Snippet #1958361

Beating Shadow with authority as his hot neck sweat soaked his reigns. Trigger Finger finally seeing the quaint town of Crosby's Ridge, Montana over the ridge. His mind set back to his mission at hand. "Step one... scout the town.... step two.... find the girl.... step three.... find the place.... step four.... alert the boys...," he repeated over and over as Shadow flew through the sage brush. Trigger, finally reaching the outskirts, eased up on the young horse settling into a lope as he moved into the store fronts one after the other. Each one looking as pristine as the last. "So pretty," he scoffed in his gruff voice behind his cigarette. Finding, a horse post outside he lifted himself off of his precious Appaloosa "Easy boy," He coaxed the young gelding as he placed his Winchester in his scabbard and looked up at the sign. "Big Horn Saloon" he said to himself, as he squinted from the mid morning sun. "Here we go again," he thought to himself as he pushed through the saloon doors into the smoke filled room.
He stood at the entrance, of the dark room filled with smoke and dirty men, probably from the mine he figured. He walked up to the bar and put out his cigarette with a smile. "Anyone know where a guy can get some food 'round here?" he said plainly as he could.
"Well, You sure did come to the right place!" Said the enthusiastic man surely fat and happy off the money his shithole inn had been making since the mine opened up. "We got beef steak and potatoes for a buck fifty."
"No, no I-I mean for my horse you see." With no intention of staying in the saloon long he had to make an excuse to get out and quick.
"Well sure, young man. Down the road here you'll see a sign called Belle's Aide. About three doors down yonder from there is a grocer called Crosby's Goods. I'm sure he'll have just what yer lookin' for," He smiled about as cheerful as the barkeep could muster.
"I 'preciate it." Trigger said with a tip of his hat.
"Come back if ya get to hankerin' fer something." The barkeep yelled out as Trigger left the saloon.
"Will do..." Trigger said to himself as he walked down the store fronts, his spurs chinging as he traveled. He saw Belle's Aide and stopped outside peering into the window he noticed a girl. A beautiful girl writing into her logs, for the day had just begun. His senses sparked and continued down toward Crosby's Goods and pushed through the doors. "Mornin'" he smiled as he walked past the shopkeep and to the back where he picked up a bag of feed and paid for it. All the while thinking of the woman in Belle's Aide. He walked back up the planked store fronts to Shadow waiting patiently. "Looks like we are in business once again boy," He said to his horse. Shadow snorted and started eating from his feed bag. "Time to get started."