THE GUNFIGHTER
                                                                          OF
                                                                      TALUK
                                                                 By Tim Moser


It was on a cold November morning nestled at the foothills of the Taluk mountain range sat a small southwestern town. The town was formed as a mining settlement in 1868 and soon became a booming town with gold and silver prospectors. Along with the prospectors came a young Mexican couple that was just looking for a place to settle. They came across this town called Taluk, out of money and food they rushed to find work. The young woman soon found work in a laundry mat washing and mending miners clothes. As the young man found work as a miner and a ranch hand, soon they made enough to get a room for .25 a week.

As time went by a baby girl was born to the young couple that made Taluk their home. They named the child Renata after the young woman's great grandmother. One day as Renata was playing on the board walk of the hotel they were living in, four men on horses rode up and made their way into the hotel. A few minutes ticked by and there was a shot and then two. The four men came out of the hotel smiled at the little Renata then rode away. What little Renata didn't know that her ma and pa lay dead in the upstairs room. Soon people were running from all over to the hotel crying and yelling for the killers that gunned down the woman and man that lay dead.

Little Renata was now a five year old orphan with no one to care for her. The town folks took turns in caring for the child, and after ten years she was able to take care of herself. She found work just as her mother did but that didn't seem to interest her for she longed for something better then .25 a week. One evening as she was walking home she stopped in front of the Rosa Cantina, she was intrigued by what was going on inside. She walked up to the swinging doors of the cantina and looked in. As she was looking in she didn't notice people coming in and was pushed in to open room that was before her. She saw women in beautiful dresses dancing and twirling, and how she wanted a dress like that. Renata didn't have much of a dress as the women that were dancing, but she found herself starting to some-what dance to the music that was being played.

A woman that was known as Big Ma notice her and walked up to her and asked her if she would like a job at the cantina. Renata eyes lit up as she said yes of course! Big Ma told her to buy a dress at the dress shop at the other end of town and be here tomorrow night. Of course I will said Renata, I will do it first thing in the morning. The next day Renata ran to the shop to buy a beautiful dress, but the dresses were more then she had in her hand. The shop keeper saw her long face and told her he would sell her the dress on time. Her face lit up with excitement, she tried on the dress and it was just right. Renata said with a tear in her eye this is the most beautiful thing I've ever owned. The shop keeper smiled and told her to pay him once a week till it was paid off and sent her on her way with her new dress.

That evening Renata was at Rosa's Cantina dancing and having a great time showing off her new dress to the cowboys. Big Ma took her to the side and told her you can make up to two dollars a night here. Renata thought that's a lot of money for just dancing. Big Ma said well for the two dollars you will also be a call girl as well. Renata thought for a minute and said I do have a dress and a room to pay for, so yes I'll do it said Renata I'll do it. The next night at the cantina Renata came in and was quickly took in by a man that looked like he just came in off the range. The cowboy took Renata by the hand to went upstairs to a room, Renata was somewhat scared and shy of what was to come. But the cowboy had told her he just wants to get to know her and treat her like the beautiful girl she is.

Night after night the cowboy came, and Renata and him would talk long into the night. One night as she waited for her cowboy he didn't show up. A ranch hand grabbed her and took her upstairs and as they got in the room the ranch hand threw her to the bed and told her to get undress. Renata yelled NO! the ranch hand grabbed her and ripped her dress and began to hit her. Soon the nightmare was over, and Renata laid there crying and hurt. She picked herself up and walked down the stairs and home. Her dress was now a mess as she laid it on the chair by her bed, she cried herself to sleep and the next morning she got up and started to repair the dress.

Later that day she went to the mercantile and asked to see the pistols that they had for sale. The shop keeper showed her what he had and she chose the a .22 pistol and tucked it into her waistband.
Later that night Renata went to the cantina and waited for the ranch hand that hit her around the night before. Soon the ranch hand showed up and walked up to Renata and laughed then spit in her face and he raised his hand as he was going to strike her. about the same time her cowboy that she was seeing every night walked in and saw the ranch hand strike Renata across the face. This made the cowboy mad and yelled to the ranch hand and called him out. The ranch hand answered the call and the cowboy drew as fast as lightening, after the shot and the smoke cleared the ranch hand laid dead.

The cowboy walk over to Renata and picked her up off the floor and carried her home. He laid her in bed and sat in the chair watching over through the night. The next morning she arose and told him of what happened over the last couple of nights. As he listened to what she said he heard a couple of riders riding up to the cabin. It was the ranch hands friends and called the cowboy outside, as a rose out of the chair to answer the call Renata grabbed is sleeve and said please don't go out there.
He told her it'll be alright just stay inside, he opened the door and stepped outside and asked what they wanted. They replied word around town is that you shot down a man that was just minding his own. The cowboy replied back with three shots as fast as lightening and another three ranch hands lay dead.

The cowboy then picked up the bodies of the dead ranch hands and put them on the horses they rode in on and took them to town. He rode up top the Marshals office and told of what had happened
and the cowboy was let go. The cowboy rode back to Renata cabin and asked for her hand, Renata said with a high voice YES OF COURSE! but Renata thought for a moment and said wait I don't even know your name. He replied back saying my name is El Hombre Esperanza. She dropped to her knees when he told her that. He pick her up and asked what's wrong, why did you fall to you knees?
She replied and told him a story of when she was a little girl her parents were killed and the people of Taluk took care of me and told me that a man of hope would come to me and ask to marry me.

Well said El Hombre Esperanza, do you still accept my offer? She said of course I will, we will marry as soon as we get to town said Renata. Renata and her man rode into town and got married then rode back to Renata cabin. As they got to the cabin he told her to pack her stuff and you'll move out to the ranch I have outside of town. El Hombre Esperanza also told her that you have married into money for that I own all of Taluk and the gold mine that is high in the Taluk mountains.
Renata hurried into the cabin and packed her little life that she once knew into a bag and came out and shut the door to her one room cabin.

They rode back into town and El Hombre Esperanza stopped at the dress shop and told her to go in get any dress she wanted. Renata stepped in to the dress shop and picked what she wanted. She told the shopkeeper that she wanted this long dress with the frills on it and how much does it cost.
The shopkeeper told her well ma'am...You see that man that brought you here? She replied yes...for he is my husband. That's right the shopkeeper said and that means you own this store as well, for he owns all of Taluk. Renata didn't know what to say but thank you, and as always the shopkeeper smiled at her and told her to have a good day.
Renata climbed back on to the buggy and the two rode off into the sunset that sat over the little town of Taluk.






                                                                
                                                   

                                            
                                                       THE TOMBSTONE RIDER
                                                                            OF
                                                                           1881

Everyone has heard the story of the O.K. Corral shootout. But no one knows the story that followed the gunfight. As I stood across the street of the Corral where the fight took place, the Earp brothers and Doc Holliday were leaving this is where my story begins.

As the smoke cleared and the dust settled, I saw three cowboys laid dead. Just then I heard a loud thundering sound coming from the east. I looked up from the ground where the men laid lifeless I saw a rider riding in hard and fast. There seemed to be something strange about this rider, so strange that one could say one could see right through him.

As he came closer to where I was standing I took a few steps back and saw he had three other horses that were saddled and ready to ride. The strange rider that rode in stopped in front of and looked down at me. I noticed his eyes were as a burning flame from a brightly lit candle, his face looked cold as ice. His horse was big and jet black with sweat from running hard and fast to get here. Then I looked up from the stranger and saw the three men that were gunned down jump on the back of the three horses the stranger brought with him. As they turned to go from where the rider came from, they stopped and all four looked down at me and just stared at me like if I wanted to join them.

I heard the stranger yell for his horse to go and all four of them was off. I looked around and spotted a horse and jumped on it and rode towards them and fast as I could go. Soon I found myself outside of town and I stopped to look to see where these four men have gone. They all seemed to disappear without a trace. I turned the horse back to town and as I did all of a sudden I saw thousands of red eyed cowboys heading straight for me. I froze, and they blew by me and as they did one stopped and called me by my name and said "cowboy change your ways or you'll be riding with us on this endless range in the sky" then he was gone.

I turned the horse and rode to catch this man that told me this but I could not catch him, for he was riding to fast. I must of rode for an hour or more before stopping, it was getting to be dark and  had to make camp before heading back to town in the morning. I started a fire to keep warm for the night and looked through the saddle bags that were with me. Funny thing is I found coffee and some beans and jerky, a meal fit for a cowboy out on the range.

As I started making the coffee and beans for dinner, I heard a voice that would send shivers down your back. It happened to be the stranger that rode into town to pick up the three dead men. He asked for a hot cup of coffee and a plate of beans. I didn't say a word and handed him his request, he sat down and ate his food and started to tell me a story of life riding in the sky that has no end.
Then as he finished his coffee he said to me "Mister, watch how you live your life or you'll ride as I do" then he turned and walked away and disappeared into the night.

I laid down to close my eyes and then I heard the familiar sound of the thundering hoofs of the red eyed cowboys horses riding across that endless sky. Soon the warm morning sun was on my face and I arose from where I slept. Had me some fresh coffee and left-over beans and prepared to ride back to town. I got to thinking if anyone has or would miss me if I stayed here in this dream or whatever this was that I was in. Then the words the stranger had told me rang in my head, so I started back to town. As I reached to city limits of town, I found myself standing where it all began. I was no longer in 1881 but found myself in the 2013. I walked up to Boot Hill and stood over the grave of the three men shot down a hundred and thirty two years ago. I looked to the east and saw storm clouds coming, and I heard in the distance  a thundering sound. To anyone else it sounded like thunder, but I knew what the sound was. It was the red eyed cowboys horses riding in fast for another cowboy that was shot dead.

Story by Tim Moser

Ghost Towns Is America's Backbone.

 

 HOMESTEAD IN NEBRASKA

The forgotten towns of America are slowly slipping away from our memory. We have got so caught up in the hustle and bustle of today's life not realizing the forgotten towns we pass by built the towns we live in today. I have been to many ghost towns in this country and seen many lives lost in the ways one looks at these towns. Not knowing what these towns brought to the life and how we live today. Most folks look at these towns as an eye sore and want to tear them down.

          There was a paper mill in  Watervliet Michigan that fed family's in the early 1900's.
          Since it's inception in 1910 the Watervliet Paper Company was the backbone of this small
          town and paved the way for the other towns that surround the area. The paper mill was torn   
          down in 2002 all because it was an eye sore to the people that live there. Not only did they tear
          down a icon of Southwest MI. They also removed a part of history and family memories of
          how they got there.

          I understand the cost of upkeep these buildings need that's why I would like to start a
          fundraiser to save these relics in towns and ghost towns in this country. Most ghost towns are
          either privately owned or Government owned due to back taxes. For the ones that are owned by
          Government, they seemed to have forgotten them and let the people decide their fate. But with
          the help who have a love for historical towns and it's abandoned buildings, we can save them
          and educate the ones that have forgot how life was like before the high-tech world we live in
          took over.
         
          How many more "paper mills" have to be torn down before we realize we removed the history
          of how a community started? It seems today, people want more of the new and less of the old.
         
                                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                          Written by Tim Moser
         
          

 

Ghost Towns & Historic Towns of North America

                                                     Boot Hill Cemetery, Tombstone. AZ

I would have to say my love of history and historically-influential books started when I was just a boy. My Dad had a huge library of National Geographic magazines and Time-Life books. I would sit for hours and read the articles and study the pictures of those old books. One day dad brought in a Time-Life book on the “Old West.” As I looked through the book there was one story that got my attention. That story was about a man they called Wyatt Earp. He intrigued me in such a way that I had to know everything about him and how he lived his life.

 

 

I started reading about towns as Dodge City and Tombstone. I would sit for hours looking at everything about Tombstone. I studied pictures and articles till I knew this town like the back of my hand. I wanted so badly to go there. I watched movies and television shows about Tombstone, but it wasn’t the same as being there. Oh how I longed and hungered to go to Tombstone; I wanted to walk the streets and live the life of this western town. As I grew older I still wanted to visit Tombstone, Arizona, and so I did. When I pulled into town I couldn’t wait to get out of the car and walk around. Soon I found myself walking down wooden sidewalks and looking through the glass windows of the same little shops that were there in 1881. The story you’re about to read is how I see history.

 

My story begins as I walked down 3^rd Street. and turned east on Allen Street. Something seemed to stop me in my tracks. As I cleared my mind of everything from the modern world we live in, what I began to see is what life was like in 1881. I no longer saw cars or people on cell phones. What I saw were folks with horses, stage coaches and just people going about their lives in 1881. I started walking down Allen Street, and I could hear the sounds of music coming from the saloons like the Birdcage Theater and Big Nose Kate’s Saloon and brothel house. As I kept walking, I soon ran into a tall 6’4” slender man dressed in black who looked like Wyatt Earp. Along with him were his brothers Virgil and Morgan and of course Doc Holliday. I watched them walk toward the O.K. Corral; so I followed them. As I watched them, they stopped to talk to five cowboys that were already waiting there. Next thing I saw was the well- known gunfight that we call today ‘The Gunfight at the O.K. Corral.”

 

Here’s what I saw: As the Earp brothers stopped at the entrance of the corral, Wyatt asked Ike and Billy Clanton, Billy Claiborne, Tom and Frank McLaury to lay their guns down and told them they were under arrest. The men did not comply with Wyatt’s order to lay down their guns. There was a dead silence for about fifteen seconds - and then gunfire was heard throughout the town. Thirty seconds later three men, Tom and Frank McLaury along with Billy Clanton lay dead.

 

After the gun fight, the Earps and Holliday walked away and faded from my sight.

As I walked away from the corral, I found myself in front of the Birdcage Theater.

I walked inside and smelled the history of this place; it was worn and outdated just “my kind of place.” Later on I walked back on out to Allen Street, and the feeling of being in the 1800’s was fading from me as I felt something tugging at my arm. My wife was pulling at me to go, but just before I turned on to 3^rd Street, I took one last look down Allen Street and I heard the faint sounds of laughter and chatter of the town folks going about their day. Then they disappeared. When the wind is just right, you can still smell the faint scent of gunpowder that filled the air that deadly October afternoon in 1881.

Gamers Cheating In BF3

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