Story Chapter 2

Continued from last post...

After a good nights rest, Frank came out of his tent and went over to take care of his horse, Buck. Now, Buck was a very pretty horse, buckskin, and expertly trained for riding and roping. Buck had such powerful muscles, that he could outrun almost any horse that Frank and Buck came across.
After feeding his horse, Frank rekindled the fire, and started to cook up some breakfast, consisting of biscuits, baked on an open fire, coffee, and jerky.

Continued on Monday,

Jacob

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

Writing

Q. Tell me why you do NOT like to write?

A: It's just annoying for everybody to try to figure out everything about me. I mean, it's not that I don't like writing, but I don't like what I have to write about.

Q. What would you rather write about?

A. I would rather write about our daily life and what we do, or my opinions about books and other things. I could write a story to put on here. Anything that would get me away from repetitive questions that get nowhere.

Time to go,

Jacob