Please write a story about a Cowboy, a Horse, and Miss Kitty?

Question

Please include yourself in the story!!

You may include me as well!

Answer 1

Their was a cowboy with a horse named Miss Kitty who lived fast and died young. Why you ask, its a long story, so if you have time, I could tell you.

He was 19 at the time, 1864. Jeb was head strong, wild and as some people had told him (many times) a chip on his shoulder, long blond hair and not a care in the world, so it seemed.

Ladylinda, kept her gun with her at all times, she knew that in the west a girl must have some protection, and her father had taught Ladylinda how to handle herself.

Ironically they had both come out west for the same reasons. Jeb needed to see were his place was in life, with his skills as a gun fighter he had never backed down from a fight nor lost one. Ladylinda was very young when her mother had died. Her father knew she would need to know certain skills to live, so treating her more like a boy than a girl she grew up strong. Neither had ever felt that the life they led, was the life they would lead.

When Jeb stood up, his first reaction was to pull his gun, he had never been late before. Looking down the barrel of a early model Winchester made him think twice about putting his hand the revolver that hung at his hip. Her eyes were clear, dark blue and bright, she had an expression conviction on her face, just make a move she
thought.

Jeb knew that look, he had seen it many times, but this time was different. The men he had encountered with this look were by this time, falling backward, in pain and astonishment. Most were dead before they had hit the ground.

When Ladylinda had reached the out skirts of the known territory, at the time, she felt freedom, more freedom that she had felt in her life, at age 19. She was not going to let anyone or anything keep her from finding out what was keeping her unhappy. Sure she knew what a girl was supposed to do, but with her background she would never fit in. Even her name "Ladylinda" was not who , who she was. She had been teased as a child growing up, "here comes, Ladylinda" the other girls would laugh. "She’s not a girl she is a boy!" they would say. Sure she liked climbing trees, fishing, fighting, yes she won a few fights in her day. She knew life for her would be tough but she loved her father and kept him in her thoughts. She wanted more than just what life offered other girls.

"You know you remind me of a deer I shot two days ago" Ladylinda said with a sarcastic smile. Jeb didn’t know wither to laugh or just pull her bluff and go for his gun.

"Did you keep the deer in this much suspense or did you just shoot him and get it over with?" Jeb replied with the same sarcastic tone.

"Well the deer was in better shape than you, and smelled a whole lot better too" Ladylinda could not help but say this without a smile on her face as she lowed the barrel of the gun. "maybe if you took a bath once in a while you could catch something to eat, before it smelled you and ran off" With that she put the Winchester back in the scabbard and dismounted the horse she was on with ease.

Jeb had know idea what had just happened. For him girls had been a necessary evil, sure they were fun, and smelled good and at times he had even thought about maybe marring one. But in most cases one girl he had thought about, wound up hugging some other cowboy later that night. He would get angery and maybe even later he ended up putting plug in some poor cowboy that had disrespected one of the girls at the saloon. Yep girls for him were trouble.

“So what’s yer name young lady” Jeb was not sure how to really talk with her, she was completely different than any girl he was used to. She looked like a girl but she dressed like a cowboy, boots, hat, shirt, and sported a nice rifle. Her horse was well groomed it looked like it had eaten a lot better than he had for some time.

“You know cowboy, asking me my name seems a little forward, maybe you could start off by telling me your name, son” This remark made Jeb’s blood boil, he would have shot anyone that had talked to him like that. He was red in the face and his right had made a move toward his Colt 45 when, “You know a move like that can get a boy kelt!” Ladylinda said.
“ I tell you what, you promise to be good and I will let you live another minute” Jeb finally said.
“Well it appears that were at a standoff cowboy, you know what, you seem hungry and tired, I like you, my name is Ladylinda and yours?”
Jeb was tired and very hungry he had not had a meal for some time, the lucky shot now and then with his Colt was just that, lucky. A Colt 45 is great for killin but for hunting it was worthless.

“Jeb, Jeb Dawson” said Jeb.
“Glad to meet your acquaintance young Jeb” Ladylinda was satisfied that this young man was at this time, not a threat to her.
“How did a boy like you end up out here” Ladylinda had changed her tone, almost to the point of sounding sympathetic. She had learned from her father how to protect herself and maybe even more than anything how to have compassion. Before Jeb could say a word, the sound of gun fire made both jump. Jeb was now in his element, he knew exactly what to do. He returned fire in the direction of the sound and pulled Ladylinda with him. They ended up behind a large rock, breathing hard and wondering who would be shooting at them, Jeb turned to Ladylinda, “keep still I will be right back”

In the next second he was gone, she heard the exchange of gun fire and then silence, she wondered what was happening. She had pulled her gun and was waiting when Jeb walked up behind her, “looking for me” She was startled and at the same moment relieved and happy to see him.

“What was that all about, who was that , are you OK?”
“Whoa there, one question at a time!” Jeb said. “I am not sure who that was but someone has been fallowing me for a couple of days, and why, you know about as much as I do. Oh and by the way, I am OK, thanks”.

Ladylinda was thankful that Jeb had been there when who ever started shooting, she is a remarkable marksman and very savoy hunter but when it comes time to shoot at people, well she had never had to think about it. “Jeb Dawson! I know you, your name precedes you!”

Jeb’s sudden flash back of all the men he had killed took him off guard. He had hoped that by coming out here he could start a new life, but life is what it is, and this was his life. Being known as a killer was not what made him who he was, deep inside he was a kind person. The remark had really startled him so much that when the bullet entered his body, he thought “who kicked me?” Then he heard the sound.
It was a long rifle, a bullet from a long rifle, and that can put the scare into anyone. Jeb sat back against the rock, his body sank to the ground.

Ladylinda knew what had happened, who ever had just shot Jeb was some way off, she needed her Winchester. The horse was some two to three feet from her it would be at great risk to try and retrieve it, but she had to, if they were both to survive. With Jeb below her and bleeding badly she made her move. Again the gun fire, but this time it was small arms fire, lucky for her they were some way off also.

She made it to the horse and pulled the rifle out of the scabbard, with the sound of bullets hitting the ground at her feed as she ran. She had hunted all of her life, but this was the first time someone was shooting at her. She hit the ground and returning fire with her small Colt revolver, she made it back to the rock.

Jeb was in shock, eyes wide open and breathing heavy, yes he had the stare, he was dying. She had to move fast if either one of them was going to make it out alive, there was always hope.


Note: I write as I go, if you like it, thank you, feed back is good. (grammer needs work) Thanks Duster

Answer 2

Miss Kitty was riding the range one day when she had this unbelievable urgency in the lower regions of her belly. She parked her harley got off and ran into the woods. While in the middle of the procedings, she heard a noise. The thump-thump of hooves. Frightened, she cut her business short, and started back to her bike. She was almost to the bike, and she stopped, dead in her tracks. Standing there, looking down on her from his big steed, was none other than.... the Marlboro Man. She nearly fainted in awe. Probably would've hit the ground if not for the cat-like reflexes of the wheazing, leather-faced cowboy. He picked her up in his arms and off they rode into the sunset. He offered a smoke and she accepted, and said" sure thing, theres nuthin better than a smoke right after being scared sh*tless!"

-The End

Answer 3

Barkeep! yet another Drink! i could be dreaming. That guy that merely walked interior the door replaced into my fiance for 2 years. He dropped me after he took an interest in a woman that he met on the bar. The humorous factor is the lady wasn't a woman I heard. She replaced right into a drag queen. ROFL I hear it squashed his ego while the inverted manhood replaced into printed. Oh right here he comes. LOL nicely, nicely, nicely....no count if it extremely isn't any longer Mr.Cool. I hate to rain on your picnic however the gay adult males have not arrived yet. you merely carry yer taters! i understand they are going to be right here quickly. Love is definitely interior the air. Sucker!! LOL

Answer 4

Dodge City,Kansas
Circa 1876

Matt Dillon was just returning to Dodge after a week out on the prairie. In his duties as U.S. Marshal, he is often called away from the town he calls home. This particular trip had been especially tough for him. First off, his trusty old horse,"Love Potion #9" had thrown a shoe. As this took place in the middle of a thunderstorm, it was even more difficult to make the repairs. If that wasn't bad enough, the crook he had been pursuing was none other than T.J.Maxx....
the fanciest dressed desperado you'd ever hope to see. All his clothes were the rage of the day. He was a clever crook...the worse kind. It had taken alot out of Matt to FINALLY track him down. After a huge fist fight, Matt had finally apprehended him. T.J. complained all the way to the jailhouse in Hayes City that Matt owed him some new clothes.
Matt had told him more than once..."If you mention how I maliciously ripped the pocket from your purple trousers ONE MORE TIME, I swear I'll kill you !!"

Matt was glad that this trip was coming to the end. Here's the deal....the REAL poopy thing about being away from Dodge was that he had to be apart from his new lady love...yep....you guessed it....Sunshine McGillicutty. His sweet and sassy filly from Virginny!! She had replaced the ever present Miss Kitty.......who was STILL in a tizzy over all of this. Kitty had taken to heavy drinking to try and calm her nerves and mend her shattered heart. She even wrote a song abut the whole mess....(to the tune of "Ticket To Ride") ♫ I think I'm going to be drunk. I think it's today. The man I love more than life, is going away. He's got a hell of a nerve. He's got a hell of a nerve. He dumped me for that young chick......and now I am sick" ♫

Well, Matt was riding into town just as Kitty had finished singing her song. She watched him as he dismounted his horse and fell into the arms of little ol' Sunshine. (She had been waiting in his office all day for his return.) Kitty sneered and took another swig of Rotgut . She opened her window and screamed like a banchee...." Matt Dillon. You'll pay for this!!! No one dumps Kitty Russell!!! And as for you, little Miss Sunshine. I'm going to kick you where the sun DON'T shine!!!! Brwwwwwwwwwwww!! " And with that, she belched loudly and closed her window.