Busted Gulch vol 7

A Letter Delivered (naomimrshl)

Wells Fargo Telegraph for :

Office of the Sheriff

Busted Gulch

Sheriff 3Gun,

Out of a past crippled with pain.

From the dim memories of long-hidden shame.

An oath was made, by the good folk who found

The stolen Confederate gold

Buried in blood-soaked ground.

With his last ounce of life,

As he bled the earth red,

The soldier made his brother promise to

Give the gold away.

To carry the secret of deceit and loss

And to somehow return the gold -

No matter the cost.

But a witch of the Lumbee -

Tormented with hate -

Swore revenge for the life of her son

Who was shot

And his Maroon Princess wife,

Who'd been raped,

By the dirty thieves who had killed the whole village

Then drunkenly burnt the place to the ground...

They dug and dug... but no gold was found..

Cause Lumbee witch had hidden it good

At the top of the hill... in the teaberry root.

Years after, at the end of a fierce battle,

One brother - as he struggled to death -

Dug a root out of the ground... and realized what he had found.

And the Oath to Return the gold to the Lumbee/Maroon descendants was promised, that sad day, by the Soldier's brother, the first T. T. Rivers.

As the years progressed, T. T. Followed the roots of the berry bush That followed each descendant.

But the witch followed, too.

Her hatred was such that it

Blinded her heart to the

Good the gold gave.

So, at each new town, we kept our work secret,

To hide the innocent folk

From her charms and her hex.

The Oath was passed on to granddaughters and sons...

They discovered new ways to protect the treasure

While the berries ripened

And the treasure grew within.

Each root fed a berry with priceless gold

The worth of a harvest..... untold!

But now, the treasure is at the end of the line, and

Our freedom to love can't wait for its time!

The last of the Lumbee/Maroon family tree

Are some of the citizens of BG

And there is one who is the direct

Great Granddaughter of the

Princess who was so cruelly slaughtered.

We are break'n a rule.

By suggest'n to some..

If they don't want their berries

To give em to Lou.

Lou said that the berries smelled revolt'n

A sure sign... that they have started mold'n.

And, at the bottom of that royal mold, There lies their rightful inheritance...

In gold.

Sheriff, we are sorry for any hurt or confusion

But as you can see... we had good reason!

Now you know the truth, use it for what good you can.

By the way, we are both hope'n you'll be our Best Man :))

Sincerely,

Hugh Bellows and Dixie Land