Blondie slowly mounted as the group departed and left the place almost deserted. As he reached the place where they had gathered, the sun warmed up the earth even as it was early morning.
He spotted a man still sitting at the ground, his gun a few metres away. Blondie watched him with amusement, spit at the ground and lit another cigar while saying "Mornin' " to the stranger.

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

John was at camp with his riders and dismounte dhis horse to set up a tent. He let his horse graze and lit a fire to cook some dinner.

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[I really don't know what to write, guys...]

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Siggy set made by the amazing Lembas!

((Me neither, guess I'm waiting for LDM to reply))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(( yeah i have no clue wha to write)) something interesting needs to happen again hmm maybe ))

John was resting against a log with his hat in front of his face and a cigar in his mouth.

He got up to take his horse out for a ride. He was trotting him along when all of the sudden out of no where an arrow flew right by his head. He looked up his horse raring in place and doingl ittle skiddish jumps. He calmed him down and rode back to camp to warm everyone.

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After warning the camp he rode out again to investigate this time with a rifle in his hand and a pistol in his belt. He knew it wasn't a Native because it was a bullet, unless all of the sudden Natives had guns.
Another bullet skidded on the dirt this time John looked up and followed where it came from.

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((Meranwen, your Brego banner is absolutely fabulous! and I also love your avi! ))

Blondie rode on, once in a while taking a sip of water from his flask, his hat pulled over his eyes. Suddenly he heard gunfire and he grinned.
It was never quiet around here...

((Who's shooting at you Meranwen?))

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O children, lift up your voice, lift up your voice,
Children, rejoice, rejoice..



It doesn't matter you don't believe in God, He believes in you.

(( hehe thanks i like it to i thinkits really pretty anyways i have no idea whose shooting me... hehe havent gottent hat far yet but I WILL don't worry im pretty sure im going to make it like an indian outkast who bought a gun from a white man who is trying to get vengeance upon people them i befriend him and such just yeah))


He could vaguely see the shimmering of a pair of eyes and a horse behind the man. He trotted up with a clear view of a indian by himself with a beautiful paint horse. The Native was holding a gun and shaking. He looked as thought he had been beaten and thrown out of his tribe.

John tried to comfort the man but he kept on screaming at him in his own tongue. he eventually dropped the gun weeping to himself.

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