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You people must realize that the only times I actually make a post, is when I'm not at home.Okay, not all the time. But at least the random posts are made most often when I'm on the road, or on vaction.Well, you can add another first to this.I'm kinda drunk.Yes, egg nog and vodka. What? Vodka? No Rum? Why no rum? Well, that would be because there is no rum in the house right now. There's

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The four riders watched the small cottage from the crest of the hill, ignoring the cold wind that whipped around them. The sounds of joy and laughter seemed to calm the cold that surrounded them. Sywyn could only smile as he listened to the sounds of laughter and song. “And we did it without drawing weapons or shedding blood,” he said softly.“No' ev'rythin' need be done with a blade,” Mandrel

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Mandrel finished hitching the horses to the wagon and looked to his sister. Pania was organizing the last of the parcels and packages carefully. It had taken most of the day and a good part of the evening, but they had managed to collect enough to gather together a decent care package for the small family. While it felt good to entertain, carol and share in the spirit of the season with the

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Sywyn found the small abode easily. The boy had described where he and his family lived with great detail. He spoke of his brothers and sisters, and the passing of his father only six months earlier. The elven knight stopped to marvel at the dwelling. Stricken by poverty, this family still managed to bring together the signs of the season. A small spruce tree in the front yard was decorated

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Just outside Ottawa, Ontario, December 24, 1897Sywyn Wennemein rose early that morning. As a holy knight of his home world, he went about his duties as he normally would. And just like he remembered from his time spent in Old Mexico, he could not hear but a whisper from his god. But there was something else. Another voice that penetrated through to his very soul. And it sounded like the song

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I decided to interrupt the usual story of the current adventures of Black Mask and Pale Rider to bring you this Christmas story.Rideau Canal, Ottawa, Ontario, December 23, 1897The snow crunched underneath the horses hooves, sounding louder than it should have, but the air was crisp and cool and all the sounds that were made seemed that much louder. The four riders huddled together as they

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"Jeb, be a good boy an' fetch my cane if you would," Kingston said in a calm and cool voice that held the air of sophistication. "We are entertaining two fine ladies, so I must make certain my attire is appropriate." He smiled to the small black boy and waved him off to carry out his duty. Kingston fussed a bit in the mirror as one of his body guards stood by near the window. Kingston looked

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Ezekiel Morgan followed obediently behind one of the slavers as he was taken out of the paddock. He'd seen this before, slaves taken from one owner to another. This was his time now. He prayed at least that maybe this master would be kind and understanding. Perhaps, maybe even grant him his freedom. He kept his head low, eyes looking to the ground, knowing exactly when to stop and exactly

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Shreveport, Louisiana, September 23, 1863Pania removed her duster and wiped her brow. Not only was it hot, but humid. Never before had she felt such conditions. The heat and humidity felt like a huge weight that bared down on her. Shani felt it too, as both gunslingers looked tired in the saddle. Even their horses loped along slowly. That didn't stop them, however, as off in the distance

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Oxford, Mississippi, September 21, 1863Shani looked around the office for a moment as she gathered her things together. She and Pania had been in the town for nearly two weeks. They'd gone from hunted outlaws to trusted peacemakers, in just two weeks. After Shani took down Dorval, life in Oxford grew much more peaceful. A new judge came in from Jackson, and the rest of Dorval's men were sent

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The day went by slowly as the people of Oxford went about their business. Rumour had spread quickly, something was going to happen on this day. No new people, no celebration in the town, nothing of happy times ahead, but news and rumours that put worry in the eyes of the townsfolk. They could feel it as they would pass by Sheriff Wennemein or any of her deputies.Shani walked the streets just

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Shiver me timbers!It's September 19th!And that means only one thing. It's International Talk Like a Pirate Day. Okay, so it's not something that is celebrated in a very secular fashion or even a major commercial fashion. But it's still a fun day, and something to keep one's sanity firmly in place.So grab ye cutlass an' batten down the hatches. Whether ye be from the Prairies (famous for the

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It's often odd to read news stories about a general manager or a former player in sports one day, and then the next hear of their passing. Such was the case with Ron Lancaster. Ron Lancaster became the face of not only the Saskatchewan Roughriders, but of the Canadian Football League. Born in Pennsylvania, he was considered too small for American Football at five foot nine. But he went north,

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Summer is quickly winding down. Examples of the coming of autumn are all around us. Though the weather has been relatively warm, that still hasn't stopped the colours of fall to shows up all around us.The past few weeks I've had the opportunity to drive from Outlook down line 19 in delivering a weekly publication to different locations spread throughout the communities along the highway that

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Pania walked into the saloon and shook herself slightly as the rivers of rain water dripped from her duster. The rain had started hard and unexpectedly in the late afternoon, acting as some kind of omen. Shani looked up from the pool table as she was lining up a shoot. Anything to keep her mind busy after what happened this day. Walker leaned against the bar of the saloon and watched the game

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The casket closed on Cole's body as the remaining gunslingers stood by solemnly. No one said any words as the very private ceremony took place. Ming bowed his head in quiet prayer for the man he had never known, but obviously a man who tried to uphold justice. Walker's expression didn't change much, making him seem that much more hardened due to his age and the things he'd seen. Joshua wept

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The crowd had gathered in small groups, whispering amongst themselves. Naturally, they would spread rumour and innuendo about what had just happened. At least they all felt sympathy toward Cole, who's body now cooled on the dusty streets as the doctor tended to him. Shani and Pania walked with determination and looked to the doctor, waiting for some sign. All they found was a heavy sigh of

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Found this rather interesting test while cruising around other blogs. I always find interesting stuff at other blogs, and being the coffee-holic that I am, I had to check this out. It's the Caffeine Click Test. It determines your caffeine levels as you click on the coffee cup icon.Mine for today is...Created by OnePlusYou - Online DatingWell, it is a Friday, after all, and it is publishing day

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The small group stood silently in the sheriff's office as one of the deputies stood watch over the wagon. Word was sent to the local banker that the strong box had finally come into town. The man who had ended the gunfight before it really started sat heavily in a chair behind a desk and studied those that entered. The Chinaman was fairing well for taking a bad hit to the shoulder and losing a

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Just outside Oxford, Mississippi, September 5, 1863They rode hard toward the plume of smoke as it rose into the air. Shani tightened the reins on her horse as they drew near, Pania followed suit and could only stare in disbelief. A small wagon train, very small, maybe three wagons. The horses were either scattered, stolen or dead. They could see two carcasses of the horses that had obviously

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Cardiac Kids.That's what I'm calling the Riders. That's what this team has been this year, as they've managed to win with four different quarterbacks, and managed to win in the fourth quarter. The Saskatchewan Roughriders pulled into Winnipeg after handing the Blue Bombers a convincing drubbing the week previous. History was on Winnipeg's side, however, as the Bombers were almost always

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There's been talk about a new game out, brought to the computer gaming world by Electronic Arts and Maxis called Spore. The game allows you to create not just a character, like many other online games have you do, but the entire society and planet of the race that character comes from. You build one creature, and watch it grow, and evolve, and create a society.You can expand in the universe as

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Travers made certain the bottles were packed carefully into the saddle bags as he secured them on Gipsum. He gave the horse's neck a gentle pat before he stepped back and looked to the elf that sat in the saddle. Shani tipped her hat in thanks and offered him a friendly grin. “Much 'bliged, Travers. The whiskey's 'ppreciated, an' thet wine's gonna be a taste o' home fer sure.”“Le's 'ope the

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Her eyes fluttered open as she turned her head to push back the bright light of the room. Pania raised her hands to rub the cobwebs from her eyes. Everything was still a blur in her mind. She was just starting to remember what had just happened. Finally it hit home. The dream walk she had just been on, the revelation of the man who had been so kind and friendly toward the two elves. And she

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Shani grew worried. It had been a while since her last conversation with the Huntsman. He hadn't made himself as accessible as she would have liked. There was one thing she found in this creature that seemed to be a very human quality, one shared by many elves as well. A raging ego. He already had one elf, but he wanted the other as well. So, he was using her as bait.There was something

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