Asa
Writer...Dream...Fantasy
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Idea that came to mind watching one of my few favorite Westerns. The daughter and son/granddaughter and grandson of a couple of the characters. The western that spawned the idea is titled outlaw justice. Dalton However survives the gunfight in Cordoba and ends up having a daughter who when he dies gets sent back to the US and first finds the two old men who she is named after and they teach her to be the noble outlaw... lady gunslinger just as lethal with a smile as a knife rifle or gun. Taught by the best she becomes the best and finds herself the target of none other than the son of her mentors and adopted grandfathers former youngest outlaw protégé Bryce. Bryce son however became a sheriff in Hard Edge just like Dalton had been. Then his path crossed hers this beautiful lady gunslinger... what is a sheriff to do...
Torrance Lee Dalton. Lady Gunslinger
Draw... Torrance barked out standing before her. She stared down her name sake and went for her gun. The expected thrown hunting knife found its mark pinning her arm by the shirt sleeve to the porch support behind her. Then the glass bottle on the fence behind him shattered as she had popped a derringer out of her sleeve and fired.
Good aim Lee called out. Glad we ain't on your bad side young lady and proof we have taught you all we can to survive her in the west.
Lee's wife looked over from her chair. You can not return to Cordoba... promise us you will not return there.
She nodded to them and smiled a reverent smile to them. I will not go back to Cordoba... any time soon. I want to see the town father called home... and enjoy... my freedom here in America.
Lee and Torrance just looked to each other and shared a knowing nod. They had trained her well and be it bank train or stagecoach she would be victorious.
After weeks of wandering and knocking over a bank here and there she had found her way days after her wanted poster to Hard Edge. Riding in she made her way to the saloon and nodded to the bartender who fixed her a whiskey. She saw some drovers hassling other patrons and looked to the bartender. Need some help with that pest problem friend? She lifted her head a little and gave the bartender a better look at her face his expression quickly changed and an almost frightened nod was all he offered. She smiled slammed her shot of whiskey and turned to face the trouble makers.
Well now gentlemen... looks like you all need a lesson in manners. So here it is... you can leave or... you can leave.
Seeing it was just a woman a couple of them stood up the third guy went to grab for his associates but it was too late. The largest of the three went for his gun only to end up with a bullet in his hand.
Don't be stupid boys I asked you nicely to leave so let's try this again.
The situation ended the expected way the three drovers with bullets in their hands and then in their chests and the mystery woman long gone except for her hat with a bullet hole in it and a soft linger of perfume on it to by the time the Sheriff arrived.
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Walker Dalton Naylor... Sheriff
The latest wanted poster landed on his desk as the rotund mayor glared at him. His dad had told him what had happened in Hard Edge when he rode with Lee and Torrence. The mayor seemed to know the tales too since he lived them. Walker just nodded and smiled till the man left. He glanced at the clearly rebuilt wall where Dalton had blasted his way to retirement and back info the fray. Sounded like they really knew how to live. Shame he never got to meet Lee Torrence or Dalton. Maybe one day when this town gets too boring or pompous he might let them relive Dalton's retirement performance. He even had a little three stick roll of dynamite waiting for that day in the gun safe.
When he finally looked at the poster and saw a woman staring back at him he was stunned. If her picture was that beautiful just how much more stunning was she in the flesh. Reading the name almost gave him a chill. Her last name was Dalton... no way... couldn't be any kin to... then again her names was Torrance Lee Dalton. Could dad have been wrong... No had to be a coincidence. He sat staring at the picture on the poster wanting her to come to Hard Edge but hoping he would never have to meet her.... even the law is only human after all.
Several days later there was a disturbance at the Two Bit Saloon but by the time the Sheriff walked in some drovers who had always been trouble lay dead the bartender and everyone else had nary a scratch on them and the gunman that "took out the trash" as the bartender said was long gone except for a dusty brown hat with a bullet hole in the brim and the soft scent of... perfume?
Torrance Lee Dalton. Lady Gunslinger
Draw... Torrance barked out standing before her. She stared down her name sake and went for her gun. The expected thrown hunting knife found its mark pinning her arm by the shirt sleeve to the porch support behind her. Then the glass bottle on the fence behind him shattered as she had popped a derringer out of her sleeve and fired.
Good aim Lee called out. Glad we ain't on your bad side young lady and proof we have taught you all we can to survive her in the west.
Lee's wife looked over from her chair. You can not return to Cordoba... promise us you will not return there.
She nodded to them and smiled a reverent smile to them. I will not go back to Cordoba... any time soon. I want to see the town father called home... and enjoy... my freedom here in America.
Lee and Torrance just looked to each other and shared a knowing nod. They had trained her well and be it bank train or stagecoach she would be victorious.
After weeks of wandering and knocking over a bank here and there she had found her way days after her wanted poster to Hard Edge. Riding in she made her way to the saloon and nodded to the bartender who fixed her a whiskey. She saw some drovers hassling other patrons and looked to the bartender. Need some help with that pest problem friend? She lifted her head a little and gave the bartender a better look at her face his expression quickly changed and an almost frightened nod was all he offered. She smiled slammed her shot of whiskey and turned to face the trouble makers.
Well now gentlemen... looks like you all need a lesson in manners. So here it is... you can leave or... you can leave.
Seeing it was just a woman a couple of them stood up the third guy went to grab for his associates but it was too late. The largest of the three went for his gun only to end up with a bullet in his hand.
Don't be stupid boys I asked you nicely to leave so let's try this again.
The situation ended the expected way the three drovers with bullets in their hands and then in their chests and the mystery woman long gone except for her hat with a bullet hole in it and a soft linger of perfume on it to by the time the Sheriff arrived.
______________
Walker Dalton Naylor... Sheriff
The latest wanted poster landed on his desk as the rotund mayor glared at him. His dad had told him what had happened in Hard Edge when he rode with Lee and Torrence. The mayor seemed to know the tales too since he lived them. Walker just nodded and smiled till the man left. He glanced at the clearly rebuilt wall where Dalton had blasted his way to retirement and back info the fray. Sounded like they really knew how to live. Shame he never got to meet Lee Torrence or Dalton. Maybe one day when this town gets too boring or pompous he might let them relive Dalton's retirement performance. He even had a little three stick roll of dynamite waiting for that day in the gun safe.
When he finally looked at the poster and saw a woman staring back at him he was stunned. If her picture was that beautiful just how much more stunning was she in the flesh. Reading the name almost gave him a chill. Her last name was Dalton... no way... couldn't be any kin to... then again her names was Torrance Lee Dalton. Could dad have been wrong... No had to be a coincidence. He sat staring at the picture on the poster wanting her to come to Hard Edge but hoping he would never have to meet her.... even the law is only human after all.
Several days later there was a disturbance at the Two Bit Saloon but by the time the Sheriff walked in some drovers who had always been trouble lay dead the bartender and everyone else had nary a scratch on them and the gunman that "took out the trash" as the bartender said was long gone except for a dusty brown hat with a bullet hole in the brim and the soft scent of... perfume?
