"Good Morning Class" -- Welcome to Coinsmoke!

In the town of Coinsmoke the locals wander through another busy day. A tall, dark stranger--a Man With No Name--rides through the center of town. He hitches his horse to the post in front of the Marshall's office and goes inside
Marshall Bear: (legs up, boots on desk) Howdy!
Stranger: Howdy.
Marshall Bear: What's the name, friend?
--Silence--
Stranger: Freaky Coin Freak.
Marshall Bear: Well, bein' as I just saw ol' Freaky tarred, feathered and run outta town yesterday... that'd either make you a liar or idiot. Which is it?
Stranger: (lights a smoke) Nice town ya got here. Peaceful.
Marshall Bear: (Sputtering) PEACEFUL????!!!! Mister, I've heard Coinsmoke called a lot of things in my day--but never peaceful! (spits a direct hit into the corner spitoon) Jus yesterday, Mad Dog Stewie Blay shot Rance Sunnywood dead in the street! Cold-hearted as a howdy-do about it!
Stranger: Why'd he do that?
Marshall Bear: Said Sunnyboy spoke ill of one of his coins. 'Round here there's two things ya don't do... insult another man's coins, and... uh... I'm too old to remember t'other.
Stranger: Who's the Sheriff here, Marshall?
Marshall Bear: That'd be Sheriff Homer Hall, son! Owns this town. Word to the wise... don't get on ol' Homer's bad side.
Stranger: Where might a fella find him?
Marshall Bear: 'Bout now he'd be over at the Slab Saloon!
Stranger: "Slab Saloon?" Funny name for a waterin' hole, ain't it?
Marshall Bear: Used to be the Rawhide... but fer some reason rubbed Homer the wrong way... (scratching his beard) say... you wouldn't be one of those Free Coiners would ya?
Stranger: Free Coiner?
Marshall Bear: Yeah... one of them crazy fellers who don't believe in havin' their coins certified. Like Porkkarl of Abilene and Virgil Jom. You know them boys? Stirred up a mess a trouble 'round here!
Stranger: So... most folks like their coins slabbed in these parts?
Marshall Bear: Yup! 'Cept those crazy foreigners cross the gulch in Dark Town. But they ain’t good for nuthin’. (he spits) You sure you ain't a Free Coiner?
Mad Marty Munson comes bursting through the door. He is a mottled collection of rags, bags and animal skins
Mad Marty Munson: MARSHALL!!! Better get on over ta the Slab! All hell’s breakin’ loose!!!
Marshall Bear: WHOA! Marty! SLOW DOWN! Tell me what happened!
Mad Marty: (sucking wind) Well… them boys from the NGC come ta town!
Marshall Bear: Curly Joe Braddick?
Mad Marty: (nodding) Yessir! An Festus Marguli too!!!!
Marshall Bear: DANG!
Mad Marty: Well ol’ Lucy Belle up and tells ‘em they ain’t welcome and they draw down on Lucy!!!! KIN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!! Drawin’ on Lucy??!!!!
Stranger: There a fella named Rusty Compucheap with ‘em? Tall fella—thin as a rattlesnake, ugly—like a Franklin half.
Mad Marty: Cain’t speak to that, mister—but next thing ya know, Clem Wonderbritches from The Registry Ranch done up and smashes a bottle over Coinpoke1’s head!!
Marshall Bear: WHAT FER??!
Mad Marty: Fer saying that he can’t be selling coins in the Slab Saloon! AIN’T THAT THE DARNDEST THING?!!
--Silence—
Marshall Bear: Where’s Sheriff Homer during all this, Marty?
Mad Marty: Last I saw, Marshall-- he’s up on the balcony just laughin’ at everybody!
--Silence—
Stranger: Friendly place.
Mad Marty: What’re ya gonna do, Marshall?
Stranger: Yeah… Marshall?
Marshall Bear sits down in his chair, leans back and puts his boots on the desk.
Marshall Bear: Ain’t gonna do nuthin’. Too close to retirin’ to risk it on a bunch of Yahoos! You don’t even know how many times I been shot!
Stranger: But you heard Marty here. Half the town’s killin’ each other!
Marshall Bear: (striking a match on his boot and lighting a big cigar)
Welcome to Coinsmoke, stranger!
(exhaling a big, blue cloud of smoke)
Peaceful, ain’t it?
Marshall Bear: (legs up, boots on desk) Howdy!
Stranger: Howdy.
Marshall Bear: What's the name, friend?
--Silence--
Stranger: Freaky Coin Freak.
Marshall Bear: Well, bein' as I just saw ol' Freaky tarred, feathered and run outta town yesterday... that'd either make you a liar or idiot. Which is it?
Stranger: (lights a smoke) Nice town ya got here. Peaceful.
Marshall Bear: (Sputtering) PEACEFUL????!!!! Mister, I've heard Coinsmoke called a lot of things in my day--but never peaceful! (spits a direct hit into the corner spitoon) Jus yesterday, Mad Dog Stewie Blay shot Rance Sunnywood dead in the street! Cold-hearted as a howdy-do about it!
Stranger: Why'd he do that?
Marshall Bear: Said Sunnyboy spoke ill of one of his coins. 'Round here there's two things ya don't do... insult another man's coins, and... uh... I'm too old to remember t'other.
Stranger: Who's the Sheriff here, Marshall?
Marshall Bear: That'd be Sheriff Homer Hall, son! Owns this town. Word to the wise... don't get on ol' Homer's bad side.
Stranger: Where might a fella find him?
Marshall Bear: 'Bout now he'd be over at the Slab Saloon!
Stranger: "Slab Saloon?" Funny name for a waterin' hole, ain't it?
Marshall Bear: Used to be the Rawhide... but fer some reason rubbed Homer the wrong way... (scratching his beard) say... you wouldn't be one of those Free Coiners would ya?
Stranger: Free Coiner?
Marshall Bear: Yeah... one of them crazy fellers who don't believe in havin' their coins certified. Like Porkkarl of Abilene and Virgil Jom. You know them boys? Stirred up a mess a trouble 'round here!
Stranger: So... most folks like their coins slabbed in these parts?
Marshall Bear: Yup! 'Cept those crazy foreigners cross the gulch in Dark Town. But they ain’t good for nuthin’. (he spits) You sure you ain't a Free Coiner?
Mad Marty Munson comes bursting through the door. He is a mottled collection of rags, bags and animal skins
Mad Marty Munson: MARSHALL!!! Better get on over ta the Slab! All hell’s breakin’ loose!!!
Marshall Bear: WHOA! Marty! SLOW DOWN! Tell me what happened!
Mad Marty: (sucking wind) Well… them boys from the NGC come ta town!
Marshall Bear: Curly Joe Braddick?
Mad Marty: (nodding) Yessir! An Festus Marguli too!!!!
Marshall Bear: DANG!
Mad Marty: Well ol’ Lucy Belle up and tells ‘em they ain’t welcome and they draw down on Lucy!!!! KIN YOU BELIEVE THAT?!! Drawin’ on Lucy??!!!!
Stranger: There a fella named Rusty Compucheap with ‘em? Tall fella—thin as a rattlesnake, ugly—like a Franklin half.
Mad Marty: Cain’t speak to that, mister—but next thing ya know, Clem Wonderbritches from The Registry Ranch done up and smashes a bottle over Coinpoke1’s head!!
Marshall Bear: WHAT FER??!
Mad Marty: Fer saying that he can’t be selling coins in the Slab Saloon! AIN’T THAT THE DARNDEST THING?!!
--Silence—
Marshall Bear: Where’s Sheriff Homer during all this, Marty?
Mad Marty: Last I saw, Marshall-- he’s up on the balcony just laughin’ at everybody!
--Silence—
Stranger: Friendly place.
Mad Marty: What’re ya gonna do, Marshall?
Stranger: Yeah… Marshall?
Marshall Bear sits down in his chair, leans back and puts his boots on the desk.
Marshall Bear: Ain’t gonna do nuthin’. Too close to retirin’ to risk it on a bunch of Yahoos! You don’t even know how many times I been shot!
Stranger: But you heard Marty here. Half the town’s killin’ each other!
Marshall Bear: (striking a match on his boot and lighting a big cigar)
Welcome to Coinsmoke, stranger!
(exhaling a big, blue cloud of smoke)
Peaceful, ain’t it?
Brevity is the soul of wit. --William Shakespeare
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Neil
Jade Rare Coin eBay Listings
honi soit qui mal y pense
gold - the barbarous relic!
Wonder if LucyBelle had her Gat with her??
honi soit qui mal y pense
gold - the barbarous relic!
Hopefully a precursor to the real thing....
karlgoetzmedals.com
secessionistmedals.com
Little Joe
Best yet.
Bwahahahahaha!!!!!
and it sets us apart from practitioners and consultants. Gregor
So when we doin' up the Dark Towners?
09/07/2006
Total Copper Nutcase - African, British Ships, Channel Islands!!!
'Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup'
PORKKARL - I LUV IT!!!
P K
"Senorita HepKitty"
"I want a real cool Kitty from Hepcat City, to stay in step with me" - Bill Carter
Now get yer party dress on woman. Gonna be a hot time at the Ol' Slab tonight.
Clankeye
Thanks for the story!
Dan
<< <i>But then again I always loved the cowpokes and sod buster theme. >>
Me too, Coinrookie. Can't wait to see Costner's new movie Open Range.
Been talkin' like this purt near a week now. The missus is 'bout to plug me.
Clankeye
We'll use our hands and hearts and if we must we'll use our heads.
thats been a sellin them purdy little colored nickels out back of the Slab Saloon. Gonna make the Sheriff
alittle cranky I magine.
I hate it when you see my post before I can edit the spelling.
Always looking for nice type coins
my local dealer
My Auctions
dagnabbed ifen I didnt get a starren roll without being plugged like a nickel.
I guess I will mosey down to the saloon and get me a cold Sarsasperella.
Dang its good to be marshall in a western agin.
O mighty Bard, thank you.My soul thirsted for this tale as a man thirsts in a dry desert
for a drink of water.
Camelot
Here's a warning parable for coin collectors...
Good luck, Bear.
TGIM.
Big Mike <><
Let your roots grow down into him and draw up nourishment from him, so you will grow in faith, strong and vigorous in the truth you were taught. Let your lives overflow with thanksgiving for all that he has done. --Colossians 2:7
Just a quick and solemn reminder, however - Clank, your "The Bard" title can be revoked by Carol at ANY time, particularly if you miss a Monday morning deadline.
And, the "Monday Morning Good Morning Class Deadline Forum Peace Posse Police Committee" (MMGMCDFPPPC for not-so-short) is on continuous watch, I assure you.
Great writing and story line.
Al
that was damn funnier than last week - I swear you are one funny nut case!!!!!!!!!!!
tis truly a monday fix
Marc
Ken