Dresden Files Dallas

Journal Entry, Injuns

July 13, 2012 03:14
   Yeah, Injuns everywhere, and the only bonafide Cowboy is knocked unconscious by one of ‘em! Here was a classic iron vs. arrow showdown—the best in Texas since 1882’s Frio Canyon—an’ a noggin knock puts me down like a boxer’s towel! I’ve been fixin’ to line my Stetson with Kevlar so as to make it as all-purpose as it needs to be…now, reckon I’m out of excuses fer puttin’ that off any longer.

   Anyways, the Good Lord at least blessed me with a Texas-quality skull, so I was able to regain my senses a’fore ALL the action was over. However, I fear I wasn’t entirely my right self comin’ to, as after I helped take out some o’ the Natives in front of the house, their shaman put up a thick layer of mist to high-tail it, an’ like a senseless newborn critter, I go the wrong way to try an’ git a fix on their retreat!

   I tell you one thing: I ‘aint done with ’em, not by a long shot. Believe you, me, it’s personal! We managed to foil their rustlin’ attempt on that box, so I’d bet my bottom dollar they’re itchin’ fer round 2 also. An’ I aim to be ready fer ‘em. In the mean time, I’ll be nosin’ aroun’ fer the intel I need to get the drop on ‘em. Y’all picked the wrong Texas Ranger to mess with.
Cody hit the range hard and heavy, and in his committment to excellence, enfused by his damaged ego over a Native getting the drop on him, raised his “Guns” a final level.

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