New story! Ok so this is a cowboy AU and shall have lots of historical things for ya'll and it shall also Arkansas's crazed obsession with her gun collection! Woo so here we go! Oh and humans used.
"Hey! Jessie there's a ranch up head!" Alfred called up to the head of the drive. "Circle the heads for the night! Alfred ride up to that ranch an see if they got water!" The point called swinging his mount back to a good clearing in the fields.
The blonde nodded heading around to have the cattle start circle before riding off toward the ranch. Riding up to the house he slowed down his bay colored horse and slide off the saddle tying it to the post before walking up to the door and knocking.
"Bonjour?" A man opened the door and looked at Alfred. He had blonde hair that reached to his shoulders and a long-sleeved blue shirt with a normal vest and jeans. "Howdy sir I was wonderin' if ya got water for the cattle were drivin to Sedalia." Alfred asked tipping his hat in greeting. "Oh well we have a pond but its very dry." The man replied "right forgot it the dry season." Alfred muttered rubbing his gloved hand over his forehead.
"But if it does help any your getting quite close to Sedalia." The man offered looking at the rouge American. "Good, where are we xactly?" Alfred asked looking back at his mount. "Your in Arkansas." The rancher answered before looking up at the sky." Getting late son, I have to be off starting my turn at the saloon in town." He smiled before heading past Alfred and closing the door to go grab his horse. "Be seein ya mister." Alfred tipped his hat before untying and getting up on his horse and heading back to the camp.
Arriving at camp had left Alfred having his horse trot back in the dark. Looking up he noticed the drag rider easing his horse along while on guard. " Careful round here." Alfred smiled. The boy directed his gaze at the cowboy before tipping his hat further over his already hard to see face and nodding before nudging their horse into a faster walk. "Strange kid." Alfred said to no one really and started heading back. "Alfred were going to drive the cattle further tomorrow and stop a way past that town so everyone can go and break." Jessie, the drive boss, said walking up to him as he dismounted and grabbed his horses reins. "Good I need a break for a while." The cowboy laughed before seeing a guilty look on his bosses face.
"Bout that, I need you to watch the drag rider he's still young aint real sure why he's out here but I don't wan'em going to the saloon." His boss said rather fast before nodding and quickly making his escape while Alfred was trying to register what he was told. "Dang." Alfred sighed before seeing a familiar pale blonde head pop around the other side of his horse. "Hey Artie I got a question for ya" Alfred smiled leading his mount off to a tree and tying the reins to a low hanging branch before turning to his friend. "What would that be? If its about going with you to watch the drag im not going to." Arthurs accent laced his words as his arms crosses over his chest. "Please Artie." Alfred pouted looking at his European friend. "I don't even think the kid likes me." He said pleading to is friend. "Fine." Arthur sighed clutching the bridge of his nose before turning and heading off to his own sleeping spot. "Thanks Arthur you wont regret it!" Alfred laughed as he turned and pulled his own bed roll from his saddle.
Dun du! And heres the first chapter of gunfighters! Alfred and Arthur have to watch the mysterious drag rider of the drive! Cookies to anyone who can guess the name of the drag rider.
Every name of my characters that will partake in this story. Texas: Nick jones
Oklahoma: Taylor jones
Arkansas: Daniel jones
Mississippi: Kyler jones
Delaware: Hennery Jones
Virginia: Roger jones
Berlin: Breeline Beilschmidt
Greenland: Madeline sorenson
Arctic: Dominic Lindstorm