The sun was just about to come up. Since there wasn't much around at the time you could see the Rockies pretty far. California had been with less earthquakes and people then. Anywho, this don't matter much right now! Bullcreek, CA., is what they call it. Close to the border of Nevada. 49ers and settlers settled up or down if you want to be technical. At the exact sunrise a man was seen riding up on a white horse. People stopped to see who it was. Just the way he appeared made him look superior. Dust flew up all around him and his horse. His coat floated and his bag was about to fall.
His glasses appeared perfect to match his hat, moustache, and stern look. Parents rushed their children in their homes. Just when this man began to come downhill, he came across a tree with branches sticking outward. Before he could react he hit a branch and fell off the tall horse. Men laughed, women giggled, and a 49er shook his head and continued hitting a spike into the ground for no reason. The man stood and looked around, dusted himself off. This man is James Beaufant. Those that know him call him Sir James, but not many actually know him. He walked up to a nearby tavern and tied his white horse,"Easy boy."
"Hey boy," James turned," 'bout time you caught up wit the rest. How much money's you's got Beaufant?" This was Leslie Drumire. The drunk who's greedy and sneaky. He's alright to know but not when you got money on hand.
"Enough to try to win more. But first, a drink." and he walked in, leaving Leslie.
Ahh, the smell of booze and gun powder." He announced when he sat at the bar. Music played, dancers danced, and for some reason a peacock sat at a table with some drunks.
"What'll it be Sir James?" Hendrix Wrought asked.
"A glass of bourbon." he responded. He always tried to use a deep, strong, tough, voice. Sometimes he failed. Jefferson Haht sat beside him, always drunk and always timid. Sir James turned away while Jeffereson's head slipped and hit the bar, which would leave a giant mark later, and he hit the floor. Hendrix came over and gave James his glass of bourbon. He noticed Hendrix was shaking.
"Hendrix Wrought. You're shakin'." he said.
"It-it's the-a chill. I got a chill from the wind."
"But it's at least 90 degrees out, no wind."
"I'm just me." Hendrix said and rushed away. He is scared, thought Sir James and he chuckled, almost spilling his drink. Just then Leslie Drumire came in. He always caused trouble for anyone. James always wished Leslie wouldn't come near him.
"Please don't come over here, please don't don't don't." James whispered. Leslie sat down beside him. Almost tripping over Jeffereson. He tried to look tough and a look such as a matter-of-fact.
"Well now. If it ain't Sir James Beaufalt." he chuckled.
"Beaufant, Leslie. It is pronounced Beaufant." he replied. Why did people pronounce his name wrong , he did not know!
"I heard you won 'nother hand at poker!" Leslie said.
"As always, yes." he said bluntly. Took a sip. While they spoke, the dancer Josephine listened. She had red hair and it was curly like a porcelain doll. She is somewhat intelligent.
"How 'bout you play 'gainst me. One hand!" Leslie announced. Sir James looked at him, finished his bourbon and threw his glass down which broke on Jefferson.
"Alright, Leslie. One game, one winner." They went to a table, Leslie grabbed a man by the shirt and flung him. They sat down, everyone hushed to watch the two. Bullcreek had a rule: 3 strikes. If you get 3 strikes for something such as fighting, murdering, whatever, you get bannished from there. Away from the town. So far, the two men have only 2 strikes. As they played, Rec came in to see his brother at it again. Rec Beaufant, blond. He got that from his mother while James got his brown hair from his dad. Rec's short for Reginald. Except they call him Rec. Just to toughen him up. Rec, unlike James, is married to Cindi, a naive blond who is smart only at moments. They only had one child, daughter Mary. She always carried her doll Lucy around everywhere. Rec rushed over,
"James! You know you can't do this again! Think of your strikes!" he proclaimed.
"Rec, go fix your non...shaggy...hair." he said.
"James Zachariah Beaufant, you are going to end up fighting, Leslie's no good!" he said.
"Hey, I'm a no good that got's feelin' too." he, Leslie, said.
"Sorry." Rec apologized. At that moment, two men rode up on horses. Tom and Charlie the Dart. Both notorious cowboys who rob and murder. Tom has dark brown shaggy hair, shiny brown eyes that'll make you forgive he ever robbed or murdered someone in a second, and old dirty clothes. Charlie the Dart has dirty blond hair with some actual dirt in it, green eyes, and dirty clothes. Tom's always confused at times and Charlie tries to be serious. But doesn't really succeed. They stopped their horses outside of the tavern Shoot n Drink. They prepared to go in.
"Just go in and pretend we're new 'ere." Charlie seriously said.
"But, we are new," Tom looked at him," ain't we?" Charlie thought and just looked at his friend.
" Yes. We are, let's go." They walked in and went up to the bar.
"Can I help you boys?" asked Hendrix.
" I'll have some whiskey in a cup." said Charlie.
" A beer. In a bottle." Tom responded. After they got their drinks, they turned in their seats, Tom almost fell over due to a faulty seat, and they seen the two men playing poker.
" Beauflat, I think ya's cheatin' me." proclaimed Leslie.
" If I were cheatin' you, this game would've already ended long ago."
" That sound like them fightin' wards boy!" Leslie yelled. He flipped the table and Sir James stood slowly.
"Here we go now, James, don't!" yelled Rec. before they knew it, Leslie and James were fighting.
" Now's the time," whispered Charlie and he yelled," Hey! We're robbin' this place!" Nothing. "Hey-HEY!!" he yelled again. Tom grabbed out his gun, pointed up, cocked it, and fired-BOOM!!!- women sceamed and everyone turned.
"Now, thanks Tom." Charlie said. Tom nodded.
"It's my job." he said, nodding once and putting away his gun.
" A'right now, we are robbin' this place!" Charlie jumped up and got out his silver pistol.
" Well, do it already, gosh!" yelled old Mr. Teer. Charlie the Dart loaded his gun while Tom just looked at the old man and then turned to everyone else.
Most people just continued to do as they were doing before.
