TheIrishRover
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Lee Ramirez was dog tired, when he rode into town on a Sunday morning. He had been out on a cattle drive for three weeks now, and he wanted nothing more than a real bath, a real shave and some real grub. His dungarees and white cotton shirt were filthy, and his battered ten gallon hat had seen better days.
Lee was the son of a Mexican cowboy and an American whore, and as such, was not easily accepted by either culture. He had spent his life, since his poor mother had been murdered by a John, riding the range, looking for a ranch that would take him on long term.
The town was Dead Man's Grove, Texas; a piss poor excuse for a town. It had a general store, a saloon, and only a handful of other buildings were still in use. Once it had been a cattle boom town, but now the railroads had cut it out of the loop. Still, it was a place to hang his hat, while he looked for another job. Getting hired on full time, when you were as tan as he was, wasn't easy.
He was a tall drink of water, with broad shoulders and long black hair, tied in a ponytail. His Roman nose was situated between two almost black eyes and he had a firm chin and expressive lips.
The horse he rode in on, his old pal Pistol, had seen better days as well. He needed a good rubdown and some oat mash. Lee road first to the livery stable, and arranged for the care of his horse, before heading over to the barber to have his three weeks of beard growth shaved off. Next he paid for a bath, changed into his spare pair of clothing, and arranged for his work clothing to be washed by a local Chinese laundry.
When he stepped into the El Dorado Saloon, he had on a fresh red shirt, with fringe and had a fresh scrubbed appearance to him. The El Dorado was nothing more than four walls and a bar, with beat up tables and chairs, but it was enough.
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Lee was the son of a Mexican cowboy and an American whore, and as such, was not easily accepted by either culture. He had spent his life, since his poor mother had been murdered by a John, riding the range, looking for a ranch that would take him on long term.
The town was Dead Man's Grove, Texas; a piss poor excuse for a town. It had a general store, a saloon, and only a handful of other buildings were still in use. Once it had been a cattle boom town, but now the railroads had cut it out of the loop. Still, it was a place to hang his hat, while he looked for another job. Getting hired on full time, when you were as tan as he was, wasn't easy.
He was a tall drink of water, with broad shoulders and long black hair, tied in a ponytail. His Roman nose was situated between two almost black eyes and he had a firm chin and expressive lips.
The horse he rode in on, his old pal Pistol, had seen better days as well. He needed a good rubdown and some oat mash. Lee road first to the livery stable, and arranged for the care of his horse, before heading over to the barber to have his three weeks of beard growth shaved off. Next he paid for a bath, changed into his spare pair of clothing, and arranged for his work clothing to be washed by a local Chinese laundry.
When he stepped into the El Dorado Saloon, he had on a fresh red shirt, with fringe and had a fresh scrubbed appearance to him. The El Dorado was nothing more than four walls and a bar, with beat up tables and chairs, but it was enough.
OOC: I am looking for someone who will post two paragraphs per post. Jump in.
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