to stop calling her that.

She was just the runt of the litter, after all.

And she should be grateful Jesse didn’t shoot her on the spot when he found her, shouldn’t she?

Later that night, while all the guys sat around the table inside Jesse’s house, getting drunk or smoking tobacco. Or both. Laurie sat outside on the front porch, picking apart a twig she had found quietly. She never really felt like she truly belonged with the Seven Rivers gang, she was only here in the first place because Jesse caught her stealing supplies from his barn and decided to just take her under his wing instead of shooting her on the spot. But she was barely even acknowledged by him anyways, she was just another mouth to feed and body to bury to him. 

Her head perked up when someone sat beside her, she looked over to see Billy, nodding in acknowledgement before going back to tearing apart the twig in her hands. That was how the two sat for a good few minutes, sitting in the dark in silence until Billy spoke up.

“Lauren, correct?,” he inquired, watching the younger girl.

“Laurie,” Laurie replied, “I don’t like being called Lauren.”

The outlaw nodded, making a mental note about the fact that this kid didn’t like being called by her full name.

“So how’d you get here, running with a gang?,” Billy questioned, looking over at the young teenager next to him. “You don’t look much older than 12.”

“I’m 13,” the teen corrected, throwing her stick to the side. “Jesse caught me stealing from his barn when I was 10. Instead of shooting me on the spot he decided to spare me and just have me living under his care for some reason.”

Billy nodded, looking up at the full moon in the dark night sky. It had been a while since he had actually taken the time to appreciate the small things, like how bright the moon looked and how pretty the stars in the sky were. 

“Where’re your parents?,” the outlaw suddenly asked and Laurie sighed.

“Gone. My dad was killed, don’t know what happened to my ma, I just woke up one day and she had just disappeared, never heard from her since,” Laurie explained, clearly not really in the mood to talk but she knew that it would be rude not to answer Billy’s questions.

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The next morning Lauri found herself doing yard work while the other gang members worked on training new horses. Billy sat on the fence, talking with Jesse and Barbara while watching Jesse lunge one of the new horses. Laurie picked up a bag of some horse feed, tossing it into a wheelbarrow, ever so slightly eavesdropping on the conversation a few feet away from her. Jesse was talking about how the gang was thinking of going out to El Paso, and Laurie immediately knew she would probably get left out of that trip because she was too young or too weak, just like she always did.

The only reason she went on that trip that they returned from yesterday was because Jesse was “feeling nice.” 

“Hey, why do you call that one over there ‘runt’?,” Billy questioned as he looked over to where Laurie was working and then back at Jesse.

“Because that’s what she is, really,” Jesse answered, continuing his work with his horse. “She’s the smallest out of all of us, probably the weakest as well. Sounds like runt material to me, don’t it?”

Laurie rolled her eyes with a quiet sigh, she hated that nickname. Runt – the smallest and more often than not in a group, specifically used when you’re talking about dogs and other animals. But according to Jesse, it can be used on people too – given the correct circumstances, of course. And here’s the funny part, no matter how much Laurie disliked the taunting, the names and the constant reminder about the fact she would be nothing without him – Laurie always found herself trying to seek out Jesse’s approval one way or another.

That’s the beauty of Laurie’s life.

The red-headed teenager watched as Billy got up and followed Barbara down into a slightly wooded area where a few horses stood loosely tied by the mangers and water troughs. She rolled her eyes and continued working, Laurie never understood romance nor did she ever experience it or want to experience it. She didn’t really ever have those urges. 

After a few minutes Billy came back from the woods and approached her, Laurie slowed her movements for a moment. Trying to figure out why the new member was going to attempt to talk to her. 

“You need help with those?,” Billy asked, gesturing to the few bags of feed that still needed to be hauled into the wheelbarrow and brought into the stables. Laurie shrugged, picking up another bag and almost dropping it. Why did these things need to be so heavy?

“If you want to help, you can,” the child replied, putting the bag into the barrow with a small but tired sigh. Billy felt his face soften a bit when he noticed how tired the kid in front of him was. So he did what he believed was right and picked up the last few bags with ease and hauled them into the wheelbarrow. 

Laurie would be lying if she said that she wasn’t shocked that Billy helped her, because she wasn’t expecting him to actually do anything to make her life easier. In fact, he had been the first person in three years to actually help her with any of the chores she had been assigned. She stood there for a moment, glancing at the feed in the wheelbarrow before her blue eyes met his and she gave him a small smile.

“Thanks,” was all she said before pushing the wheelbarrow in the direction of the barn, not with ease though. She strained her muscles as she pushed the heavy supplies towards the barn, taking deep breaths as she did so. 

Billy watched Laurie and he couldn’t help but wonder why Jesse was having this child do this kind of work without at least a little bit of help, especially considering the fact she was a little bit small and naturally scrawny for her age. 

Why was there child labour going on at this ranch?

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