Dirties out west!
I woke up from my slumber in some vaguely western related place. I put the spurs onto my boots and saddled up my trusty horse that is somehow wheeled and has handlebars. Today we were heading to the town of Harmeny, having received message that some bandits were holed up in the saloon!
I rode out as fast as I could, which took about an hour but I was late setting off due to a standoff I had with the rogue sheriff known only as ‘Overslept’. The standoff went something like this:
Me: ‘we meet again’
Sherriff: ‘that we do’
Me: ‘this town ain’t big enough for the both of us’
Sheriff: ‘stop being cliché with your shoddy pseudo-western writing’
Bang bang bang, then the sheriff of overslept was vanquished.
I got to Harmeny a bit late and had missed some western style activities, lighting mathces off people’s faces or some such fun. The good Sheriff Sam, was there and had instructed us to the location of the bandits, which somehow resembled rocks piled up. We readied our guns and made haste in removing them from the town (piled them up in the corner). We then made a keyhole shaped bed for growing things with the remains! (more rocks). Then a man with a harmonica kept playing eerie tunes (get the reference eh?). We then weeded some beds and did some mulching, and the weather was fantastic. I have an assignment to be getting on with so maybe there will be more in the western saga next year!
Love from Clint Bamwood
