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Mother Earth Bull Taggard stood in the doorway of his saloon staring at the big tree.
Thinking back on the good fortune that had befallen him and the incident that made this business possible.
The Gold Dust Saloon located in a clearing surrounded by tree's was truly a gold mine, while everyone in this territory panned for gold and made their way to his establishment every weekend to be fleeced of their hard earned fortune. All Bull had to do for this plum piece of property was to hang an old Indian medicine man named "One Eyed Eagle" who refused to move even after the U.S government had ordered the Indians off the land.
One eye, defied the order and created a following of hard core resistance.
Bull back from the civil war, brought with him a small band of hardcore scoundrels, who shunned decency or any s
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I dropped into my favorite watering hole, and lowered my tired frame onto my regular stool.
"Gimmie a Coors on tap Tony!" I ordered my usual.
"Hi ya doin?"
Suddenly my attention was drawn to the patron next to me.
"Fine and yoursel ?" When I turned and took a look at my neighbor my words stuck mid sentence. His face was a mess. Two black eyes one swollen shut, there were missing teeth between split puffy lip's, numerous lumps and an obvious broken nose.
"What happened to you?"
"If you're thinking I got the worst of it you might be right, bu
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