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Alright Guys I have been writing stories for about 4 or so years but I have never finished one....Unless it is a one-shot...:cry: Anyway I think it's because I feel something is wrong with the story...I hope that you guys like it and I know it really has no point as of yet and it's just random banter however I think it will turn out decent...I hope...Anyway=3 show me what you think (don't tell me! XD ) Oh :shock: and uh just ta let you know this is in Old Western Slang I think I used it to much but Imma hopin its right

Once upon a time there was a very beautiful princess who…
“This is about as knocked into a cocked hat as it can git!!!!” The spit can twanged as the fiery old men spit twenty yards away as sure-fire as it can be. There were three men standing in the bar as they threw the newspaper onto the table. It read: LONG LOST PRINCESS OF NORMANDY FOUND AT LAST.
“Whelp,” said the younger of the two, “I don’t know ‘bout you guys but whoever sold this here story is about as big a Bunko artist he can get. Now you mighty fine little thang what you say about a swinging by my house ‘round midnight.” He said this grabbing a new barmaid who had no clue to handle herself around customers. They started to frisk her up immediately and one man even dared to set her on his lap. Then the doors swung open and a suspicious looking person entered the rowdy building. He looked around for a bit tipped his hat to the hostess of this bar and saw the three drunk men frisking up the frightened little lamb. He walked towards the group and said in a low menacing voice,
“I’d mighty appreciate it if you kind sirs would let my little sister alone.” They all looked at each other and one who looked at least six foot tall and wide as a barn door said,
“You a mighty fine flannel-mouth for one who’s tryin ta’ cause a fuss.”
“Might I say that you’re a needin’ to hobble that lip a yours considerin you’re a half seas over.”
The other two stood up as well and started circling the shorter cowboy. The oldest one spit in the golden tin can and said menacingly,
“Look at this one! He just between hay n’ grass an’ yet he’s a darin to mess with us! I don’t know about you two but I’m a thinking we need ta push this one through the mill before he gets hurt! Whattaya think Johnny boy?”
“Oh I’m a thinking we need to clean his plow! But how bout we get rid of this piece of scum once un for all! In a duel against Jimmy Reeds!” The one with the girl in the lap stood up and said,
“Alright I’m a teach this little brat some respect! Even though he won’t live long enough to show it. You accept, ya’ little scoundrel?” The man in the center replied snarkily,
“Well considerin’ all your courage is in a bottle a course I’ll accept.”
“Why you little..!”
“Cool it Jimmy just go out there an’ beef him up!” Jimmy Reeds nodded his consent and headed outside. They went to the middle of the road and the suspicious persons just sitting there looking all cocky and messing with his Black-Eyed Susan and Jimmy gets anxious and yells,
“Get ready you pretty boy!” He turns and gets in his stance and pulls on the ten-gallon hat upon his head and looks at Jimmy Reeds with those startling eyes. One blue one silver. Jimmy draws first and is about to pull the trigger when all of a sudden the blasted gun fell out of his hand. He says, “What in the…” The other duelist has already pulled and the apparent sharpshooter’s chestnut hair is falling over the silver eye and says,
“You better skedaddle on out of here and never come back or I’ll finish all of you off with these bullets right here.” Jimmy and his gang were scared out of their wits. Jimmy yelled back as he was running off terrified,
“You your crazy you son of a bitch!” And his hat was shot off. The young one twirled the gun and slipped it back in the holster and walked into the saloon and walked upstairs where the frightened barmaid was waiting. She said to the sharpshooter,
“Do you always hafta play to the gallery with those mudsill? Ah, but what a shame you could’ve made a dreadfully pretty and delicate woman!”
“I’d rather git things done ‘round here quickly ‘stead a relyin on some scoundrel of a man.”
End of Prologue