Appearing in Stagecoach Hold-up

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A few weeks ago a large Ramada of horseless plowing machines came a chuggin’ into Medicine Park. I’m sure it weren’t no posse hunting a fugitive as they couldn’t get up enough velocity to catch one if they saw him.  Of course this bazaar sight brought both the Seth Gang and the law a runnin’. They reined up short a wondering what those noisy contraptions were.  Soon Seth, Little Britches, Rattlesnake, Doc Holiday, Marshal Payne & Marshal Odie were all clumped together tryin’ to figure out exactly what them things were. Seems that these new machines were fixin’ to take over the job of perfectly good horses. As it turned out the Seth Gang & the lawmen were secret pards and joint owners of the local feed business.  Without the need for a lot of horses them feed business profits would be a hurtin’.

They determined something was needed to rein in this menace. The lawmen quietly slipped their badges into pockets.  Together the Marauders approached the intruders meaning to run those machines clear out of the territory.  Nearing where the tractors were corralled Seth demanded to know who was the head wrangler of that outfit. He was pointed out and, with drawn six-guns he was quickly taken hostage. They figured with the head honcho of those varmints hobbled and threatened they saddle up and vamoose.

But as it turned out he was leanin’ a little to the Marauder side so he was recruited and given a hat and a .45 Colt.  The Marauder gang got the idea if they got the feller holding’ the high hand would have a lot of loot which could be appended to the mutual Marauder investments. It appeared to be a fellow named John Deere as he had his brand on most of them infernal machines.  But no one in the outfit had that handle.

Since John Deere was not ridin’ with that bunch the Marauders got the inspiration to steal one of them tractor machines and hold it for ransom. That’s when trouble flared up. There were two real pretty mechanical mounts in the herd. Little Britches had a hankerin’ to haul freight with an orange tractor and Seth was spinning his rope for a large green one. Both were good looking mounts, which split the Marauders into two camps. The dispute quickly escalated into gunfire, which once again, ended when they ran out of bullets.

The skirmish over, a deal was cut with the tractor outfit. They’d be let allowed to depart with their scalps intact if they hauled freight out of town after grabbin’ some chuck at the Riverside eatery.  They were so grateful not to get shot up they even bought the Marauders a round of lunch.

The Marauders helped group from BrookRidge into the winery. Luckily the seniors were not packing iron as an argument broke out of who got to use one of the wheelchairs. The dispute was settled when the contestants ran out of bullets.

A couple of Floozies, Miss Vycke and Little Britches decided to stake a claim on the menfolk of the BrookRidge Gang much to their delight.  One woman was issuing orders so we dubbed her the boss of the BrookRidge Gang. Another of their gang said; “She’s not the boss, she’s just German.” Another we called princess and chief wine taster (her glass could not be refilled fast enough). Princess was hording all of their gold. She said she had a golden leg. In order to get the gold we needed a hostage.

Miss Vycke packing a small gun in her needlework purse and Doc Holyday lead the Marauder’s in taking the hostage. They singled out the activity coordinator as the perfect target, a young lady just turned 27. With that as clue we looked for her in the group. The first one picked said that could be her age, but Little Britches though she might have switched the two numbers. The right person was uncovered and we swore her in as a Marauder, then decided to take her out and shoot her any way.  It might be enough to get the rest to hand over the gold. Alas it did not work we got no gold, and the hostage was only a bit startled by the noise of the blanks.

When ask if any of them had been here in the past one gentleman said he used to come out a lot, but spent most of the time in the Wildlife Reserve. In 1935, and at the age of 10, he climbed Mount Scott.  This was before the road to the top was built. He commented on how long it took and Rattlesnake Bill said; “When he got back down he was 12.” This brought a chuckle from all.

In the end the Brookridge Gang made out with a tasting of the fine wines and a free ticket to the Buffalo Elixir Medicine Show performance at BrookRidge Retirement Community on Oct. 25.