"Marshall Dillon! Marshall Dillon!"
"What is it Festus?" Dillon asked.
"There was a shootin' star landed in old man Petrie's north 40! He want's someone official ta see what he's found in it!"
"Right, I'll be along shortly."
--Later--
Marshall Dillon looked into the crater amid the rows of corn and gaped at the blonde man in the singed red duster curled up in a ball.
"Is he... SLEEPING?"
Old man Petrie piped in, "Well that's the thing, I saw the fireball come in, and there he was, holdin' on to this little lady here." With that, he gestured to the somewhat scandalously attired woman beside him. Oh, she had a long enough white overcoat, but her skirt gave teasing glimpses of her knees over the tops of her boots. The slight tilt to her eyes betrayed a mixed heritage.
Dillon tipped his hat. "Pleased to meet you, Miss. I'm Marshall Matt Dillon, and I'm the law around here."
The young woman bent at the waist. "I'm Meryl Stryfe, of the Bernadelli Insurance Agency." She handed over a calling card. "And that," she said, pointing to the snoozing man, "is Vash the Stampede."
-- Kindasorta prologue for: "TriGunsmoke"
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll
"What is it Festus?" Dillon asked.
"There was a shootin' star landed in old man Petrie's north 40! He want's someone official ta see what he's found in it!"
"Right, I'll be along shortly."
--Later--
Marshall Dillon looked into the crater amid the rows of corn and gaped at the blonde man in the singed red duster curled up in a ball.
"Is he... SLEEPING?"
Old man Petrie piped in, "Well that's the thing, I saw the fireball come in, and there he was, holdin' on to this little lady here." With that, he gestured to the somewhat scandalously attired woman beside him. Oh, she had a long enough white overcoat, but her skirt gave teasing glimpses of her knees over the tops of her boots. The slight tilt to her eyes betrayed a mixed heritage.
Dillon tipped his hat. "Pleased to meet you, Miss. I'm Marshall Matt Dillon, and I'm the law around here."
The young woman bent at the waist. "I'm Meryl Stryfe, of the Bernadelli Insurance Agency." She handed over a calling card. "And that," she said, pointing to the snoozing man, "is Vash the Stampede."
-- Kindasorta prologue for: "TriGunsmoke"
''We don't just borrow words; on occasion, English has pursued other languages down alleyways to beat
them unconscious and rifle their pockets for new vocabulary.''
-- James Nicoll