The Silent Z
Just Here
In 1876 Taos county New Mexico life was quiet for folks yet that quiet hid a certain odor that ones sense of smell couldn't forsake or mistake. The smell was that of corruption, tyranny and fear all mixed together to bake one tragic cake in this life the folks called home, Home being set within the beautiful scenery of trees standing below snow topped mountains and the miles of land all around with green grass, yellow patches and dirt that would make any man appreciate the life one could build here. But for all it's splendid beauty and peaceful seeming nature, the county was offset by a crooked mayor, a greedy and bought sheriff with his goons for deputies enforcing a biased law all the while this was only the start as each month if not sooner a band of outlaws liked to ride into town like they owned the place and to that surely they were not mistaken as nobody stood in there way and held them into check...... least none who lived to tell of the tale or do so successfully.
How it all began only the townsfolk could say and only those still around to speak of the years earlier election.... And even then it would take a brave soul to risk such a sharing. However life might seem the folks of Taos county make a go of life in the town getting by through sheer determination, grit and the fighting spirit to persevere during hard times... possibly hoping one day to once again have their home given back to them or aided in its reclaiming. All kinds of folk pass through, all kinds call Taos home and all kinds I'm sure would like to see it return from the hands who run the town now days.
Meanwhile a different kind of soul has recently rode into town atop his beloved horse, Betsy, a paint who's age was climbing ever higher but strode along still with a strength to her steps. The man who rides into Taos never truly had a place to call home, he's seen one boom town to another, big city and all kinds of territory across the country as a gunslinger with a military past... They call him Irish, Irish McDavid others might call him Lawrence but none mistake him for a yellow belly once they've gotten to know him or have heard of him already, if not met. He's a hazeled eyed, straight faced and calm man who speaks his mind or merely lets his face do his talking for him but despite what life has thrown his way he's managed to live on and see more and more new places his most recent being the now, the county of Taos......
He's a gunslinger with a taste for cards and drink who doesn't mind where he sleeps as long as the nights go a bit quicker then his last. He's seen War, fought outlaws and Indians both while occasionally taking on gangs such as the copper gang of Montana though don't think he was alone as he wasn't for a few acquaintances were made that day. The twists and turns of life proving more unexpected each day as that venture reminded him during that time.
While Lawrence McDavid was new to Taos county his sense told him something wasn't right, he'd already seen a run in with the man he was surprised to see was sheriff and his simple goons who backed him and himself, of course. He's since seen to his horses care, stared down a man who thought it was time for his horse to be put down and found a saloon nearby to get a drink and wet his whistle, perhaps a quiet game of cards as he observed the community from his seat and eyes peering over a hand of cards, while a sliver of wood poked out and moved here and there from his lips having decided to quite his habit of cigars.
Time would see this was truly a war for ones own home........
Brax Maj StormWolf SandraDeelightful _SweetCandy_ lux-crescendo R i v e r okokapi (If I'm missing anyone here I apologize I'll correct as time moves forward)
How it all began only the townsfolk could say and only those still around to speak of the years earlier election.... And even then it would take a brave soul to risk such a sharing. However life might seem the folks of Taos county make a go of life in the town getting by through sheer determination, grit and the fighting spirit to persevere during hard times... possibly hoping one day to once again have their home given back to them or aided in its reclaiming. All kinds of folk pass through, all kinds call Taos home and all kinds I'm sure would like to see it return from the hands who run the town now days.
Meanwhile a different kind of soul has recently rode into town atop his beloved horse, Betsy, a paint who's age was climbing ever higher but strode along still with a strength to her steps. The man who rides into Taos never truly had a place to call home, he's seen one boom town to another, big city and all kinds of territory across the country as a gunslinger with a military past... They call him Irish, Irish McDavid others might call him Lawrence but none mistake him for a yellow belly once they've gotten to know him or have heard of him already, if not met. He's a hazeled eyed, straight faced and calm man who speaks his mind or merely lets his face do his talking for him but despite what life has thrown his way he's managed to live on and see more and more new places his most recent being the now, the county of Taos......
He's a gunslinger with a taste for cards and drink who doesn't mind where he sleeps as long as the nights go a bit quicker then his last. He's seen War, fought outlaws and Indians both while occasionally taking on gangs such as the copper gang of Montana though don't think he was alone as he wasn't for a few acquaintances were made that day. The twists and turns of life proving more unexpected each day as that venture reminded him during that time.
While Lawrence McDavid was new to Taos county his sense told him something wasn't right, he'd already seen a run in with the man he was surprised to see was sheriff and his simple goons who backed him and himself, of course. He's since seen to his horses care, stared down a man who thought it was time for his horse to be put down and found a saloon nearby to get a drink and wet his whistle, perhaps a quiet game of cards as he observed the community from his seat and eyes peering over a hand of cards, while a sliver of wood poked out and moved here and there from his lips having decided to quite his habit of cigars.
Time would see this was truly a war for ones own home........
Brax Maj StormWolf SandraDeelightful _SweetCandy_ lux-crescendo R i v e r okokapi (If I'm missing anyone here I apologize I'll correct as time moves forward)