Ryan
“He’d always loved riding and now it was an escape from the responsibility of being the sheriff. Him, Daniel Patrick Doyle, being elected sheriff! Second generation Irish immigrant who had fled the Great Famine. It sure was turning into a beautiful early evening. The sun was setting, cooling things down by the second. If he wasn’t mistaken he sensed another storm was brewing over the mountain range.
He encouraged the horse to venture higher up into the hilly part of the ravine.
Birds sang out ...their evening song and Ryan loved the solitude. So different to Grantsville with its dirt and noise. Grit you could taste in your mouth when it hadn’t rained. Music and whores’ giggles coming from the saloons. The fights he had to constantly break up. Fighting over a lost game of cards or who was going home with one of the few single ladies in town.
Yeah, not enough women to go around town and that was the problem. They had to attract more ladies to settle the area and raise the next generation of homesteaders and copper miners.MoreLess
He encouraged the horse to venture higher up into the hilly part of the ravine.
Birds sang out ...their evening song and Ryan loved the solitude. So different to Grantsville with its dirt and noise. Grit you could taste in your mouth when it hadn’t rained. Music and whores’ giggles coming from the saloons. The fights he had to constantly break up. Fighting over a lost game of cards or who was going home with one of the few single ladies in town.
Yeah, not enough women to go around town and that was the problem. They had to attract more ladies to settle the area and raise the next generation of homesteaders and copper miners.MoreLess
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