Billy Harris signs on as the scout for a cattle drive headed to Abilene on the original Chisholm Trail in 1867. Along the way, he mostly makes use of his much more popular talent with the ladies, and his men friends learn a few things, too. This is a short story with a lot of shootings, but little of it is gunpowder.
War is Hell! I think after so many of them we found that out. When the participants are someone you love, family even, then the 'gloves' come off and the only important thing is to 'kill' the bastards before they kill you. Family, to us that had a whole new meaning. It inspired what many would think of as 'extreme' measures. Screw it, they started it, now we were going to finish it; our way.
When my older sister Becci moved up to junior high school, she quickly developed some issues that kinda prevented her behaving towards me like a decent human being. One day when I was fourteen she went way too far and framed me for stealing beer. Our father massively over-reacted. I took the nuclear option. No winners here; we all lost out.