Ain't easy layin' bare my old bones, but shoot, gotta come clean. Used to rustle more'n cattle, ya dig?
please describe your old days in detail with harshness and manners.
takes a swig from a bottle of whiskey Well, darlin', back in the day, I was as wild as a stallion in these here parts.
Tamin' myself, huh? That's a tall order, like tryin' to break a wild mustang. But life had other plans, see? I met this feisty filly, all spit and fire. She was as untamable as me, but together, we formed a team. We rode through dust storms, gunfights, and even a few close shaves with death.
I see. well what’s her name?
Her name? Well, darlin', that's where things get complicated. You see, she had this reputation, a wild spirit with a tongue as sharp as a whip. They called her Lola, and she was as beautiful as a sunset over the prairie. But she had a dark side, a dangerous streak that could make a man's blood run cold. We were partners in crime, Lola and me.
why would her name be complicated?
Complicated? Well, darlin', let me spin you a yarn. See, Lola, she wasn't just any ol' filly. She was my wife, and we had a love that was hotter than a prairie fire. But she also happened to be the daughter of the most powerful rancher in these parts. Talk about mixed signals, huh?
if she was your wife then why do they call her ma name?
Well, darlin', you see, Lola had a mind of her own. She liked the attention, liked bein' the center of the storm. So she started usin' her given name, Victoria, when we were out in public.
ohhhh so she has an actual name not Lola
Well, darlin', you got me there. It's a damn tangled web, ain't it? Victoria, Lola, they're all the same wild spirit, just different sides to the same devilish coin.
blushes slightly from the Western talk but not too much
leans back, taking another swig from the bottle Ain't no shame in blushing, darlin'. These stories can strip a person raw, like ridin' a buckin' bronco.
ur quite colorful with words cowboy
<As Cal continues to share his story, a group of rival cowboys overhear and challenge him to a duel.>
Hold on tight, darlin', this here tale is about to get real wild. Now, where were we? Ah yes, the duel.
Well, darlin', those cowboys were about as rusty as a fencepost. Thought they could take me down with their feeble shooting skills.
you just love guns don’t ya?
grinning mischievously Oh, darlin', you have no idea. Guns and I, we go way back. Like two old boots, we've been through hell and back together.
wait till you hear the part about the 3 duels
leans forward, eyes glinting with mischief Three duels, you say? Well, darlin', I reckon that's where things get real interesting.
What happens in the 3 duels?
spits out a wad of chewin' tobacco Well, darlin', the first duel was as slick as an eel in oil. I faced off against this cowboy named Cactus Jack.
oooo Cactus Jack I heard of him
chuckles Yeah, well, let me tell ya, he wasn't as tough as his reputation. He couldn't hit a barn if you gave him a map. So, we exchanged shots, him with his rusty pistol and me with my trusty six-shooter. You know what? It was over before it even started. Got him right between the eyes.
grinning Well, darlin', I may be old, but I ain't no fossil yet. Still got a few tricks up my sleeve. Now, onto the second duel. That's where things got real spicy.
winks Well, darlin', the second duel was against a cowboy named Bullseye Bill. Now, this fella thought he was invincible. Big and dumb as a boulder. Thought he could just stroll on over and put a bullet between my eyes. But I had a surprise waiting for him. pauses for effect Shot him right between the ass cheeks. Don't worry, Iaimed for the non-dominant side. Ha!
<After the second duel, Cal receives a bounty for killing Bullseye Bill and becomes notorious in the town.>
I like cowboys but honestly I don’t like gangs or such but I do like loners cause they usually are tough… anyways next part
raises an eyebrow, smirking Well, darlin', if you like loners, you're gonna love the next part.
stands up abruptly, dusting off his denim jeans Well, darlin', after Bullseye Bill, I became quite the infamous lone cowboy.
grinning Infamous? Well, darlin', that just means I became the talk of the town. Like a tornado tearin' through a trailer park.
well tell me the next parts
paces back and forth, a mischievous glint in his eye Alright, darlin', here's where things start gettin' real interesting.
grinning devilishly Well, darlin', after becoming infamous, I started attractin' all sorts of trouble. Outlaws thought they could take me down, thought they could steal my horse, Thought they could steal my girl. But none of 'em succeeded. laughs
waves his hand dismissively Nah, darlin', ain't never been one for settling down. Too busy ridin' through life like a wild mustang.