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[sapnap] love moves west

request ? || no
prompt ? || dream team is a cowboy gang in westward expansion [insert cowboy emoji] 

THINGS MAY NOT BE HISTORICALLY ACCURATE

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"Stampede!" Your senses lock into overdrive as Clay, the ringleader of your band of schemers, yells from over the hill. Putting the journal you had been furiously scribbling a recap of the last day into a saddlebag, you yell back to George and Nick. They quickly exchanged glances before urging their mares into a chaotic gallop, rapidly coming towards you.

"Oy, get your head out of the clouds!" You yelp at your steadfast stallion, pulling his brown and white head around before kicking his sides. Urging him to get over the hill, you grip your lasso tightly and adjust your hat, giving the big paint under you his head. He stretches into a longer stride, quickly coming up towards Clay and his stallion, a grey speckled beast. He looks over to you, face full of worry.

"They're coming fast and furious, down the damned channel. Our hopes of reaching camp are spent." He grumbles, turning his head as George and Nick arrive. They saw the upset Clay pointing towards the raging herd, before the whole gang realizing where they were headed.

"Hawkwing formation, b*stards! Get on with it!" You screech, whipping your steeds head around and wildly urging him towards the left side of the stampede. You were on a large valley, with steep hills on two sides. The only way to get past was to go around or through the channel, the quickest way back to camp. And for you and your cowboys, camp was more than just camp.

It was a place of welcome, something the plains never seemed to adorn.

When you had become a cowboy, many had doubted you. But when you had met Nick, Clay, and George, the few that didn't doubt you, they had willingly started their own band with you. Now you roamed the plains every day, searching for cattle and a place to find safety when they weren't in the saddle.

"Ringo, git!" You snapped at your horse, who had tried to slow down as they neared the cattle. Over a hundred were gathered, thundering down the plains, fleeing from something or other. Ringo sped up with newfound courage, fanning out more to the left. Out of the corner of your eye, you see a flash of palomino and a brown haired cowboy. Nick was by your side in a flash, his mare Pelanieno keeping stride with Ringo, even though she was a few hands smaller than him. You caught the glint in Nick's eye, challenging you to a race, and even though lingering doom was right next to you, you leaned forward as far as you could and gave Ringo his full head.

The only thing keeping you from zooming off was his thick black and white mane, barely letting you see where you were going. He flew past Nick and Pelanieno, and you threw up a hand in glory as he continued to create more and more room between the two cowboys.

"YEE HAW!" Nick shouts from behind you, him and Pelanieno spurting in some extra energy and suddenly are level with you and Ringo again. Feeling the heat of the sun and the dust the cattle had kicked up, you feel Ringo's neck. Sweaty, and almost fully soaked. Pulling on the reins, you lean back and slow him down.

"Easy boy," you whisper, him slowing to a very excited trot. You pat his neck and realize you had passed the back of the stampede, the channel looming in front of you. Stopping Ringo completely, you whistle to Nick, who was standing a couple yards ahead of you. He looks back and waves you over, rubbing Pelanieno's neck.

"Good run, but next time don't fall out short." Nick chuckles, causing you to roll your eyes.

"Ringo was sweating and breathing like a train, I'd rather not kill my only friend." You scoffed, dismounting. Nick also jumps off, grabbing Pelanieno's reins.

"What about me? I thought I was your friend." He said, elbowing you playfully. You clear your throat. Of course he was your friend. Same with Clay and George. But Ringo, he was your number one. You had been together for years now, him carrying you through all the bad days, the good, and the scary ones.

Being a cowboy wasn't easy, but you could always count on your horse.

"You know what I mean." You say, hitting his hat off his head. Loosening Ringo's girth as Nick retrieved his hat, you realize the day is coming to a close. "Where are those tumbleweed chasers anyway?"

"Speaking of the devil," Clay snips, riding up behind you two. "You two were going faster than a falcon, could've got stamped into the ground by those cattle. But somehow you survived, unfortunately."

"Oh hush, let's get to camp."

~ time ~ SKIP ~

"Nick, what's the first star you think of when you look at the night sky?" You mumble, laying on your back in the short prairie grass. The campfire was dwindling now, George and Clay deep in slumber. You had arrived at the camp around an hour after the race, and after eating supper- a can of beans per cowboy- everyone had agreed to sleep.

Well, half of everyone kept that promise.

"If I'm being honest.." Nick was leaned up against a rock, also gazing up at the sky. "I'd say the North Star."

"Why?"

He shrugs. "Well, for one, it helps people see where their going. It's brighter and bigger than all the other stars, standing out when you need help."

"But why do you think of that first, and not the sun? Or the Dippers."

"Well, it also reminds me of someone."

"Oh?" You turn towards him, wiggling your eyebrows. "Who's the lucky lass?"

"Well, she's fearless, witty, and beautiful. Also awfully good at writing." You smile, knowing that whoever it is must be a lucky girl.

"Yeah? And might I know this girl?" You've been to countless towns with your friends, met many women indeed. Surely one of them was it.

"I'd say better than most."

"Who is she? I don't know a lot of people. Is it Sharon? Please don't marry Sharon."

"Nah, it's not Sharon."

"Well then who is it, cowboy?"

Nick grinned at you, staring into your eyes.

"You."

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ZOOMING CAUSE DINNER IS VERY SOON EOJEBE

cowboy trilogies MMM

cownap sapboy

ANYWAYS OFF TO EAT

hydrate

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