This gang hit about every shop in town. Most damage was done to the Ice Cream Parlour.
From left to right, Killer Karen Casey Fitzjerrell, the Tiny Texan; Cutie Cristal Downing (don’t let her baby face fool ya, folks—men fall at her feet); and notorious gunslinger Deadeye Downing. Known to be holed up in the North Dakota Badlands.
Too cute! But in all seriousness, I’ll be on the lookout for this gang whenever I head on over to the Badlands…
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Remember to pack your sidearm!
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I’ll have my trusty derringer handy in the big pocket of my duster.
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Better up your sleeve! Quicker on the draw…
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Now there’s an idea, but my Remington double barreled Derringer fits nicely in my pocket 🙂
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Glad to hear it, pal.
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Goodness! How was I to know those “ladies” were so depraved when I befriended them?!? Kcf
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Excuse me, but you were known as Killer Karen long before you saddled up with us!
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Too…words fail me, but I do love the photo and captions! You go ladies. Doris
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Funny thing is, we started to take a walk this evening after dinner and the town packs up so early the police started following us! As if we were criminals…
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Proof that women ruled the west…yesterday, today and tomorrow! Have fun!
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Amen, sister!
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In 1910 my grandfather, my mother’s father, set out from Iowa to seek land in Wyoming to homestead. He found a place he liked and one available near by for his wife’s mother, Great grandma to me, who decided she’s take up a homestead as well. They all came west on the train. My mother-to-be brought along her dog Towser. When asked what she’d find to feed him in those wilds of Wyoming, she replied, “Buffalo chips.” Anyway, scouting out the territory, Grandfather stopped in at a photo place, like you three gun-toting damsels, and dressed in cowboy regalia, six-gun, angora chaps and Stetson hat, sent the photo home on a postcard. “Well what do you think of the cowboy?” he wrote and then went to on say he got the claim and etc. Sounds like you are having a wonderful time. Wishing you continued Happy Trails, and getting more envious by the day.
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That’s a wonderful story, Eunie–love it! Thanks for sharing.
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And you thought I was kidding about the squad car. . . .
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NoPe! No one ever doubted you
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