The Play in the Fields
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"So the first order of business, Sergeant Coster, your man failed!" Exclaims Hotham, "care to elaborate Sergeant"
"The bullet missed Governor, had I'd of known that my job was to include a bullets trajectory, I still highly doubt I would of been able to change the outcome, Governor"
"YOUR SARCASM IS NOTED!, but not needed, Sergeant" replies Haines.
The eight conspirators sit nervously forward in their chairs.
Commissioner Johnstone sits back whilst rubbing his face.
"Right then!, Major Darbyshire, you were there when the Prince was shot?"
"No Commissioner, I arrived but a few minutes after, the incompetent man Sergeant Coster employed to carry out this deed, was well and truly on his way to the rope by the time we arrived on the scene, had we of known that one of you had Pinkertons under employment, we would of not wasted our time pursuing the second shooter"
"Second shooter!, the devil you talking about man!" Exclaims Commissioner Rede.
"And Pinkertons?" Remarks Magistrate Ewes "who employed those barbaric fools?"
"I am non the wiser on their employer as I am on the two men who thwarted the initial attack" Major Darbyshire removes a blade from his coat and throws it across the table for the conspirators to see.
"Pray tell what is this Major?" Asks Governor Hotham
"It appears to be a blade sir, the one that was thrown at Sergeant Coster's assassin, this blade, according to eyewitness accounts, hit the barrel of the pistol and deflected the shot that was supposed to kill the Prince, pay particular attention to the marking on the back side of the blade"
Commissioner Hotham rolls the knife over to view the markings, looks up at the Major and then passes it to William Haines.
"And what of it Major?"
"Aaaagh!, you men not know of that marking, well allow me to elaborate,
Some time ago in the Americas, we were given orders to rescue two men from a rebel outpost, these men were captured by the colonialist rebels and were being tortured for information, by the time we arrived, the two men were no where to be found, forty seven rebels lay dead, one survived, we questioned this man for some time before he passed, he stated they only captured one man, large man, that big actually, they could not secure his wrists with shackles, they had to use rope, during interrogation the man only asked to speak to their officer in command, when the commanding officer produced himself the captured man tore his binds and rammed this knife into the eye socket of the commanding officer, the dying rebel then went on to say how the second man in question appeared out of no where and the two of them went on a killing rampage that would only equal that of a full blown field battle"
Major Darbyshire throws the blade across the table, Haines picks up the first and second blades for comparison,
"Two different initials, but the same mark?"
"Elaborate Major" says Lansell
"The mark you see is that of King Henry"
"KING HENRY'S SECRET MERCENARY'S, THE PROTECTORS OF THE CROWN, YOU'D HAVE US BELIEVE IN THAT FAIRY TALE, YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND MAN!, " exclaims Commissioner Rede
"Choose not to believe it then Commissioner, but the facts speak for themselves, the gold escort robbery that bought myself and the Fusiliers here, the thwarted attack on the Prince, and from what the Pinkerton shooter said, he couldn't of hit the two men on fast approach with three rifles at the ready" replies the Major,
"Either way we need these men stopped before they disrupt to many more of our plans" states Magistrate Ewes
"Agreed" replies the other Conspirators
"Lansell how goes your acquisition of mines in the area"
"I have purchased some three more your Excellency"
"Good, and your plan?"
"By next week your Excellency, I shall see that the mine managers cut the wages and increase hours of the miners"
"Good, Sergeant Coster?"
"Yes Sir, we are going to instigate twice weekly license checks, this undoubtedly will cause unrest and allow us to put more troops in and around the fields, once we have enough troops, the diggers will throw up into arms, and then we basically kill the lot of them, the ones who don't fight will be deported from the country for conspiring with the others, in that way allowing for us to open the door for the already in-fluxing Chinese. Once the Chinese take over the fields, we can create company's, and put the migrant workers on minimum wages."
"Very well Sergeant, you will need to make your way to the Eureka Hotel to instigate the second part of the plan"
"Yes your Excellency" replies Sergeant Coster
"Now what of these Pinkertons?" Asks Lansell, " who employed them?"
"I did!" Says a voice stepping from the shadows,
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" Says Major Darbyshire as he draws his officers sword
"Who I am is if no concern to you all, who I speak for should be"
"how in the devil did you get in here!" Asks Lansell
"Oh come now George, you think we didn't know about your secret tunnels!, I have been asked to remind you gentleman of what's at stake!, not only are you to cause mayhem on the fields but have you forgotten you must acquire the the signed treaty, I do believe four diggers are but moments away from acquiring it, in Bairnsdale"
"THE TREATY'S HERE!" exclaims Hotham
"Yes, and you're sitting around sipping fine scotch, smoking fine TABACCO!"
The unnamed man reaches back and back hands Sergeant Coster across the face, all the other men quickly jump to attention as Sergeant Coster pulls his pipe cleaning knife and attempts to slash his unnamed attacker, the attack is thwarted by a lightning fast blow to the Sergeants face, knocking him to the floor of Fortuna house.
"Failure and incompetence shall be dealt with harshly, fail us again Sergeant, and you will be able to rewrite a thesaurus on the meaning of PAIN!, our employer is dissatisfied with your progression, see to it that this changes, or he will see that your gut is hung from the highest point of the fountain here in Bendigo, now,"
The unnamed man dusts his hands off and pulls his overcoat back up around his shoulders.
"See to it that the disruption of the diggers is attended to at once, raise the price of the monthly license fee to thirty shillings, time is of the essence, as for King Henry's men, without a doubt they are on their way to acquire the treaty as we speak, with any sort of luck, they will assume the diggers work for you, and most likely kill them all during interrogation, that's when the Pinkertons will move in and recover the treaty, need I remind you all, of what will happen if you fail your duties!"
The eight conspirators nervously shake their heads, whilst Sergeant Coster wipes blood from his mouth, the eight men slowly depart Fortuna house, while the unnamed man picks up the two blades and takes them with him back out the secret tunnel.
Outside......
"They're here your Eminence!" As the two blades are handed over,
"Hmmmmm, I thought as much" says a deep dark voice coming from inside the large black carriage.
"Very well, Boyd (aka bmz gold) take Big Nugget with you to Bairnsdale, meet up with the Pinkertons, allow the diggers to locate the treaty and take out King Henry's men as well, do not fail me!"
"No your Eminence" replies Boyd.
The four horse drawn carriage makes off into the night, as Boyd sets off to locate Big Nugget and make way for Bairnsdale.
Soft footsteps step out from under some bushes where Boyd had just been given his orders.
"Watch yourselves out here you two!"
"Yes Ma'am" reply The Britt and The Turk
"And don't kill the four diggers, they might become of some value in the future if they are working with Sandford!" Exclaims Edith Lansell
To be continued......
"The bullet missed Governor, had I'd of known that my job was to include a bullets trajectory, I still highly doubt I would of been able to change the outcome, Governor"
"YOUR SARCASM IS NOTED!, but not needed, Sergeant" replies Haines.
The eight conspirators sit nervously forward in their chairs.
Commissioner Johnstone sits back whilst rubbing his face.
"Right then!, Major Darbyshire, you were there when the Prince was shot?"
"No Commissioner, I arrived but a few minutes after, the incompetent man Sergeant Coster employed to carry out this deed, was well and truly on his way to the rope by the time we arrived on the scene, had we of known that one of you had Pinkertons under employment, we would of not wasted our time pursuing the second shooter"
"Second shooter!, the devil you talking about man!" Exclaims Commissioner Rede.
"And Pinkertons?" Remarks Magistrate Ewes "who employed those barbaric fools?"
"I am non the wiser on their employer as I am on the two men who thwarted the initial attack" Major Darbyshire removes a blade from his coat and throws it across the table for the conspirators to see.
"Pray tell what is this Major?" Asks Governor Hotham
"It appears to be a blade sir, the one that was thrown at Sergeant Coster's assassin, this blade, according to eyewitness accounts, hit the barrel of the pistol and deflected the shot that was supposed to kill the Prince, pay particular attention to the marking on the back side of the blade"
Commissioner Hotham rolls the knife over to view the markings, looks up at the Major and then passes it to William Haines.
"And what of it Major?"
"Aaaagh!, you men not know of that marking, well allow me to elaborate,
Some time ago in the Americas, we were given orders to rescue two men from a rebel outpost, these men were captured by the colonialist rebels and were being tortured for information, by the time we arrived, the two men were no where to be found, forty seven rebels lay dead, one survived, we questioned this man for some time before he passed, he stated they only captured one man, large man, that big actually, they could not secure his wrists with shackles, they had to use rope, during interrogation the man only asked to speak to their officer in command, when the commanding officer produced himself the captured man tore his binds and rammed this knife into the eye socket of the commanding officer, the dying rebel then went on to say how the second man in question appeared out of no where and the two of them went on a killing rampage that would only equal that of a full blown field battle"
Major Darbyshire throws the blade across the table, Haines picks up the first and second blades for comparison,
"Two different initials, but the same mark?"
"Elaborate Major" says Lansell
"The mark you see is that of King Henry"
"KING HENRY'S SECRET MERCENARY'S, THE PROTECTORS OF THE CROWN, YOU'D HAVE US BELIEVE IN THAT FAIRY TALE, YOU HAVE LOST YOUR MIND MAN!, " exclaims Commissioner Rede
"Choose not to believe it then Commissioner, but the facts speak for themselves, the gold escort robbery that bought myself and the Fusiliers here, the thwarted attack on the Prince, and from what the Pinkerton shooter said, he couldn't of hit the two men on fast approach with three rifles at the ready" replies the Major,
"Either way we need these men stopped before they disrupt to many more of our plans" states Magistrate Ewes
"Agreed" replies the other Conspirators
"Lansell how goes your acquisition of mines in the area"
"I have purchased some three more your Excellency"
"Good, and your plan?"
"By next week your Excellency, I shall see that the mine managers cut the wages and increase hours of the miners"
"Good, Sergeant Coster?"
"Yes Sir, we are going to instigate twice weekly license checks, this undoubtedly will cause unrest and allow us to put more troops in and around the fields, once we have enough troops, the diggers will throw up into arms, and then we basically kill the lot of them, the ones who don't fight will be deported from the country for conspiring with the others, in that way allowing for us to open the door for the already in-fluxing Chinese. Once the Chinese take over the fields, we can create company's, and put the migrant workers on minimum wages."
"Very well Sergeant, you will need to make your way to the Eureka Hotel to instigate the second part of the plan"
"Yes your Excellency" replies Sergeant Coster
"Now what of these Pinkertons?" Asks Lansell, " who employed them?"
"I did!" Says a voice stepping from the shadows,
"IDENTIFY YOURSELF!" Says Major Darbyshire as he draws his officers sword
"Who I am is if no concern to you all, who I speak for should be"
"how in the devil did you get in here!" Asks Lansell
"Oh come now George, you think we didn't know about your secret tunnels!, I have been asked to remind you gentleman of what's at stake!, not only are you to cause mayhem on the fields but have you forgotten you must acquire the the signed treaty, I do believe four diggers are but moments away from acquiring it, in Bairnsdale"
"THE TREATY'S HERE!" exclaims Hotham
"Yes, and you're sitting around sipping fine scotch, smoking fine TABACCO!"
The unnamed man reaches back and back hands Sergeant Coster across the face, all the other men quickly jump to attention as Sergeant Coster pulls his pipe cleaning knife and attempts to slash his unnamed attacker, the attack is thwarted by a lightning fast blow to the Sergeants face, knocking him to the floor of Fortuna house.
"Failure and incompetence shall be dealt with harshly, fail us again Sergeant, and you will be able to rewrite a thesaurus on the meaning of PAIN!, our employer is dissatisfied with your progression, see to it that this changes, or he will see that your gut is hung from the highest point of the fountain here in Bendigo, now,"
The unnamed man dusts his hands off and pulls his overcoat back up around his shoulders.
"See to it that the disruption of the diggers is attended to at once, raise the price of the monthly license fee to thirty shillings, time is of the essence, as for King Henry's men, without a doubt they are on their way to acquire the treaty as we speak, with any sort of luck, they will assume the diggers work for you, and most likely kill them all during interrogation, that's when the Pinkertons will move in and recover the treaty, need I remind you all, of what will happen if you fail your duties!"
The eight conspirators nervously shake their heads, whilst Sergeant Coster wipes blood from his mouth, the eight men slowly depart Fortuna house, while the unnamed man picks up the two blades and takes them with him back out the secret tunnel.
Outside......
"They're here your Eminence!" As the two blades are handed over,
"Hmmmmm, I thought as much" says a deep dark voice coming from inside the large black carriage.
"Very well, Boyd (aka bmz gold) take Big Nugget with you to Bairnsdale, meet up with the Pinkertons, allow the diggers to locate the treaty and take out King Henry's men as well, do not fail me!"
"No your Eminence" replies Boyd.
The four horse drawn carriage makes off into the night, as Boyd sets off to locate Big Nugget and make way for Bairnsdale.
Soft footsteps step out from under some bushes where Boyd had just been given his orders.
"Watch yourselves out here you two!"
"Yes Ma'am" reply The Britt and The Turk
"And don't kill the four diggers, they might become of some value in the future if they are working with Sandford!" Exclaims Edith Lansell
To be continued......
MJB
matt
Loving this stuff DWT.....can't wait for the next installment
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I'm also enjoying this very much,
Thanks for sharing your talent with us dwt !
I'm also enjoying this very much,
Thanks for sharing your talent with us dwt !
Oh no, not Big Nugget.....they will be sorry!
He is a madman with a stock-whip and a killer with a gun!
He is a madman with a stock-whip and a killer with a gun!
'Clang, Clang,'
The sound of a Blacksmiths hammer cracks through the late Bendigo night air.
"So you'd be the two gentlemen after these weapons?" Asks Chapman
"Aye" replies The Turk
"A new mix of metals, slower heating and cooling process, plus a few added secret minerals, and you will find that these weapons will cut through anything!"
"Shall we test one then forger?" Asks The Turk,
"By all means" replies Henry Chapman
The Britt steps from the shadows
"Chapman" says The Britt while nodding his head, "you have been busy I see"
"Yes, indeed" replies Chapman
The Britt picks up a two handed short broad sword, swings it around with one hand and strikes it down on top of the blacksmith anvil
'CLANG!' The anvil falls in two
The Britt and The Turk look at each other and smile, they then turn to Chapman and smirk at him with childlike grins
"You two look like a couple of children in a candy store" remarks Chapman,
The three men start laughing.
"I have also made long daggers, throwing knives, battle axes, and brought along these pistols for you both" says Chapman
The Britt and The Turk lean over the Blacksmiths table and with wide open eyes glare at 4 new style repeating pistols.
"They are of a new design, side magazine fed, shell casings, with the projectiles made from the same metal as your blades, these pistols are of a double action, and all magazines hold 15 rounds, accuracy is up to and including one hundred feet, they are based on the colt .45calibre round but with twice the length casing, they deliver a rather nasty kick" Chapman looks Britt and Turk from head to toe,
"But I have no doubt men of your calibre should have no trouble holding onto, they come with custom made shoulder holsters, which give the ability to remain hidden"
"I'm more a steel man!" Remarks The Turk, "I like blades!"
"Yes well, some of us believe in coming out of the Stone Age, so the powers that be have decided that this is what you shall carry, then this is what you shall carry" replies Chapman as he rolls his eyes and starts to fit the shoulder holsters to The Turk.
After a short amount of time The Britt and The Turk leave the Blacksmith's forge,
"Where too?" asks The Turk
"Let's pick up Boyds trail" replies The Britt, "he's off to find Big Nugget, and together they're heading for Bairnsdale"........
"Another drink love" asks the toothless barmaid
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT WOMAN!" Exclaims BigNugget as he reaches over the bar grabbing the barmaid and starts kissing her
'SLAP!'
The barmaid slaps BigNugget across the face, and then grabs him by his scruffy shirt and pulls him back in for a second kiss, within moments of kissing him the barmaid shoves BigNugget backwards,
"I'm not that sort of woman" says the barmaid as BigNugget falls to the floor roaring in laughter, the rest of the bar joins in.
BigNugget looks up to see a colonial style man standing in front of him, low slung holster and large knife attached to his pistol belt.
The man reaches down and grabs BigNugget by the scruff of his shirt and lifts him to his feet.
"You have had enough to drink, and your hogging all the action" says an American voice
"You'd be best taking your hands from me, or I'll put you down, and down is where you'll stay!" Remarks BigNugget
'CRACK!'
Before the American has time to react BigNugget sinks his right fist into the bread basket of the American man, dropping him instantly to the floor.
"When BigNugget says your going down, you go down"
"That's enough!" Exclaims Boyd as he pushes his way through the now quiet on looking crowd
"Bloody hell BigNugget, I leave you alone for ten minutes and your already fighting, and he's with us!"
"Pinkerton hey" BigNugget looks over Boyds shoulder to see the Pinkerton still gasping for air
"And stop talking about yourself in the third person" says Boyd, " I told you it does my head in"
"Bloody colonialist" remarks the Pinkerton as he picks himself from the floor
"Something to add Yank!" exclaims BigNugget
"Care to try that now" replies the Pinkerton as he unclips the strap holding his knife in its scabbard,
BigNugget looks up and pushes Boyd to the side
Boyd sighs, shakes his head and moves toward the bar,
The bar clears an area while BigNugget and the Pinkerton start to face off.
"Drink love?" Asks the barmaid
'Dear god!' Boyd remarks
"YOU KISSED THAT!" Boyd says to BigNugget
BigNugget turns and looks at Boyd
"No teeth means no cuts!, ha ha" BigNugget bursts into laughter as he redirects his attention back to the Pinkerton.
"You call it Yank!" exclaims BigNugget
The Pinkerton's hand moves like lightning as he pulls the knife from its scabbard but not before BigNugget rips it from his hand with his stock whip
'CRACK!'
The knife drops to the ground as the Pinkerton yells and holds his hand in pain.
"We done here?" Asks Boyd as he walks over and hands the Pinkerton a rag to wrap his hand in
"We have more important business than this, get your *** outside" Boyd says to the Pinkerton
"And you" Boyd turns and points to BigNugget, "ARRGH for the love of God man, leave the bar wench alone!"
BigNugget stops kissing the barmaid and makes for the door following Boyd pushing past the many onlookers.
Outside.....
"RIGHT, no more ***** out of you two" states Boyd as the men mount their horses,
"We're to make for Bairnsdale at fast pace, there is no time for childish games, where will the rest of your Pinkertons meet us?" Asks Boyd
"Melbourne" replies the Pinkerton as he climbs aboard his horse
The Pinkerton looks across at BigNugget running his finger across his throat, "you'll keep till later" says the Pinkerton
"Not without this you won't" replies BigNugget as he holds up the knife of the Pinkerton
The Pinkerton shakes his head as he slips his rifle into its holster as the three men make fast pace, South bound.
"Recognise that rifle Britt" says The Turk
"Yeah mate, scoped Henry rifle, these are our boys, we'll make for Walhalla, and wait for them to pass there"
"May as well have an ale while we're here" says The Turk
"Have you seen that barmaid Turk, I wouldn't have her pour me her heart out let alone a drink, yuk!"
The men start laughing as they walk down the dark steps of the court house opposite the Shamrock hotel where Boyd, BigNugget and the Pinkerton had just left from
"To Walhalla then" says The Turk
"To Walhalla".....................
To be continued
The sound of a Blacksmiths hammer cracks through the late Bendigo night air.
"So you'd be the two gentlemen after these weapons?" Asks Chapman
"Aye" replies The Turk
"A new mix of metals, slower heating and cooling process, plus a few added secret minerals, and you will find that these weapons will cut through anything!"
"Shall we test one then forger?" Asks The Turk,
"By all means" replies Henry Chapman
The Britt steps from the shadows
"Chapman" says The Britt while nodding his head, "you have been busy I see"
"Yes, indeed" replies Chapman
The Britt picks up a two handed short broad sword, swings it around with one hand and strikes it down on top of the blacksmith anvil
'CLANG!' The anvil falls in two
The Britt and The Turk look at each other and smile, they then turn to Chapman and smirk at him with childlike grins
"You two look like a couple of children in a candy store" remarks Chapman,
The three men start laughing.
"I have also made long daggers, throwing knives, battle axes, and brought along these pistols for you both" says Chapman
The Britt and The Turk lean over the Blacksmiths table and with wide open eyes glare at 4 new style repeating pistols.
"They are of a new design, side magazine fed, shell casings, with the projectiles made from the same metal as your blades, these pistols are of a double action, and all magazines hold 15 rounds, accuracy is up to and including one hundred feet, they are based on the colt .45calibre round but with twice the length casing, they deliver a rather nasty kick" Chapman looks Britt and Turk from head to toe,
"But I have no doubt men of your calibre should have no trouble holding onto, they come with custom made shoulder holsters, which give the ability to remain hidden"
"I'm more a steel man!" Remarks The Turk, "I like blades!"
"Yes well, some of us believe in coming out of the Stone Age, so the powers that be have decided that this is what you shall carry, then this is what you shall carry" replies Chapman as he rolls his eyes and starts to fit the shoulder holsters to The Turk.
After a short amount of time The Britt and The Turk leave the Blacksmith's forge,
"Where too?" asks The Turk
"Let's pick up Boyds trail" replies The Britt, "he's off to find Big Nugget, and together they're heading for Bairnsdale"........
"Another drink love" asks the toothless barmaid
"YOUR DAMN RIGHT WOMAN!" Exclaims BigNugget as he reaches over the bar grabbing the barmaid and starts kissing her
'SLAP!'
The barmaid slaps BigNugget across the face, and then grabs him by his scruffy shirt and pulls him back in for a second kiss, within moments of kissing him the barmaid shoves BigNugget backwards,
"I'm not that sort of woman" says the barmaid as BigNugget falls to the floor roaring in laughter, the rest of the bar joins in.
BigNugget looks up to see a colonial style man standing in front of him, low slung holster and large knife attached to his pistol belt.
The man reaches down and grabs BigNugget by the scruff of his shirt and lifts him to his feet.
"You have had enough to drink, and your hogging all the action" says an American voice
"You'd be best taking your hands from me, or I'll put you down, and down is where you'll stay!" Remarks BigNugget
'CRACK!'
Before the American has time to react BigNugget sinks his right fist into the bread basket of the American man, dropping him instantly to the floor.
"When BigNugget says your going down, you go down"
"That's enough!" Exclaims Boyd as he pushes his way through the now quiet on looking crowd
"Bloody hell BigNugget, I leave you alone for ten minutes and your already fighting, and he's with us!"
"Pinkerton hey" BigNugget looks over Boyds shoulder to see the Pinkerton still gasping for air
"And stop talking about yourself in the third person" says Boyd, " I told you it does my head in"
"Bloody colonialist" remarks the Pinkerton as he picks himself from the floor
"Something to add Yank!" exclaims BigNugget
"Care to try that now" replies the Pinkerton as he unclips the strap holding his knife in its scabbard,
BigNugget looks up and pushes Boyd to the side
Boyd sighs, shakes his head and moves toward the bar,
The bar clears an area while BigNugget and the Pinkerton start to face off.
"Drink love?" Asks the barmaid
'Dear god!' Boyd remarks
"YOU KISSED THAT!" Boyd says to BigNugget
BigNugget turns and looks at Boyd
"No teeth means no cuts!, ha ha" BigNugget bursts into laughter as he redirects his attention back to the Pinkerton.
"You call it Yank!" exclaims BigNugget
The Pinkerton's hand moves like lightning as he pulls the knife from its scabbard but not before BigNugget rips it from his hand with his stock whip
'CRACK!'
The knife drops to the ground as the Pinkerton yells and holds his hand in pain.
"We done here?" Asks Boyd as he walks over and hands the Pinkerton a rag to wrap his hand in
"We have more important business than this, get your *** outside" Boyd says to the Pinkerton
"And you" Boyd turns and points to BigNugget, "ARRGH for the love of God man, leave the bar wench alone!"
BigNugget stops kissing the barmaid and makes for the door following Boyd pushing past the many onlookers.
Outside.....
"RIGHT, no more ***** out of you two" states Boyd as the men mount their horses,
"We're to make for Bairnsdale at fast pace, there is no time for childish games, where will the rest of your Pinkertons meet us?" Asks Boyd
"Melbourne" replies the Pinkerton as he climbs aboard his horse
The Pinkerton looks across at BigNugget running his finger across his throat, "you'll keep till later" says the Pinkerton
"Not without this you won't" replies BigNugget as he holds up the knife of the Pinkerton
The Pinkerton shakes his head as he slips his rifle into its holster as the three men make fast pace, South bound.
"Recognise that rifle Britt" says The Turk
"Yeah mate, scoped Henry rifle, these are our boys, we'll make for Walhalla, and wait for them to pass there"
"May as well have an ale while we're here" says The Turk
"Have you seen that barmaid Turk, I wouldn't have her pour me her heart out let alone a drink, yuk!"
The men start laughing as they walk down the dark steps of the court house opposite the Shamrock hotel where Boyd, BigNugget and the Pinkerton had just left from
"To Walhalla then" says The Turk
"To Walhalla".....................
To be continued
By far your finest work yet dwt 
Baahaaha!.......Are you sure this is fictional?
Deja-vu to the Golden Arms Hotel, Tarnagulla.
Deja-vu to the Golden Arms Hotel, Tarnagulla.
So..........your talking about the fight?Metamorphic said:Baahaaha!.......Are you sure this is fictional?
Deja-vu to the Golden Arms Hotel, Tarnagulla.
Or...........the barmaid?
Nah, me grabbing him by the scruff of the shirt and lifting him to his feet saying, "You've had enough to drink".
Hehe.
Hehe.
Goldtarget
(AKA OldGT)
Haven't we all been there at one pub or another? I've been a party to both at one point or another. Pre smoke ban days at least.
I've been a party to both at one point or another. Pre smoke ban days at least.dwt must be putting in some hours working on his Doomsday Prepper bunker??
Whats the deal mate?
Huh.
Huh?
Whats the deal mate?
Huh.
Huh?
Ya cant have any pudding if ya dont eat ya meat!
Yep i got a nice 2002 merlot waiting for the next instalment....no presser.
Ha haaa, made ya's all look! :lol:
dwt said:
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Ok, ok, I'll aim for a Saturday morning post, BUT!, because I've been placed under pressure............
SOMEONES GUNNA DIE!
Real painfull like too.............MWAAhahaaaaa :|
SOMEONES GUNNA DIE!
Real painfull like too.............MWAAhahaaaaa :|
