My parents are from the past they are from the old west or what most people calls the wild west. they are from the 1800's. i wonder what it was like living in old west. i sit and daydream about it. i am married and i should get my act together and s...
another sleepless night and another nightmare. ever since i was kidnapped and tortured i have had none stop nightmares and sleepless nights. yesterday it came to ahead when sheriff Cain came to us and told us that Dahlia's brother been killed in a car accident. Dahlia broke down crying i told sheriff Cain to take me to Dahlia's brother so i could bring him back to life and bring him back to Dahlia and heal him completely. i did something that i had never done before. i pulled my father's gun on sheriff Cain and made him take me to Dahlia's brother. he took me to Dahlia's brother Dexter i healed and brought Dexter back to life and back to Dahlia. i used all of my strength to bring him back to life. i collapsed bleeding on the floor. i couldn't believe what i done i had never pulled a gun on a sheriff before in my young 16 year old life. i sit down shaking not believing what i had just done. i can only hope that sheriff Cain forgives me for pulling a gun on him. Dahlia hugged me and kissed me. she loves me and i love her so much that i would give my life for her. i don't know how much more of these sleepless nights and nightmares i can take. i pray that they stop soon.
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this is my father's gun from his outlaw days as Billy the Kid. i pulled this very gun on sheriff Cain i don't know what my mom and dad will say when they find out what i had done. i wonder what my baby brother Joe would say when he finds out what i done.
i will write more later
A young guns/Waltons cross over
In my son little William's POV
As a boy growing up in Lincoln county New Mexico I was comforted to know love of my family and friends. My family is a very close family. There myself and there is my sister Catherine and my brother Alexander and my sister Bonnie and my brother Clayton and my brother Josiah and my sister Dahlia then there is my mother and father Dahlia and Billy Bonney Jr and then there is my grandparents Dahlia and Billy Bonney Sr. I remember one day in 1934 when I and my brothers and sisters had came home from school to find out that were going to make some new friends. Because my daddy had been offered a job of cutting railroad ties and helping Mr John Walton in his saw mill. We couldn't believe that there was another family just like our family. We are grown now but I can still here those loving voices calling goodnight to each other.
