The Days of Glory
The Days of Glory
By: David Schofield
Once, a few years, there was a great man. His name, David Schofield. He lived, breathed, and disapeared, a Soldier of great honor. When he had just journeyed west from Ohio, he knew he had to learn the ropes of living life in the west. He traveled for days, eventually comming across a small town named Loveshack. He soon came to know why it was called that, the beautiful scene surrounding it. A beautiful desert to the west, a Lake right next to the town, Rivers to the Northeast, and the Mountains to the North and the South. He couldn't have been more in love with the town, but of course a Lovely town has a great leader as well. A man who's age and wisdom surpassed many of the negiboring citizens, This man, was named Agelage. He was a simple Cowboy, he worked hard to earn a living, and a trusty fellow named Zelder was always ready to protect the town. David started working out near the desert picking sugarcane, he knew it sold for a good sum of cash and the town had plenty of goods to buy. He worked hard and got a good flow of money and finally bought a good dueling outfit. Then, Raiders came and attacked the town. Agelage was injured in the faceoff as Zelder was unable to help out at the time. Then David knew that he would have to fight as a soldier for the town...
I, am David.
It was a dark April evening, The wind blew as I stepped out of my cabin. I looked around with my gold plated Shotgun on my side, my Black Bow around my neck. I was wearing my favourite Fancy Leather hat, and I chose to wear my Fancy Waist Coat that day as well.
"Looks like a storms brewing" I said to myself as I stepped into the wind.
I made my way to the Town Hall, I had to do my job and write letters to invite worthy individuals to the town, the job as Town Councilman didn't pay, but atleast it gave me a good rank to tell others what needs to be done, and that was win, win and win. I had managed to make the town focus on defence after the Raider attack. The Tailors store and the Guns, weapons and more outfitters were doing good, and Agelage felt much better with everyone carrying their fair share on their backs. Eventually we got a few more citizens to join, Winder Green and some other fellas. They helped get the town treasury stocked up and they defended the town while I was away, and when I was away I was just picking away at people who were supposedly better duelers than me. Sometimes the occasional fella lived up to his name and I had to pay for medical fees and such at their town, but of course there were the Bankees, people who carried all of their money with them and didn't trust the banks for Jack Squat. I hit them hard and stole every last hard earned dollar and spent it at their own town, it was just the right thing to do. Sometimes someone would come after me trying to proove themselves, many failed, untill I met the girl of my dreams. She was a simple Mercenary, had the same gear as I did, same experience with dueling, but She always would win and storm off before I could get a chance to... congradulate... her.
One day I finally beat her, so after I put my money in the bank, I managed to catch up with her...
She and I talked for a while, and she wanted to come to my town. She told me I had earned it, so, she left her town, came to mine, and we went out destroying lives together. We would duel towns where the wealthy bathed, and eventually we became so passionate with one another that we had to get married. We went to the Chruch and as soon as we were happily married, we went on a honeymoon by attacking the wealthiest town of Level-40's ever, sadly, we failed at raiding them, miserably... But did we care? Nope. We were as happy as we could be, then, she disapeared. I searched everywhere, Traveled to foriegn places which were basically whole other worlds, but she had vanished! I soon gave up and just sat in my cabin for most of the day. One day, I went hunting, and that day, horror occured... It was a dark day, I was next to the river. I was searching for my next target next to the river when a great grizzly ambushed me from behind, knocking me off my feet and throwing my Shotgun into the bushes. It tore at my shirt, and I had at that point realized I had left my hat on the Town Hall desk, I was out of luck. As the Grizzly twirrled me around like a ragdoll, I saw a way to escape. I ripped off my shoe and smashed it across the Bears head, it got angry but it gave me enough time to jump into the river below... As I floated downstream, I realized I was severly wounded. As I floated downstream, I passed out... I realised my life was pretty much over, so I accepted it.
Months later I awoke, I had nothing, but I had been taken in by an Indian tribe. They basically had to try and teach me to walk again. I learned their language and I found out that I had almost drowned, but they had saved me. I was given a second chance at life, so I decided to start over. Things in the west had Changed alot, the Markets were full of new guns I didn't recognize, and I had no money to spend. I had to start over... I guess it's really true, God giveth and God taketh away... But you can always earn it back, in due time...