At Cripple stream, mess

At Cripple stream, mess

They could make out the first water they had seen in four days in the distance. Frank and Celeste, Billy's wife, rode double to follow in Billy's usual manner. The scorching sun was attempting to kill them in the desolate, god-forsaken desert. Instead of being a sand- and cactus-filled desert, the Chihuahuan Desert is a rocky, mountainous region. Tall, rusty, reddish-colored sandstone cliffs dotted the land as the trio entered the New Mexico Territory. They wanted to start over after losing their previous home in Savannah, Georgia, off the north fork of the Broad River. It was a white plantation house with a long road lined with enormous live oaks and green moss sticking out of their branches. An enormous row of ancient oaks formed as a result of their close proximity, which caused them to become intertwined. On both sides of the road, enormous tobacco leaves swayed harmoniously as the wind moved through the rural landscape. The slave quarters were hidden behind the main house and were exceptionally clean and up to date for the time, despite the fact that Frank and Celeste had a room downstairs in the main house. In the unfortunate event that that house caught fire in the spring of 1864, Billy lost his wife. He never found out what caused the fire. After that, because he couldn't bear to stay there, he sold everything and invited Frank and Celeste to go west with him. Frank and Celeste, newly freed slaves, stayed with Billy after he was freed. He is a decent person. He is an honest person. Even before the war, he treated them like people. Billy was well-known for evaluating people based on their actions and impact on the world. "I'll tie the horses, Frank, you get some water, Celeste, you go get in the shade and cool down," Billy said as they stopped on the flat above the water hole. After that, he jumped down and rushed to help Celeste descend. Frank got off his horse and quickly crossed one leg. We wouldn't make it, in my opinion. "Good thing it hasn't dried up on us," Frank said as he gathered the containers. He tried to swallow, but it was pointless because he was dehydrated and his throat was as dry as sandpaper. "Do you require help with those?" Celeste declared. “No. We don't want you to flirt with us, so pay attention to Billy's words now and calm down immediately. Kindly grant me a moment. I treasure you. "I love you as well." Frank: "Enough lovey dovey, get us some water, or we'll all die here." As Frank was filling the canteens and working on the buckets, a gunshot, followed by another, rang out across the landscape. To get to the water hole, Frank carefully navigated the steep slope. "Frank, Frank, help, help, help, help, help, help, NO, NO, GET OFF ME, LEAVE ME ALONE, FRANK, HELP ME!" He tried very hard to get up the steep embankment, but the loose stones made it hard for him to get up there quickly enough. Two men's voices were echoing off the sandstone cliffs—probably more. He fought his way up to the top, where he saw Billy dead. After taking the horses, Celeste was helping them get away. The men and their horses vanished into the distance through the illusion. Until there was silence, the horses' galloping became less and less audible. Celeste had disappeared. "Now, what am I going to do? They have my wife, and I need to get her back, but we are going to ride out into the desert for three days because Billy is dead. It has no effect at all. It doesn't bother me. "I, I have to leave," he thought. When Frank turned back to Billy, his heart once more broke. His friend was hit three times, once in the neck and twice in the head. It was a bloodbath. Frank lost himself and fell to his knees, weeping down both of his cheeks. He cried out in pain as he tried to scoop the grayish-red clumps back into Billy's skull. After that, he realized that he had no choice but to leave his friend. Billy deserved better; he deserved to be honored and buried with dignity; however, Celeste still had a chance, and Billy was powerless to help. When Frank had to search Billy and take his belongings, he felt filthy and disrespectful, making the situation even worse. His 1861 LeMat nine-shot cap-and-ball revolver, also known as a "Grape Shot Revolver" due to the additional 16 gauge buckshot barrel beneath the 42 caliber main barrel, was underneath him when he rolled Billy over. Frank went back to the watering hole with Billy's canteen. While shouldering the canteen, he carried the gun in his waistband. Frank held his fingers horizontally between the sun and the horizon. There are three fingers between the sun and the horizon, three hours of daylight. After that, he started following the scumbags who had taken Celeste and began walking in the direction of Cripple Creek. "I'm coming for you," he murmured, but the desert wind drowned out his words. The thought of the terrible things Celeste might go through made Frank shake. He needed to keep following her through the night, but in the darkness, he might lose her. Regardless, he needed a horse, and Cripple Creek provided the best opportunity for him to acquire one. He thought, "I have to keep my wits about me," but he continued into the darkness, unaware that he would spend two nights wandering through the desert. Frank should have brought Billy's entire water supply, not just the canteen. After his rapid pace had failed to get him anywhere, he collapsed under his own weight because his body wouldn't let him take another step. He was close to death. Knowing he couldn't care for his own friends or family, he lay on the scorching ground and felt completely inadequate. This was his final thought before he fell into darkness with heavy eyelids. Frank was jolted awake by a series of painful blows to the sunburned face. "Thought you was food for the buzzards there for a minute," he said in a rough country voice. He helped Frank get to his feet and gave him some water. "Where are you going with this?" Frank grabbed the canteen and consumed the water so quickly that he nearly choked. After that, he kept drinking. "My wife is with them." “Who?”

"The men responsible are the ones who killed my friend, stole my wife, and left me here to die. Do you know where I could purchase a horse? I require one. "Hold on there, mister, how do I know you didn't kill your friend and your horses just ran away in the gunfight?" the man inquired. He focused his eyes on Frank's gun. I replied, "Because if I did, I would just shoot you and take your horse." "Name Angus, I'll give you a point," she said. “Frank”

Angus had a medium-length black-and-white shaggy beard and a short, stocky build with a slight gut. On his forehead and around his eyes, he had deep wrinkles. probably due to the fact that he spent his entire life in the desert. He had a round-brimmed tethered cowboy hat on and was smoking a small cigar between his teeth. "Now, proceed." He said as he got into his wagon. A small wagon with a single crooked bench seat was pulled by a single mulesled. Frank followed. On the way to town, Frank talked about what had happened at the watering hole. "Did you get a look at the men who took her?" Angus asked. "No, all I saw was their backs as they rode away," Frank responded. "Because you wouldn't even know them if they walked up to you and smacked you in the face," "You need to focus more on what you did see and less on what you didn't see." "I'm uncertain. Their horses were painted appaloosas, but that doesn't really mean anything to me. "Oh, my God, Appaloosas. You're having a lot of issues, buddy. You can't touch them if you don't have a death wish because they probably belong to the Graves Boys. They relocated individuals across the nation. They even work for the army that exterminates the Injuns and other groups. Angus spoke with nervousness. “I had a couple of run-ins with em when I was a lawman back in Missouri, and like I said, they do as they please, robbin, rapin, killin—none of it matters when they do it, because the Yankees just come and get em and they’re right back at it like nothing ever happened,” the lawman stated. "They do as they please, robbin, rapin, and killin," the lawman added. "They Frank inquired, "Will you help me? I must locate them." The city could be seen in the distance. You can ask me where they are. Their boss, Cody Graves, owns a ranch half a day's ride west of town. Turn right at the fork and continue straight until you reach the floating rock. "You’re just about an hour away from the lion's den once you pass the fork," Angus stated. With a deliberate, long "Woah!" After that, he eased off the reins and stopped the horses in front of the grain store. "Are you certain of that?" "I've got to, where can I get a horse?" Frank exclaimed. as he emerged from the wagon. Angus said, "Livery." He made it a point to point to a gray, old barn down a side street that had been damaged by rain. Frank said, "You saved my life, old man." After that, he left and went to the livery. After purchasing a mount and gathering supplies, Frank tied his horse outside the sheriff's office and went up the boardwalk, where he discovered a note that read "gone, be back Saturday." It was Friday. As a result, he rode west on his horse from the town. It turns out that the name "floating rock" really means something like that. It was a forty-foot-wide rock supported on a small pedestal in a precarious position. It seemed out of reach. Frank grabbed the appropriate fork right away. As the sun set, Frank saw the ranch house in the distance. After a small rise, he ran off the trail, away from the house and the road. He then tied his horse and rode to the top of the rise to take a final look at the ranch in the light. Frank was aware that it was an illusion that the barn and house appeared so small in the middle of such a vast open space. The residence was quite large. It had porches on each of its four sides and an upstairs balcony where a sentryman used a rifle to keep an eye on things. Round mountains partially covered in dead grass and tumbleweeds framed the entire scene.

Stop whoever is there. He said, "Stop right now," and he shot his rifle. The horse only moved faster as a result of the gunshot. He then dashed through the upstairs door. Frank could hear him coming down the stairs, loud conversation, and the guard and three other men exiting the front door. The other two men ran into the barn, saddled their horses, and followed while one man jumped on a horse that had been tied at the hitching post in front of the porch. Frank carefully made his way onto the porch and up to a window now that the coast was clear. He saw a man in black who was dressed well. He wore a gun belt with two silver-plated pistols and a neatly trimmed goatee. The boss must be this. Cody Graves has to be the one. Frank burst through the door with a gun in hand because Celeste would have to be inside the house if she were still alive. "I wouldn't," Frank said as Cody's hand twitched toward his gun. Frank inquired, "Where is she?" Cody responded calmly, "Where's who?" "My wife, is a woman present?" He responded, "Yeah, sure there is, but you got it all wrong pal." He then began to laugh. Cody stated, "Darlin, the man asked if there was a woman here." He took a look up at the steps. I'd say, "Oh, I'd say I'm all woman," baby. Celeste was the name. She was it. She had met Cody. Frank sank to his knees after thudding his gun to the ground. "Celeste, what is going on? Do you know this individual?” Who am I? She came up with the entire con. Cody stated: Who do you believe set fire to the house in Georgia? Celeste stated "Tell him, kid." "That would be me; however, I was employed by the army." Cody stated: “I knew he wouldn’t stay there after his wife died in that house, and I made sure she did,” Celeste said as she slowly descended the stairs. Who do you believe whispered to him about how wonderful the western frontier was? I knew precisely how to get all that money, and I was aware that he would cash out. That is correct, honey. Cody wrapped his arm around her waist and said, "Uh huh." Frank was shot in the head by one of the men as they returned to the house after capturing the horse and asking, "Want me to take care of him?" "Nah, we are going to do this in a legal way, and we will take him to the sheriff at dawn," Cody stated: Angus observed as Celeste and the Graves Boys led Frank, bound at the wrists, down Main Street and straight to the sheriff's office. As he made his way toward the telegraph office, he considered himself a "poor old fool." Cody said to Celeste, "Go ahead, tell the sheriff what happened." “Well, he shot Billy, killed my friend, and then told me how he had killed Mrs. I believed Dawson was going to kill me as well when he was in Georgia. I only managed to escape with my life. Frank responded, "That's not true." "I can show it. She pulled out Billy's canteen and revolver, both of which bore his initials B.D., and said, "Here, he had these on him last night." "No, you don't get it; I got those because-" The sheriff ordered, "Shut up, get in, and don't open your mouth again." He pushed Frank inside the cell, opened the door, and slammed it shut with a loud bang. "Now, let's go get your statement.," "May I give you guys a drink?" In his cell, Frank paced back and forth until the sheriff returned. He was by himself. You will be hanged if you wait more than three minutes for the judge to arrive. How on earth could you do that to a friend? You are deserving of everything you will receive. “But I-”

"Tell the judge about it." Frank was in a lot of trouble until one night, a familiar voice woke him up a few hours before daylight. “PSSST.”

Frank moved towards the window. Angus was the one! Frank asked, “What are you doing here?” Angus said, "Gettin' you out of here, I know you were set up, and I called in some help, Stand back." He signaled the other man by wrapping a rope around the bars and urging his horse to move. Angus had a horse waiting for Frank when the window gave way with such ease. He said, "Let's go." They formed a single line and left the town in the west. They rested their horses at a floating rock. "This is James and Buck," Angus said as he introduced his companions. They have had their own encounters with the Graves Boys, and like me, they were lawmen. Frank was fired, and James, well, let's just say that both of these boys want some retribution. Frank received a gun belt that Angus had taken out of his saddlebag. Two forty-five caliber six-shot revolvers shone in the moonlight. Frank tightened the belt by hanging it around his waist. "Billy deserved better than he was given." "You did too. Let's go get them now. The four horsesmen turned right and headed for Cody's. That night, Graves' Ranch was destroyed by fire and gunshots could be heard throughout the valley. The birth of the Cripple Creek Four Horsemen.

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