Here is my story. Chapter 1

I started writing this a while ago, so it might seem like there are two different styles of writing here, but I will try to make it interesting. This is a FICTION story, so do not think that these characters are real people.

The Capable Sheriff of Cactus Ridge.

Once in our country's great history, in the town of Cactus Ridge, Arizona, there was a man by the name of Frank Smith. Now, Mr. Smith was young, strong, and handsome. He came from a good family; was a hard worker; and was handy with a horse, rope, gun, and knife.

Frank was a tall man, broad, thin, and his white cowboy hat covered black curly hair. He knew every part of the land by heart, and, as we step back in time, Frank is now eating by a crackling campfire. After finishing his meal of freshly shot turkey, jerky, and fresh spring water, he lies down in his tent and goes to sleep.

Continued tomorrow.

Jacob