My name is Saipan, and this is my brother Chats; and we are about to
go on an adventure of a lifetime.
Here in the town of Sidney, Australia, on the docks, the fog horns sound to begin the day, but for Chats and me, no work to be found, and we are on the way to meet the Stagecoach. One more thing, I'm 17 years old and have been Ghosted by the town, and my brother is along for the ride. He was just 27 and just got married and divorced in the same week; divorced due to impropriety. He married the choir director's Daughter but slept with the PK (The preacher's Daughter, after the bachelor party. He keeps telling me he was supposed to marry her but was fooled by the choir director. And I'm supposed to believe him since I'm his sister. So here we are, band and waiting for our Stagecoach to arrive. We are in a bit of a drought. Rows was another person I met on the dock. She introduced herself, "I'm Row. Nine months. " Your pregnant?" No, no, no," It hasn't rained for nine months." She had long red hair and blue eyes and dressed like a cowboy. Her hair was in dreadlocks, so I immediately nick-named her Indi Eagle like one of my native American friends.
All she needed was the cowboy hat; she would be like my best friend in the Ozarks. All three of us, plus a few cow pocks with rifles that smell like dead kangaroos, waited to board." Hasn't it rained here for nine months? I said. "I overheard one of the Cow pocks with the tall hat say. In the distance, see dark clouds. From that moment, everything shifted. The street began to fill with people. Dust filled the air as it was a mess and looked a bit like a stampede. It was people, not houses. The majestic red Dodds Stagecoach, led by a team of Clydesdales, pulled to the loading dock. The cow pocks warned us to get on the Stage due to the gunfire.
Chats just looked at them. "What are you talking about themes' no gun…": His words were cut short when large drops of rain started falling from the sky. One landed right on my head and splashed Chats in the face. "Get in." The Cow pock shoved us in when everyone started hooting and hollering. They all shoot-in themes' six guns into the air." I haven't ever seen anything like this. "Me neither said Chats. After that, we just sat and enjoyed the sound of the rain and the cool breezy in the Stagecoach. And I am so glad those Cow pock sat outside on top of the Stage to guard the carryon and are not in here with Indi and me and Chats they smell like Kangaroos. And that's how my adventure of a lifetime began the day of the walley-gusher, the best day of the year.
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