How the West was not won?

Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters or places.

Rating: Mild warnings if any.

Premise: AU fic…Bosco is captivated by a western experience. Other characters – Sully, Ty, perhaps others.

Just a short intro to feel you out. Continue or no?

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"Bosco, what in the world were you thinking? What kind of vacation is this? A dude ranch." Sully shook his head and continued grumbling to himself.

Ty shook his head as well, laughing quietly. 'Leave it to Bosco.'

"What? What's wrong with a dude ranch, Sul? It'll be an adventure. How many people do you know that can say that they've been on a trail drive, huh? Fun on the open range." Bosco quipped, strutting ahead in his shiny new cowboy boots and his white Stetson.

"Have you ever even been on a horse, Bosco?" Sully questioned.

"What? Of course, Sully. Of course I have." Bosco answered. 'I used to love the carousel at Central Park.'

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Bosco frowned at the sight of the trail driver spitting chewing tobacco on the ground between them. He was an older man with giant shocks of grey hair, a long dirty beard, and one bulging eye that drifted every so slightly to the side. His gray pants and plaid shirt were faded, his brown hat tattered. He wiped the sweat from his brow with a red handkerchief and proceeded to address the group of city slickers standing before him.

"Now listen up, cause I don't like repeatin myself. This crew runs like a real trail drive. We'll be getting up come daylight and ridin' all day long. We'll stop for lunch and bed down after supper. Other than that, we only stop if the horses need a break or to round up strays. We won't be stoppin to take care of you city pups. You each paid good money to take this trip and it's up to me and Red Bear here to see that ya'll all get your money's worth. And that's what we intend to do, whether your feet and rumps like it or not. There'll be no whining, no coddling, and no turning back…so if you're not up to the task at hand…take your refund now and skedaddle."

Bosco swallowed hard, feeling the hard star of the man's bulging eye. He turned his head away and looked at Red Bear, a very large Native American man dressed in western attire. Red Bear stood with his arms crossed, his long black hair glistening in the sun, his face showing no emotion.

"I say we get our money back and leave." Sully spat, breaking Bosco out of the moment.

"Oh, come on, Sul. This should be fun." Ty teased. If nothing else, this should certainly prove to be a comical experience.

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Disclaimer #2: I do not own Central Park and if I've stolen some Native American name in Red Bear, please forgive. Just consider it borrowed.