The Pen is Mightier Than the Sword Story Final Version

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The Dinner

It was a calm night, and my family, the Carson family and I were eating dinner. We had juicy, delicious

BBQ ribs.

Ohh, how rude of me, I didnt introduce myself. My name is John Carson, and I am 19. Our

family consisted of my dad Bill, my mom Mary, my younger sister Emma, she is 11, and my

youngest brother Tom who is only 6. And of course, not to forget, our two horses, Tornado and

Tinkerbelle. My dad was working as a blacksmith and because of that fact we had a lot of weapons

in our house, but the kids were not allowed to touch any of them, although I have had a little

experience with guns. My mother was a village doctor.

So, we were eating, and everybody was enjoying the meal and our round a table small talkwhen, all of a sudden, we heard Tornado screaming and banging the wooden wall of its stable. We

all rushed out of the kitchen but when we opened the door everything was peaceful again and we

assumed that it must have been just gunshots from a hunters gun that was probably passing

nearby.

Everything is alright kids, get back to your dinner mom commanded, but I could not miss

a weird and uncertain look that my mom sent to my father.

When we all finished our dinner, it was time for little Tom to go to bed.

Tom, get ready for bed dad smiled to Tom and waived his head towards the bathroom. When dad

finally succeeded to put Tom to sleep, the rest of us sat in the living room.

So, considering that it is Saturday tomorrow, what are we going to do? I asked.Arent you going to hang out with your girlfriend, John? Emma asked. There is an 18 -year

old girl Laura living next to my dads shop, and I think she is kind of nice looking. The red color of

fury and bewilderment rushed up into my cheeks but I just igno red my sisters remark. However,

the rest of my family laughed finding something very amusing in this scene.

Luckily, we soon returned to the previous topic and came to a conclusion that we were

going for a ride with our horses, and in the afternoon we might stop in one ranch which isrelatively close, and where some friends of ours lived. We were going to have a great time there. I

can bet that my dad would go to a saloon and drink one or two glasses of scotch.

Wherever we go on Saturdays, we need to stop and spend at least half an hour at a saloon,

because my dad is kind of addicted to alcohol. His favorite is Johnnie Walker scotch whiskey. And

very conveniently, close to the ranch that we are going to go tomorrow, there is a very good


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saloon and they have good live music there. I like going to this saloon as well, because I like

listening to the Wild West country music and in addition to this, it is always fun to watch the

adults who go there on Saturdays, relax and have a glass or two too many. Then, they get

cheerful, if not drunk, and the outcome is that there is always a skirmish or a loud, funny

disagreement. Anyway, we made a good plan for tomorrow. I was looking forward to it.

It was already 10 o clock in the evening and we were st arting to get tired and decided thatwe should all go to bed and have a good, long sleep in order to be ready for tomorrows

excitement.

Dad yawned, stood up and turned towards the door in order to lock it when, suddenly,

there was a faint knock on the door.

Who is it? My dad asked, confused. There was no answer.

Who might that be, in this late hour? With some thinking, dad opened the

door hesitantly.


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A Stranger Who Brings Bad NewsIn front of the door stood a rather odd looking man with a torn out coat.

Hello, who are you and how can I help you? my dad asked, looking down at the mans

shabby shoes.My name is Josh Masterson, and I have some news about your uncle. Can I come in? the

man seemed rather serious and upset about something.Yes, of course. my dad said as he let the man in.Please , sit down. Dad pointed to the nearest chair.And you kids, go upstairs and get ready for bed. My mum commanded. Emma and I

walked away, but as soon as we turned around the corner, we stopped and listened to the

conversation.I was a very close friend with your uncle and we spent a lot of time together. Today, while

we were playing a quick game of poker, a group of people entered and started shooting. Your

uncle didnt survive the attack. In fact, I am the only one who survived But I have a bad wound on

my chest, as well. The mans voice was faint and distantWhen I heard this, I felt tears dropping from my eyes. I looked at Emma, she was crying too.

We loved our uncle, he always made jokes with us and he was a great friend. This cannot be true!I just stood there in the dark and could not stop the tears. The faint words Your uncle

didnt survive were rushing through my mind over and over My head felt like its going to

explode.Finally, we had to run to our room because we saw our dad coming this way, and it

wouldnt be good if he finds out that we listened to the whole conversation.

We had an extra bed in our house, so my parents decided to loan it to Josh for a night, because

he said he was too exhausted and tired to go all the way to his home. That extra bed was in our

room, where my sister and I slept. When the parent opened the door of our room to let Josh in,

Emma and I were pretending that we were just about to turn off the lights and fall asleep. We

acted as if we didnt hear anything.

Come, Mister, come in. We shall be happy to share our room with You for one night.

Please, make Yourself at home. I tried even tosmile to him. Poor guy, he had such a bad day

today. I told to myself, Lets be nice to him, although he brought awful news to us.Later that evening, we found out that he was friendly indeed, just as our uncle was. But, we

didnt ask him anything about what happened, we were careful not to show that we already knew

about the terrible event.

While I was sleeping, something came to my mind. What if these guys who killed the uncle are

going to continue their hunt and put my family on the list on which the people that are killed or

supposed to be killed are marked. Oh no, we might be in danger, I need to inform the rest of us,

but how, we were not supposed to hear the story last night. I thought in my sleep.


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The rest of the night was peaceful, we all slept. But, I noticed that Josh did a lot of moving in his

bed, he probably dreamt of the shootout that happened that day. I just ignored it, didnt say a

word. I didnt want to wake up the exhausted man. He must be in a shock. I would , if I survived

something like that. And I would be grateful to God because, of all the people, he chose me to stay

on this world for a bit more.

I guess it was time for me to enter the world of dreams. I hoped that my dream was goingto be about something nice. Indeed, it was. I dreamt of our two horses galloping on a meadow,

playing. Beside them, there was Emma, Tom and I, chasing each other. It was a happy dream, and

it filled my heart with warmth.


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Change of PlanThe next morning, while we ate scalloped corn for breakfast, our parents told us the

dreadful story again, not knowing that we already knew it. We made a sad noise, our tears almost

started running again. Even Tom understood it and he cried and moaned. .We must not hesitate. Today instead of going to the Laxon family, we are going to go first

to the place where the shooting happened. Then we are going to visit our Aunt Martha, to

condole to her. My dad gave instructions. We all nodded in agreement.

We packed some stuff that may be useful, including water, sandwiches, and a couple

pieces of clothing, in case the weather changes. It was sunny so far. Josh said that it is quite a long

way till there.

We should take some guns, just in case we come face to face with some bandit or outlaw

group. My dad, the blacksmith, who carried weapons everywhere he went, of course, stated this.

Sometimes, when we get tangled up in a fight or a shooting, I help my dad get out of the risky

situation. I am his assistant, because Tom is still too small to handle a gun, and the women arent

too talented, neither are they interested in using a gun.

During our conversation at the breakfast table, we soon found out that Josh was a clumsy

cowboy, and that he had no home, he wandered around the country, spending his time in little

apartments, mostly located above saloons. As he wandered around, he survived many thrills and

saw many deaths. He didnt mention if he ever killed anybody. He probably did, but in self-

defense. It is hard to defend yourself in a brawl where you fight against twenty men with guns,

without using a gun. And there is no point having a gun in a shooting crisis, without pulling a

trigger on someone. Anyway, Josh said that he knows a couple of people who are good shootersand who can help us, if necessary.

We were all eager to go to the shooting place as soon as possible and try to figure out what

really happened and who killed our uncle. And then, of course, when we find more about what

happened , we can go to the sheriff to investigate further. I proposed that, maybe my dad and I

can do something to help find the killers.

At first, the girls didnt like the idea. We shall go, but there is no way that I will let

anybody put my family in jeopardy!, my Mum was very excited.Anyway, when we managed to calm down the women, we started the journey. It is going

to be an exciting journey, I thought.


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Blood on the Poker Table

Josh took us to the little village where the terrible thing happened. It was called St.Mary

and it was a cute place. It was built up of little colorful houses. It was like a dream place, everyone

was happy and talking to each other. Kids were playing on the streets, chasing each other.

Then suddenly, this cheerful atmosphere disappeared when we came to the saloon and saw a

few men, dressed in a very formal and serious clothes. They were gathered around each other,

talking in low voices and nodding. They had metal stars, they were sheriffs.

We approached. One of the sheriffs recognized Josh; he was the one that got the news

from Josh about the shootout.

Hello, Josh, nice to see you again, sir. The sheriff hugged Josh in friendship, and then he

noticed us.

Who are these two gentlemen? He asked Josh.

Let me introduce you to Bill and John Carson. One of the victims was their uncle. We

decided to look together for the killers and present them the destiny that they deserve. These

words were one of the most powerful words I ever heard. You could see the anger in Josh.

Well, than welcome to the crime scene. The poker table is this way. You can go and see

for yourself, if you want. The sheriff seemed like a very nice and kind person. We found our way

to the poker room, the sight was horrifying.

On the floor there were four men lying down. Ponds of blood were marked on their

bodies. We recognized one to be our uncle. He was lying on his back wearing a white shirt, jeans

and a brown, leather waistcoat. His white shirt was covered in blood. One amazing thing was that

he still held the cards in his hand. If he survived this round, he would have won. He was the best

player in the group. Josh admitted. His cards were the strongest compared to the other players. It

was a terrible scene. Some of the blood even came to the poker table.

Do you have any idea who could have done something like that? My dad asked the sheriff.

Well, there were already a couple of murders in the saloon and we think they have been

done by a gang called the Bully Duke. Their boss is James Clark and he has gathered some

professional outlaws, One- eye Wood, Charles the Master, Everett Person the Killer, Jimmie

Wolf Holt and Bobby the Kid. We dont know how they look like or where they are right now.

But we are almost sure that they have already went out of our county borders, which means that

our hands are tight, unfortunately, explained Joshs acquaintance, in an angry and desperate

manner.However, that was information good enough to start our own investigation with. We need

to find someone to help us chase them down. Luckily, Josh knows a couple of good people who

can help us.

We set off to find these people and ask them to help us find the killers. I was flooded with

excitement. This is going to be an exciting journey, full of thrills and adventures. These types of


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adventures are made for the brave ones only. Thats exactly what we are, we never give up and we

are going to do anything to revenge our uncle. He didnt deserve this type of death, not this early.

We were heading north, toward the house of our aunt Martha, we needed to offer her our

condolences and to talk to her and try to cheer her up. She, now alone, lives in a little house

outside of everything.

The way there was mostly straight, dusty, gravel path. Rarely, you could see farmers

working on the fields, growing crops. Mostly, corn and vegetables. These people looked poor, and

probably their homes were little, shabby wooden houses, almost without any furniture. Maybe,

only one room for a whole family and a garden where they get their food from.


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The Visit to Aunt Martha

When we arrived, we saw a couple of horses hitched in front of Aunt Marthas house. We

left ours in an empty space and entered the house. We saw a couple of women sitting on the

couch and on the two sofas beside it, two men were sitting in silence. From the kitchen, carrying a

pot of coffee, came out our aunt. When she saw us, she seemed surprised and deeply touched.

Hi Martha, my condolences, he was a very good man. My dad said kissing her arm.

My condolences, as well, he shouldnt have died. These guys are so cruel, we are set off to

find the killers. I repeated.

Thank you, thats very kind of you. Who is this gentleman? Martha said pointing to Josh.Hello, I am sorry about what happened. My name is Josh Masterson and I was playing

poker together with your husband, when the men came in, and you already know what happened

next. I informed the Carson family about what happened. Josh explained.

Martha burst in tears and a women sitting on the couch approached her and tried to calmher down. She sat on the couch.

You, dear relatives and friends, do me a favor and find these inferior beings who killed

my husband. And when you find them, kick them once in my name. Martha was getting mad and

fired up. She was usually a very calm person, but I can understand why she was being frustrated

right now. If I had just lost someone as important in my life, I would have felt the same way.

Especially, in her age. She and her late husband have been struggling for the happiness in this

world for more than half a century. It is a real tragedy to lose someone close when you are pretty

old.Would you like to join us for lunch gentlemen? We have chicken soup and BBQ Martha

kindly offered.We accepted, even thought we felt like leaving as soon as possible. We all sat down and

first ate our soup, which was delicious, and then ate BBQ, which we were kind of fed up with,

because we had it the night before.

When we finished, it was high time for us to leave. We made Martha happier with a big,

reassuring hug from each of us, and then on our way out I remembered. The ladies and Tom are

planning on visiting you tomorrow, if thats alright with you.They are more than welcome to come by anytime. Now, when I am alone, I need some

company. There is nothing to do. Martha smiled

Steve was the one who brought fun to this house. Oh yeah, by the way, uncles name

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Mike, the First Helper from Spring WaterOur first destination was the Hofer ranch. It is a tiny ranch with a stable and a couple of

small houses where a doctor, who was a vet at the same time, and a blacksmith lived andworked. But, we werent heading straight toward the ranch. We were heading toward a farm with

a big villa, which seemed somehow conspicuous in the forest, surrounding it. It looked like a very

nice place from far away.

This guy we are about to visit is pretty rich, usually calm, family man. But be careful, if

someone gets on his nerves or if he senses injustice or fraud, he gets very mad and his temper is

hard to handle. But, he is a good shooter. He is one of the best gunmen in this area. He is going to

help us. Josh explained.

I remember when I met him. I was in the bar, when a mad and drunk guy started at me

with a knife. In that moment, this guy came in and knocked down the mad guy with just one

punch. Josh brought back memories while pointing to the villa.

Well, he sounds like an interesting guy and I have a feeling that he is going to help us a lot

in this mission. I admitted.

We started again and soon came to the house and saw the man. He was mid-aged and he

had short blonde hair, pale skin and blue eyes. Behind him, came a woman, and two little girls.

Hello, my name is Mike Allias, welcome to the Spring Water Estate. The man introduced

himself. This here is my wife Rosy and these two little girls are my daughters Anna and Sarah. Heintroduced the rest of the family.

Nice to meet you, Dad and I smiled.

I heard that you came here for some help, what is the situation? Mike asked. We told him

the whole story while eating a delicious blueberry crumb pie that Rosy prepared. After that, Mike

entered his house for the moment and came out dressed for a long ride, carrying a gun in his

hands.

We set off, again, on our journey to find a few more people who may help us in our missionto revenge our uncle. Even now, it was easier, because we had one more skilful person on our side

and we all became more certain in our success.


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Trouble on the Road of Dirt

That night, the sky was very clear. The moonlight was beautiful and bright. We enjoyed the

nice scene because the moon was right above a mountain top.

It was a very nice view and we decided to stop and eat some sandwiches that Rosy

prepared for us. It was the testiest meal I ever had. There I was, under the bright moonlight,

sitting by the fire with three strong, brave, adult men on the dangerous, but righteous mission and

I felt that I was equal to them, that I am no longer only a small boy.

However, it was getting late and the temperature dropped suddenly. We decided to make a

longer break and sleep on this spot. Just as we put up our tent and started relaxing and talking, we

heard gunshots and saw a man running across this road. By the way he moved, it was obvious that

he was an old man. Chasing him were two figures carrying a glittering object, probably a knife.

Stop and get over here! They shouted.

The man who was trying to escape tripped over a rock and fell down. We realized that this

man was few seconds from death. We quickly took out our guns and started running toward them.

We approached close enough and shot. The first bullet missed, but the second one hit one of the

two. The other one dodged the bullet, but now instead of running toward the old man, he started

running toward us. We couldnt do anything, he was too close and too quick. He charged at us and

thrust my dad down. But, Mike rushed toward him and knocked him down. The man fell on the

spot, dropping his knife.

And only then, we saw that he was an Indian. These days, many people in my area hate

Indians, but we didnt mind them. On the other hand, Mike spit on him. I looked at him awkwardly

and didnt say anything,

Now, we tried to see if the old man was still there and alive. We saw him sitting on the ground,

struggling to get up. We ran toward him.

Are you OK, mister? I asked helping the old man to get up. He tapped me on the

shoulder.Except that I have a scratch on my leg from the fall, I seem to be fine. He answered with a

smile.

What did these people want from you? Josh asked, looking at the other bandit lying right

next to him. He was a cowboy, not an Indian.

My profession is to travel around in this chariot and sell old, second-hand stuff to people.

Well, they came in my way, and I asked them if they wanted to buy something. They took a look

around and asked for a chair. I agreed, but of course, for a certain amount of coins. Even though itwas a fairly small price, they rejected, and said the only way is for free. I rejected and drove on.

Now they found me, and as you could see, they werent too happy when I refused again to give

them that chair. The old man explained.

Well, the most important thing is that you are okay. I admitted, and smiled at him.


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I must be going now, I am sorry, but my wife is probably worrying where on Earth I am.

He said walking away.

Seems to be a good man, compared to these two bandits I said looking down at the

motionless bodies.

We returned to our fireplace and lay down again. I hope there will be no more disturbances

tonight. When my dad sat, I saw a bruise on his hip.

Dad, you have a bruise. Are you alright? I asked.

What do you mean? He asked. He probably didnt notice.

You have a bruise on your hip, look. My dad pulled up his shirt and he saw the bruise.

Oh, its nothing, I think I will be fine. He said.

We laid down and tried to fall asleep. I was halfasleep when I felt Tinkerbelles head on my

stomach. I woke up to see is everything is alright. Everything was fine, Tornado was fast asleep

together with the horses belonging to Josh and Mike. I realized that she was hungry. I had one

apple left. I slit it in half and I gave one half to Tinkerbelle and left the other half for tomorrow. I

didnt plan who was going to eat it. Now, when she was all right, she laid beside me, warming me

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The Unexpected PartnersThe next morning was sunny, but chilly. The wind blew. We all had a good night, and my

dad was feeling better now from the wound. We need to quickly pack our things and continue ourtrip.

We were about to mount our horses, when somebody, who was least expected to show up,

showed up. Laura, and her father Carlito. If you wander what kind of the name is Carlito, let me

tell you that he was Mexican. Their arrival was surprising for both, me and my father. Josh and

Mike had no idea who they were.

Josh, Mike these are our friends and my dads neighbors from work, Laura and Carlito. I

explained. It would be embarrassing to tell further about my feelings toward Laura. Yes, I mean

feelings of love.

What are you two doinghere? My dad asked confused.

Well, your ladies told us where you were, and it turned out that one of my friends were a

victim in the same shootout in which your uncle died. So we wanted to help and started this way.

Carlito explained.

We would be more than happy to help you, guys, and at the same time, to give to the

killers what they deserve . Laura smiled. She was looking so beautiful, she wore a red woolen skirt

and her blonde hair was falling down her neck like a waterfall. If there were not so many people

around, I would kiss her. Never mind, there will be another opportunity for this, we have someother important business to do at this moment! I tried to calm myself down.

There is no need to explain how delighted I was to have more people in our company,

especially as dear as the girl Im madly in love with.

Trying to get Laura out of my mind, I started wondering where are we going to go next and

what is the next person we are going to meet like. This is going to be an exciting journey!


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The Second Helper

After long hours of riding through wilderness, we were finally approaching a little, lonelyhouse . Looking at it , so distant from any civilization, it became clear to me what the sentence in

the middle of nowhere really means. It was an old wooden house with a barn in front. The door

opened and a red haired women walked out.

Hey Josh whats up, pal? She asked hugging Josh. At the first sight, it seemed that this

was one crazy women. I wonder what is her husband, who is supposed to join us, going to look

like.

She is not going to help us, is she? Laura whispered to me, obviously as bewildered as I

was.I hope not. I answered.This is Irma, she is my friend from childhood, we were good friends, back then. She is

going to help us on our journey, she is the best knife thrower you guys have ever seen. Josh

looked happy.Me and Laura exchanged worried looks in disbelief. This is going to be a very funny situation. Irma

doesnt look like anyone who could use a weapon, but she is a knife thrower, lets see what happens. Josh

may be right, because if she knows how to survive in this wild area all by herself, she must be good with

weapons.

As we entered the house, we saw that it was full of animal bones, horns and skin. I recognized the

bones as deer bones. In this wild area of thick forest and high trees, there must be a lot of game.

We are not going to stay here long because, I understand that you are in a hurry. Lets go

and hunt those bustards! Irma didnt look like somebody who is too sorry about what happened,

or she was not used to show her feelings openly. Anyhow, it seemed to me that she just wanted to

finish the job as quickly as possible. Maybe she doesnt like going out of her place. If I lived he re, I

wouldnt get out of this area. It is so beautiful. Full of trees, meadows and little creeks.We walked outside and mounted our horses. I realized that Tornado was getting weak.Look, Tornado looks weak. I think he might be hungry. I dont have any food left and it

seems that he doesnt like this green grass.

I have some corn in my barn. Let me hop off and grab some for him. He will need energy.

Irma remembered.Luckily, we didnt resume our journey yet, we were still in front of her house. In a second,

she was back with a bucket of corn. Tornado ate it while the bucket was still in Irmas hands. You

could see that he was starving.

Now we could set off on our journey. Everybody was satisfied. We didnt ride for more that

five minutes when we saw a fox crossing the path. This is the first time in my 18 years that I saw

alive fox from such a short distance. They arent so beautiful as some people say. This was a

pregnant one. You could see that she was carrying babies in her stomach.


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The next 45 minutes, nothing much happened. We rode slowly and there was nobody around us.

We saw only a couple of lonely riders, far, far away.

When we ride slowly and all together in a group, we get to know each other better.

When I was little, I used to go to school with your uncle Steve. Only he was one year older

than me. We were pretty good friends. When we finished school, we got separated. He got

married to Martha and made a pretty nice place for them to live in. I wasnt so successful anddidnt get married. I dont have anybody or anything that I can call mine in this world. I am just a

lonely rider. And, to be honest, I dont mind it, too much. I dont like huge houses. Living there is

not an adventure; living this way is an adventure. Josh gave us his little biography and let us know

something none of us knew.

We had no idea that Josh knew Steve from his childhood. He never mentioned him. He

used to tell us stories, but he never told us about his school. Sometimes, he would mention his

childhood, but none of his friends. His favorite topic was to talk about how girls, including Martha,

were attracted to him. He had many girlfriends.Anyway, during this ride, Laura and I were riding next to each other. I once almost fell of

Tornado because I got distracted by Lauras beauty. She helped me out. Her dad, Carlito noticed

that I was gazing at Laura very often, but he was a nice guy and didnt say anything.

Where are we going Josh? Mike asked. This was one of the first times I heard Mike speak.

I saw that he was chatting to Josh from time to time, but he did it quietly. He looked a bit

suspicious to me. I think I saw him once before in jail in our town. I am not totally sure was it him

or somebody who looked like him.


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Not so Lucky MenAt a one steep cliff, which was next to a canyon, we had trouble. Some of our horses didnt

want to climb up because it was too steep for them to climb. So, we had to mount off and pullthem up. It was a very exhausting and long half an hour.

But, that was not the end of our trouble. When we came to the top of the climb, the road

was blocked by a couple of men. They didnt look so happy to see us. They all had black

moustaches and wore black waistcoats, jeans and white shirts. In their hands, they held guns.

What now?

The sun started to set slowly down the canyon, and in front of the huge, orange sun, stood

these men. It was like a painting.

Sorry, you cannot pass unless you give us 20 gold coins. One of them, the tallest one,threatened us. They were, obviously, road bandits.

We dont have any coins. My dad tried to explain, looking angry. This was often

happening in this country. And, even if we did, we wouldnt give them to you. He continued.

The men just stood for a minute in silence Then, the predictable thing happened. They

started a fight. The main guy attacked my dad and pointed a gun at him, but Dad was faster, in a

blink of an eye, he took out his pistol and shot the bandit. Another one charged on me, but before

he came close enough for me to hit him, Irma took the control of the situation. I just felt that

someone fell on the back of my horse. I looked and saw a dead person, a member of the evilgroup, leaning on it. Thrust into his back was one of Irmas knives. I looked at her and thanked her.

I saw the last, remaining bandit brawling with Laura. I grabbed the man and gave him a smack in

the face. He lost his balance and fell down the cliff. Laura thanked me with a smile Ill never

forget.

Now everything was settled, nobody was hurt, except the bandits who werent only hurt,

they were all dead. I cant say that I was glad for that, but it was in self-defense and everything

happened so fast, there was no time to think about the consequences. I guess, this is why our

country is called Wild West.

That was exciting!. Laura said. She has never been in a shootout before. She is quite

good, for a girl, in hand combat, but she has never tried pulling a trigger. Her dad is a professional

hunter, though.

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village and rented a room. When we settled in the apartment, we decided to go out to the saloon

and eat. It was fun because there was live music and we danced, ate, drank. My dad, Mike and

Carlito all got drunk. They made a little mess, but I am not going to tell You in detail what

happened. Only, if the wives were here, I wouldnt want to be in the position of these two men. I

had a good time. Most of the time, I danced with Irma and Laura. It was very interesting. Josh,well of course, played poker. Luckily, there was no accident this time, no people were hurt.

We decided to go to bed at about half past ten. On our way out of the saloon, I heard the

barman talking with one of the guests about the shooting which had happened earlier that day and

in which some unknown brave guys got rid of the most notorious gang in this area.

You mean The Black Moustache Gang? Someone finally killed them?-the guest asked.

Who did kill these bastards? I heard that even this morning, they tortured one poor

grandpa to death because he didnt have 15 coins that they asked for. , the guest continued

No one knows who this group was, but I know that Im glad that they came, and Im sure

thankful to them!, the barmen said.

Then, You can treat me and my friends with one round of free drinks. We are the ones! I

was so proud to admit that we fixed the Black Moustache Gang. This shooting event, about which I

had not been too happy earlier, turned out to be good and fair not only for us, but for the whole

country.

On the way home, we met the sheriff who thanked us and awarded us with 20 coins for

cleaning the bandits out. As we entered the rooms, all of us fell immediately to sleep. It was a long

day with a lot of adventure. Tomorrow we are going to take it a bit easier. There was a rumor in

the saloon tonight that the gang we are looking for was spotted in this area. Thus, we may stand a

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The next morning, we again went to the saloon. This time there was no dancing, no people

getting drunk and no poker. It was peaceful. There was no wild action, just a couple of calm people

sitting together and talking and eating breakfast. We sat down next to a man with a brown hat and

a black shirt. He was drinking whiskey, and he looked rather unhappy. Still we didnt say a word to

him, we thought that his despair was personal.

When we finished our breakfast, the man beside us was still there. We left and decided to

continue our journey. When we wanted to mount our horses, the same sheriff was standing in

front of us.

I think you should stop by my place, there is someone I think you would want to meet. It

will help you, I believe. The sheriff suggested.

We mounted off and walked into his office. Inside, there was a woman sitting on a chairwhich was next to a desk. She was rather serious looking lady with blond hair and she was in her

40s according to her looks.

These are the gentlemen, my lady. The Sheriff told to the woman. The women seemed

pretty scared by the sheriffs voice.

Hello, I am Sarah and I have some news which might be of interest to you and can help

you. She stood up from the chair, looking rather confused, but she had a smile on her face now.

Yes lady, what do you have for us? We are interested. Carlito started.

Well, this man, our sheriff, told me that you are in search for the group of bandits that I

happen to know. I was very close to the boss, James Clerk. I have a picture of him, if you want to

see it? The women replied.

Yes, that would be a great help. Mike said.

Sarah took out the picture. It was a picture of her and James together. In front of them,

there was a little blond girl.

Wow, he is a handsome man! Irma looked at the picture, smiling. Who is the little girl,

though? She asked.

Ahh, Sarah started to cry. That is Madison, my sweet baby. She is my daughter, but

now, the desperate lady was sobbing James has her now, and she is there with him, not having

such a good time, I believe. She said in tears.


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We all gathered around Sarah to take a closer look at the photo.

James is always dressed in an army uniform, he used to be in the army earlier. Sarah

explained.

Poor girl, we are going to save her and bring her here. I stated.

Thanks.Sarahs eyes were full of hope and gratitude.

Do you know the exact location of your ex- husband and his gang? My father asked.

I dont know exactly, but they were seen somewhere around here, a couple of days ago.Sarah said.

Thank you lady that was great help. We need to resume our journey, and look for your ex-

husband and his gang, and we must give you back your child, as soon as possible. Carlito spoke to

the woman with a comforting smile.

You do that, please. I have only one wish. Bring him over to this jail when you arrest him,

so that I can personally deliver him a slap or two. Sarah laughed.


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Shots in Blacksmiths ShopWe started exploring the area, in search of James and his gang. There was a village in front

of us and we decided to stop for a rest. We entered one of the two saloons in this village. It was

next to a blacksmiths shop and a barn for horses. We left our horses there.It was getting cloudy outside, so we sat inside, just in case the rain started. And it started

indeed, 10 minutes after we sat, it was pouring cats and dogs. We had a drink or two. The guys

sitting next to us were two old, drunk farmers, but they left before us.

When we exited the saloon, the rainstorm was calming down. We went to the barn to pick

up our horses. On our way back, we heard some gunshots. We realized that they were coming

from the blacksmith shop. We went to see what it was. There were couple of men who got there

before us and, who already intervened with the situation. They were dragging out one of the

drunken men who were sitting in the saloon next to us..You could see that the man was very drunk. He was resisting the men who were holding

him, shouting at them and trying to kick them with his unstable legs . It must have been that one of

them got tired of him, so he punched the drunken man in the face and the drunken men passed

out. He was put straight to jail. We followed into the sheriffs office, but not because of what just

happened but because of our main cause of this journey, to find the murderers. We asked if there

was any sign of James and his gang, but the answer was no. We walked straight out, rather

disappointed that in this town, there is no sign of our worst opponents at this point.

Some members of our crew were not sure if the Sheriff was saying the truth, because he

looked a bit suspicious. Maybe we should sniff around by ourselves and talk to someone else.

We stopped by at the doctors office. The doctor seemed to be the oldest man in this town. He was

in his late 70s.

Excuse me sir, we need some information from you, if that is okay. Is it? Mike asked.

Sit down, people. Tell me again,what is your sickness? The doctor asked. He obviously

has bad hearing.

No sir, it is not about a sickness, but about a man. We think he might have stopped by in

this place.

Ahh, you are looking for a hen. I dont have one, sorry. The doctor started to look sad.

No, a man,Sir! We all managed to say it, despite our laughing.

Ohh, a man. Why didnt you say so? Who is he? The doctor asked.


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His name is James Clerk, he is a criminal, he formed a gang. Do you know him? Did he

stop by? I asked.

I am not sure. The doctor responded.

We have a picture of him, if that would do any good. My dad took out the photo thatSarah gave us, and handed it to the doctor.

I do not know any of these three, sorry, but you can ask my friend that works in the bar.

He might know something I dont. he said.

Of course, the bar, how couldnt we remember that?! I thought to myself.

We went out. The weather seemed like it is going to rain again. We returned to the bar. But

now we were not here to drink, but ask some questions. There was a huge queue in the bar. The

situation seemed like a fight is inevitable. That will not discourage us, although it looks like we

might need to punch a couple of people. Finally, we approached the bar.

The barman leaned towards us .What would you like to drink? He asked.

We are not here for a drink, we are here to ask you some questions concerning our quest.

We hope you dont mind. The doctor sent us here. He told us that you posses some information

which can be useful to us. Josh said. `

Is that so?, The old doc sent you. Well then, how can I help you? the barmen asked. At

this point, a brawl started. There was even one gunshot heard, but it was a miss.

We are looking for a man called James Clerk and he is a very dangerous man. He formed a

gang and killed many people. By any chance, do you know him? Laura asked.

I am not good in remembering the names. A photograph or something like that would

help. The barmen was thinking.

Well, then, we are lucky that we have a photo , how convenient!. My dad said pulling out

the photo. We handed it to the barmen.

This man looks familiar. Oh yes. He was here two or three days ago, right in here.! He was

with this little girl and a couple of other men. They were heavily armed. Except the little girl, of

course. She had some bruises on her face and she looked unhappy and scared. The barmen

recalled looking at the picture, he handed it back to us.

Thats them. Did you hear what they were speaking about, did they mention where they

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No, they only mentioned about their past adventure. They mentioned that they had fun

killing a few people in one poker room. They were disappointed when they heard that one of them

survived. The waiter remembered.

I cast a little look at Josh, because he was the survivor. Josh looked surprised, but he said

nothing.

I heard something about that. Another barman intervened. They mentioned that they

were planning on going somewhere where it is pretty cold. I guess they meant the mountains

which are close by. The barmen said.

Thank you for the help, both of you. This was very useful. I thanked them.


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A House up on the MountainWe headed toward the mountains which could now be seen. They were pretty high, but not

that steep. The road was sheltered with trees. It was long and slow path. To make the time passfaster, we were discussing about our private life. We found out many new things about each

other. We played a game in which everybody had to say something that they never told to

anybody before, except their family. I told that when I was very small, I was afraid of horses. My

dad admitted that he could never kill an animal, even though he is a blacksmith. Josh said that he

was once in jail for hurting a man while drunk. Irma admitted that she once stabbed one of her

knives into her knee by accident. Mike said that he would not be able to survive two weeks

without his girls. Laura admitted that she was not in love since her 16th year. At this point, Carlito

exchanged a grin with me. Carlito admitted that, when he was a little boy, his hobby was to climb

on roofs and jump off them.

That was fun. We reached the foot of the mountain, but in order to start climbing, we had

to cross a river. This was a bit of trouble because some of our horses didnt want to cross, so we

needed to somehow convince them. After long 15 minutes of trying hard, the horses finally agreed

to cross the river. We turned toward the mountain. It was beautiful, full of trees and unspoiled

nature. There must be a lot of animals living in it.

We started our great climb, actually it was not as difficult as it seemed at the beginning, it

was not so steep, and it was easy to climb. We took our time, looking at the forest from time to

time. We saw a couple of roes, rabbits and foxes. They seemed happy and relaxed. This is probably

because nobody disturbed them.

A few minutes later, we came upon a fallen tree. We had to go to a little steeper meadow

to bypass the fallen tree. This was no problem for us. We were in a very good mood and nothing

seemed to be too difficult. Hope and eagerness that we are coming close to our aim made easy for

us to overcome any obstacle on our way.

However, after some time, we realized that we are hungry, but we have no more food left.

Someone came up with an idea, which I didnt like at all, even though it was our only option.

Except starving. We saw one roe running in the forest. Irma quickly took one of her throwing

knives out and aimed for the roe. She threw it and it hit the roe. We ran to it to make sure she was

dead. She was Let me just tell you that I did not enjoy that meal at all. We gave some hay to our

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When we resumed our journey up the mountain, we discussed that it would be best to look

for something which might be a gang hideout. At first, we didnt have much luck, until we saw one

cave. We suspected that they might be hiding in there, but we were wrong. We walked inside and

saw nothing but the cold, dark walls. It smelled like a bear inside. It must be that a bear was here

maybe just minutes ago. We walked out with rather disappointed faces.

We continued on. Now, we were about halfway up the mountain, and still no sign of James

and his gang. We surely spent more than three hours on this mountain already and did not make

any progress yet.

Our horses were now getting pretty tired and we still had to walk up the mountain for a

while. We found a pond and gave our horses a chance to drink and refuel their energy. They drank

quite a lot of water. I can understand why. Imagine you carrying something that weighs at least 55

kg all the way up the mountain, for more than three hours. It was not a pleasant task at all.

As we climbed up, now on foot in order to spare the horses, it was getting darker and

darker. The color of the sky and this late afternoon light were very unpleasant for our eyes. The

contrast of the dark blue and orange sky made our eyes hurt. The sunset was marvelous, but the

light was almost unbearable for our eyes.

Laura was getting tired, so we had to put her back on one of the horses. It was a white

horse named Snow. It moved slowly as if Laura was too heavy for such a strong horse. This travel is

getting a bit tiresome not only for horses but for all of us, but we knew that we cannot give up. We

need to accomplish this climb today. It was our mission. It had to be accomplished.

After 40 more minutes of climbing, we thought that we saw a roof, few hundred meters in

front of us. We were not sure because the thick trees were all around . It was getting colder and

colder outside. The temperature couldnt have been more than 10 degrees Celsius. We had to put

on our jackets or coat. In spite of the cold, we sped up a little bit because we wanted to see is

there a house behind these trees.

Now, when darkness started to form, it made the forest look spooky, because of its dark

green color and all the funny shaped branches. It was a dense forest. There was not much space

for walking.

When we finally managed to come through, we found something unbelievable.

A highl, wooden house stood in front of us. Couple of horses were hooked onto a wooden

fence next to it. This might be the place we are looking for! We sneaked to take a peek into the

house, one window had no curtains. From the outside, the house looked really nice and clean. This

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When we took a look inside, there was much to see. Inside, there was several people

playing cards at one table. That table was closest to the window. We need to be very careful so

they dont see us. Next thing we saw was a lot of guns piled up next to the entrance. We

recognized that one gun matched the type of guns which use the same bullets as the one that our

uncle was killed with. Then, out of another room, came a little girl and a grown up man. Werecognized both of them from the photo. It was James and his daughter Madison. Madison looked

scared. James was shouting at her.

You are one disorganized and dumb kid. You dont deserve anything nice in your life.

James yelled. After this, came a slap. It was horrible. Such a sweet child doesnt deserve something

like this.

I dont want to live with you. I dont need anything nice if it comes from you. You are a

horrible father. I want to go back to my ... Madison tried to reply. It was no use. James returned

with a hit so hard, that poor Madison fell on the ground. I could not watch this cruel sceneanymore.

We have to do something about this, right now. This cant go on. I whispered.

Here is what we are going to do it. Josh explained, Me and Irma are going in first. You

Irma, disable one man out using your knife. I will use the pistol and try to aim for James. In the

meantime, Carlito and Laura get hold of Madison and run away with her . John, you, together with

your father and Mike, try to keep control of the others. There are 6 of them. Agree with the plan?,

he asked.

Yes We all agreed.

Here is our time to goin, one of them is coming out for a cigarette, Irma, use your knife.

Josh suggested.

One of them came out and closed the door. Good, the others wont see us. Irma threw her

knife and , of course, it was right in the back. The man just fell over with the cigarette still in his

mouth.

Lets get over with this. Irma, lets go! Josh` commanded. They swung the door wide open

and everybody inside stood still for a second.

Remember me, James? Josh asked.

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Yep, me Josh said releasing one bullet from the gun. It hits James straight in the chest and

he falls over, dead.

Come on Laura, Carlito, its your turn. Ill guard the rest of the bandits I told them.

The two of them headed for Madison which was confused at what was happening, she wasnot used to this. However, she didnt cry. She didnt feel sorry for her dad. Carlito took her in his

arms and started running toward the woods. However, on the way out of the house, one bad man

wounded Carlito and he was not able to move and carry the girl.

Oh no, Carlito is wounded, let me go and help Laura. Laura? I shouted toward Laura,

Can you manage?

I cannot lift her up, I need help. Laura struggled, lifting Madison up.

Im coming. I said already running toward them.Come, Madison, this is your way out of

this madness I said, lifting her up.

Take me out of here Madison cried.

Laura, lets go I yelled at Laura who was standing in front of her wounded dad. There is

no time to waist!. Help him and get out of there!

OK, Im coming. You go, I will catch up Laura answered.

I ran toward our horses, together with Madison. When we reached them, I noticed that

Laura was not yet coming with her wounded dad. She has a gun, she will survive.

Thank you, you are very nice. I forgot when somebody treated me as nice as this. If my

dad was there, instead of you, he would just leave me there. He wouldnt care if I died. Madison

explained smiling at me and crying a bit. She was very cute.

Why wouldnt I help You, if I can. You are innocent and we dont hold anything against

You. We wont hurt you. However, Your father killed our uncle while he was playing cards with his

friends. One of these friends survived, Josh, the one who shot your father. We didnt come here to

do harm to the innocent, but our uncles murderers should pay for all their crimes. We wanted to

revenge all those who were killed by Your father and his gang.

I remember that. I tried to stop them, but they wouldnt. After the shooting, I got beaten up,

because I intervened. I am sorry for your uncle. She said.


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I am so depressed and worried. Can I hug you? It will keep me from crying. Her small

hands were around my shoulders. I could feel her trembling, shaky body.

Sure, I like you, you are a good, little girl. I admitted.

Thanks, I like you too. Madison replied

Ahh here they come. I saw the rest of the group coming. Laura was last in the line,

supporting wounded Carlito.

How did it go? I was eager to hear what happened to the end.

There was silence. They all looked to the ground.

Whats the matter? I asked. Wait, there issomeone missing. Where is Josh?

He didnt make it Laura said almost crying.

Ohh my god. What happened? Madison asked.

The one with the beard shot him. Laura explained.

It was Sam. I hate that guy. Madison admitted.

In the meantime, we became good friends, me and Madison. I said looking and smiling at

Madison.

Glad, lets go. Mike said. We climbed on our horses, but realized that we left our new friend out.

Where do I go? She asked.

Know how to ride? I asked

No. She answered

Would you like to ride with me? I asked.

If this will not make problems. She agreed.

No, come on. I helped her up.


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Travel Back

On our way back, we did not talk much. Everyone was glad that the justice was done and

that the villains had paid for all the pain they caused to other people. However, one can never feel

well if he had to do harm to other human beings. Killing is bad, even the righteous one.

Madison and I rode together for the whole trip. We had few stops . Madison wanted to be

close to me all the time. We were best friends, now.

Of course, I didnt forget Laura. Madison figured out about my feelings toward Laura, but

she was not saying anything. She only sometimes giggled, but if they asked her what was funny,

she would never give our secret away. She was a good and tender girl. Of course, like everybody in

her ages, she was a bit hyper, but not too much. I cannot imagine how she put up with that

horrible father.

The only bad thing which happened during the trip back, was that my dad got sick and he

coughed every 5 minutes. We had to stop for a day off in order to let my dad check with the

doctor. We went to the same doctor as the last time, when we were looking for the Madisons

father and his gang. Luckily, the doc sad that my dad was fine, just a mild cold.

On our way from the doctor, we stopped for a drink. The barmen recognized us.

Well, I see you settled your little problems? One of them said.

Yep, and we have a replacement in our team. My dad pointed out, in a sad voice,

remembering Josh.

I remember this cutie pie. How are you? The other waiter said looking at Madison.

Better than ever. She replied.

We were in a hurry and left very soon. We all missed our ladies, if we had them. Or our

mums and sisters.

Next on our list was dropping Irma off at her nice house in the forest.

Well, it was an experience, I have to admit. Glad almost everything turned out well. Irma

gave her last speech. Good bye, love you guys. She waved.

Bye, Bye We all waved back and ser off for out next stop, which was Aunt Marthas house.

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Welcome my dearest ones, who is this young lady? Martha noticed right away.

This is Madison, the daughter of the killer, who joined us, because she, herself hated her

father. Now we are taking her to her mother.

And Josh? Martha asked, looking like she knew what answer she was to hear soon.

Didnt make it I answered.

Ohh my, Im sorry Martha hugged us.

Well, it is good that you set our area freeof the killers. Martha looked on the bright side.

We must be going now. My dad said. Feel free to stop by anytime.

You too, it was nice meeting you Madison They shook hands

Nice meeting you. Madison replied.

We climbed our horsed and set off again on the road. After 3 or 4 hours, one amazing thing

came to our sight.

What is that? I have never seen such a beautiful place. Madison asked, amazed, her eyes

wide open .

Ahh, ha, ha, ha, thats, believe it or not, my house. Mike answered.

Wait to see it from close by. I told Madison.

Now we were entering the forest which surrounds Mikes house. After about 10 minutes,

we reached the house. Look at this. Amazing. Madisons mouth was wide open.

I know. I added.

There come my little princesses and my big queen. Mike looked happy. He meant his

wife and two daughters.

Madison, let me introduce you to Sarah and Anna. This is my wife Rosy. He introduced

his family. This is Madison; she helped us during the trip. Mike lied a little, these were `little kids,they wouldnt understand if he told them that Madison was the killers daughter.

Well, Mike thanks for everything. You were great help. My dad thanked him.

Thank you, guys. Feel free to come over any time. That counts for you as well, Madison.

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Madison just smiled and whispered to me I wish I had such a nice home and family!

We are close, Madison, you will be seeing your mother soon. I explained to her

I know. I will miss you though. She replied. We will be seeing each other. I told her.

The next morning, I was the first to wake up. Poor Madison put her head onto my

shoulders. I felt as she was my little sister that needs to be looked after. I tried not to laugh. I laid

calm, so I dont wake her up. Luckily she was the next one to wake up.

Good morning. We smiled to each other. We stood up and went a bit further so we can

talk.

Guys, I know I will have to leave you today, but I dont want to. You are the best people I

know. Madison said so, almost in tears.

Dont cry. You are going to see your mom again. Dont you miss her? I asked her

I do, of course, but I got attached to you all. Madison said still in tears.

We are still going to be friends when we separate. Agreed? I have a brother your age,

maybe a bit younger than you, Tom. I miss him. And I miss my sister Emma, who is 12. We will all

be friends with you. I tried to make her happier.

Please do so; I dont have so many friends. Everybody knows who my father is, so they

dont want to get too close to me. She persuades. Gradually, everybody woke up and we set off

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Something That Nobody Expected

As we came close to the sheriffs office, we decide that only my dad enters the office. Hewent in, alone. After five minutes, he came out with a rather confused and sad face.

What happened? We both asked.

John, can I talk to you alone for a second? My dad asked.

Sure, what is it? I asked him.

We went around the corner. He seemed like he didnt want Madison to hear this.

This might stress you out a bit, but there is someone else who is going to be even more

upset. Sarah, Madisons mom was found dead yesterday evening. He told me.

What? Ohh my god. I almost shouted. How, what happened?

Nothing is known, yet, the investigation is under way. How are we going to tell her? My

dad asked pointing to Madison.

I dont know. I think the truth is the easiest. How she handled her fathers death, Id say

that she is going to do the same now. Poor girlLeft alone, with no one around.

Even if thats solved easily, what are we going to do with her? The sheriff suggestedadopting her. What do you think? He asked me.

Im fine with another sister, but we should check with or family I responded.

Here is how we are going to do it. She trusts you the most, so you two go for a walk while

I go and check with the others. While walking, try to tell her slowly what happened, and do

mention the idea, but tell her that it is not still completely sure. My dad explained to me.

Madison, want to go for a walk? I asked her.

OK, but where is my mom? She asked.

She is busy right now. I answered.

We walked for a while through the city. At one point she asked:

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Madison, she is not busy. I answered

Then, where is she? She asked, starting to be impatient.

After a brief silence, I told her. Yesterday night, she was found dead at your house. Dont

panic, please. I know, its hard to be left alone in this world, but believe me, You are not alone. Weare here with You and, what is most likely going to happen is that we shall always be with You,

because you are going to become my sister.

You mean your parents are adopting me? She asked.

Yes, but it is not still completely sure. I told her.

I want you to be my brother. I hope this works out.

I always wanted another sister. I admitted. I did, I love sisters.

And I always wanted a big brother. She said.

It seemed as if she forgot for some time about the death of her mother. Or, the idea of

becoming member of our family was so appealing that she got carried away from her pain. She is

so cheerful and innocent, that I would really like her to be my sister. I liked her very much. We will

have so much fun together.

There goes my dad. Lets hope for the best. I said, noticing that he was approaching us

with light and cheerful steps, as if he threw away a heavy burden from his shoulders.

How is she doing? He asked me.

She is so happy about the news that she almost didnt feel any sorrow. I explained to

him.

Good. Well, this will make her even more happy. Madison, you are officially part of our

family now. I am your father and this is your new brother.

Hooray, I am so happy. Hello, daddy, hello, brother. I have a brother! A great brother! She

exclaimed.

Come, let us show you Your new home and your mother, your sister, and your other

brother. Dad put his arm around her tiny shoulders. We all walked home happily.

From now on, Ill have two sisters. And I am proud of that!

The End


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About The Author

Stefan Sunjevaric was born in Belgrade, Serbia on March 2, 1999. He lives with his mother, father,

one grandmother and a dog. He has lived his whole life in Serbia.

Stefandoesnt have much experience with writing. He is a part of Newspaper class, and he wrote only

one book so far. It was last year: The Mystery of the Red Horse. It was a pretty big success, but he

prefers this book than the other one. He loves Wild West. So he decided to do a story on the Wild

West.

The book Revenge for Many Reasons was written in March and April 2o12. It was proofread by his

mom and some friends. It was marked by his Language Arts teacher Mrs.Jeftic. Stefan Sunjevaricwants to make his readers share sorrow, rage and happiness with him and his characters, but also to be

full `of curiosity throughout this book. His goal is to have his readers spend as much time possible

holding this book open.

While writing this book, he felt happy that he came up with this idea. He especially enjoyed

writing the second half of the book. Hope you feel the same while reading the book.

Sincerely Yours,

Stefan Sunjevaric


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