cgraven
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Then Came a Stranger
This is a closed thread for Georgie Girl, G G and cgraven you are invited to read along and enjoy.
Paradise that’s what they called the place but Paradise it was not. Oh the original settlers thought it was indeed Paradise after crossing the dry arid planes. A stream of clear waster running through a narrow valley, well perhaps a gulch more than a valley, the shade of few cotton woods. That was then, the cotton woods cut down, the stream a muddy creek now with the town of Paradise clustered around it.
The only thing that made people cluster around the stream and town was that it was a stop for the overland stage. The station manager Mat Coleman leaned against the coral fence and looked out over the barren plain and town. The town was a collection of buildings, some with canvas roofs, a general store, three saloons, one of which was a seedy dance hall, a blacksmith and a boarding house for overnight stage passengers. There was no church or school and few women, other than the dance hall girls. And then there was the plains hot, dust, and stretched as far as the eye could see.
Mat Coleman was a veteran of the War Between the States. He had fought for the Union cause, had been wounded at Gettysburg, and walk with a limp as a result. His sandy hair blew in the wind and he wiped the sweat from his brow it was going to be another hot day, just like so many before it and so many to come, until the cold winds of winter came, but there was always the dust. Mat pulled out his watch, the stage was late again, the change of horses was ready they nervously pawed the ground as they stood there waiting for the stage, waiting to be hitched. Just another day in Paradise.
This is a closed thread for Georgie Girl, G G and cgraven you are invited to read along and enjoy.
Paradise that’s what they called the place but Paradise it was not. Oh the original settlers thought it was indeed Paradise after crossing the dry arid planes. A stream of clear waster running through a narrow valley, well perhaps a gulch more than a valley, the shade of few cotton woods. That was then, the cotton woods cut down, the stream a muddy creek now with the town of Paradise clustered around it.
The only thing that made people cluster around the stream and town was that it was a stop for the overland stage. The station manager Mat Coleman leaned against the coral fence and looked out over the barren plain and town. The town was a collection of buildings, some with canvas roofs, a general store, three saloons, one of which was a seedy dance hall, a blacksmith and a boarding house for overnight stage passengers. There was no church or school and few women, other than the dance hall girls. And then there was the plains hot, dust, and stretched as far as the eye could see.
Mat Coleman was a veteran of the War Between the States. He had fought for the Union cause, had been wounded at Gettysburg, and walk with a limp as a result. His sandy hair blew in the wind and he wiped the sweat from his brow it was going to be another hot day, just like so many before it and so many to come, until the cold winds of winter came, but there was always the dust. Mat pulled out his watch, the stage was late again, the change of horses was ready they nervously pawed the ground as they stood there waiting for the stage, waiting to be hitched. Just another day in Paradise.