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The Path Of The Wind
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The Path Of The Wind
The Arizona Kidd
The Path Of The Wind
PART ONE
The Path Of The Wind
The Path Of The Wind
The Path Of The Wind

The Arizona Kidd hung up his spurs the day the tree split into crosses from the lightning bolt surmising that his LORD was not well pleased with him that day the Sherriff made his play. The Kidd wears a Jean Vest and spurs his boots are always black and shiny his Hat is leather with a nickel band no feather his Indian friends one day took his Rodeo hat and stuck a feather in it and laughed so now he avoids his Indian friends. The Holsters on his web belt are reversed for his quick draws the one on the left is his Silver plater hanggun. The holster on the right has a Gold Plated thumb gun the trigger is tied back to shoot the bullits one by one in a quick lethal manner he is shooting at the son of man to warn them to be left alone at sunrise come. He used to use the silver bullits but the leaded ones are nicer and the cost is so much cheaper and the Golden bullits on the belt are costly and not cheep palaver is not his forte. Listen as this tale is fabeled. He was drinking whiskey the Sherriff swore he would arrest him or die with his boots on trying to uphold the lawman looked like he had never missed a meal his bald headed visage in a grimace climbing up that hill to get a look down on that killer's camped out near the tree was tall and filled with wormwood and on that fatefull day the wind made a mourning noise and came near to watch the Sheriffs' play with the Arizona Kidd. He could not see into the sun. This was the Sherriff's thinking some people call it cheating. Real Name: David "Davy" Laramee
Identity/Class: Normal human
Occupation: Captain in the Texas Rangers
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Enemies: Sherriff
Known Relatives: None
Aliases: None
Base of Operations: Texas, c.1830s
The Whiskey made the Kidd fighting mad and he swore he would gun the Sherriff down
And then a funny thing began to happen to the Kidd he frowned for at that moment when the Sheriff neared to him the wind began to howl and all along the watchtower for a mile or more the people howled like Indians always do. Then the lightening came out of a clear blue sky and split the tree in two making the Sheriff cry and holler and dance on one foot like fat people always do. The Kidd tossed both his guns into the dust at the Sherriff's feet. Eye am threw he said with yew. The whiskey may have addled him is what the Sherriff always thought but the Kidd knew that it was a sign from his Lord the GOD the JESUS up above.


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