Paulo P.O.V
I walked into the post office, the bell ringing loudly overhead as the door swung shut.
There wasn't anyone other than the owner and I in here. Most people were in the bar I had just left, drinking away the morning.
The town was unusually busy, packed with people, cattle being pushed down the Main Street, a sale of some sort must have been made on.
Not that I cared for any of it.
"What can I do for ya?" A short man in a white striped shirt from behind the counter asked me, "You's got telegraph in this town?" I asked him.
"Oh why yes!" He grinned, "Of course, we're one of the most developed towns in all the county," he praised his smile falling slightly as he noticed my lack of care.
"What would you like sent?" He nervously pulled out a piece of paper and a pencil.
"Found y'ur filly- What's the name of this place?" I asked him,
"Medicine Bow," he answered.
I nodded once, "Found y'ur filly, she's in Medicine Bow, Wyoming,". I watched as he quickly scribbled it onto the piece of paper in front of him.
"Send it to Matthew Wilde, Oakley Falls in Oregon," I told him.
"A stolen horse? That's a long way to come for it," the man chuckled, which soon turned nervous with my glare, "It's a special one, the owner will be glad to have it back in possession,".
"That'll be 80¢," he dabbed at his sweaty brow, with his handkerchief. Reaching into my pocket a threw the coins onto the bench, without waiting to watch him scramble after them before they hit the ground.
The bell jingled once more as I waltzed down the steps onto the street.
Watching as people came and went from the saddle yards.
Alexandrious Wrighte.... Where oh where are you hiding?
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The Oregon trail
ActionThe slow methodic thud of horse hooves hitting the sand, lulled me side to side, as we walked through the endless desert hills. The blistering sun hung overhead, a constant reminder of how dry my mouth was. Every painful swallow was like trying to s...
