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Grandma's Indian Necklacethis story is part of the FanClub (fm:humour/parody, 1532 words)

Author: habu
Added: Mar 07 2008Views / Reads: 1385 / 975 [70%]Story vote: 8.00 (1 vote)
A never-can-be-told tale of Western herorism
 


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The beautiful young woman was on her way, in a coach and under military escort, across the eastern Colorado plains to the side of her elderly husband, the commander of Fort Hayden in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. They were only a short distance from their destination when the small tribe of renegade Indians attacked them.

There was little hope the coach could outrun the swift horses of the attackers, and there were only two soldiers and the coach driver against at least six Indian braves. The driver passed a rifle through the window to the commander's wife and told her to hold on tight and not to waste her ammunition as the coach lurched down the rutted trail at speeds it was never built to endure.

The woman looked out of the window in the coach door through the sights of the rifle. She'd never seen near-naked Indian savages before, and what she saw made her heart leap into her throat. Out in front of the riders paralleling the coach and shooting at the escorts was the one who surely must be the leader. He was barebacking a huge golden palomino stallion with a flowing white mane. The woman had never seen such a magnificent savage beast - and she thought the horse looked quite nice too. The man was bronzed, nearly naked, and formed well enough to start any woman's juices aflow. Long, straight, jet-black hair flowed behind the man's head as he and the horse galloped along in an undulating motion of rolling, syncopated muscled perfection. A breastplate of feathers and turquoise beads pounded back and forth on a ...

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