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A COWBOY NAMED JOE
 
THE YEAR WAS 1792 WHEN
LAND COULD BE BOUGHT BY
JUST PUTTING A STICK IN THE
GROUND. THEY TRAVELED
MANY_ MANY MILES JUST TO GET
TO WHERE THEY WANTED THEIR
LAND.

THE WAGON TRAIN WAS ON IT'S
WAY HAD 100 PEOPLE ON THIS
DRIVE. MEN OUT SIDE DRIVING
THE HERD WOMEN AND KIDS
WASHING CLOTHES AND MAKING
DINNER WITHOUT A WORD.

SUDDENLY A CHILD HOLLOWERED
INDIANS EVERYBODY HIDE OR THEY
WILL TAKE EVERYTHING ON THIS
DRIVE. BANG_ BANG WENT THE GUNS
TROUBLE HAD BEGUN, BUT THERE
WAS A COWBOY NAMED JOE WAS
REAL SMART HE WAS DONíT YOU
KNOW..

HE HELD UP A FLAG MADE A PEACE
SIGN, SAID LETS TALK. WE ARE
YOUR FRIENDS NEVER MENT YOU
NO HARM. INDIAN SAID HOW AND
THEY BECAME FRIENDS AND THAT'S
HOW MY LITTLE STORY ENDS.

NO FRILLS

November 01 2018
Author Clara Case ( Deen )
By deeny107
© 2018 deeny107 (All rights reserved)

By deeny107

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