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AUGUST 3, 1899 VOLUME 4 NO 5 WHAT IS A TOMBSTONE WITHOUT ITS EPITAPH

The Tombstone Epitaph

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Navajo Interview……………...2

A Woman’s Plight...……....,…..3

Devil’s Rejects………………….3

Black Diamond Race....….…..4

Pearce Mayoral Candidates..5

Newcomer’s Impression..……7

Local Events.………...…..……..8

Meg-a-Musings……….………...9

Epitaph Staff Madminxmag Vandeperck

Amber23 Constantine

Faith Avalira

Carrington Brentley

Doc Clavenham

Smith Cluny

Thad Deed

Susanna Lorefield

SarahMarie Paule

Timmie Hax

The Pearce Mayoral Candidates Attend a Campaign Debate.

BREAKING NEWS IN PEARCE!

Mayoral Candidate Faith Avalira EXPOSED!

Miss Faith Avalira has been accused by fellow candidate, thad Deed, of steal-

ing his campaign ideas and promises for the Town of Pearce. Sometime last

week Miss Avalira interviewed Mr. Deed under the guise of preparing an arti-

cle for the Epitaph on his campaign for Pearce Mayor. Soon thereafter Miss

Avalira decided to run for Mayor herself, using the exact same campaign

promises and plans. Upon this reporter speaking with Mr. Deed about the

political campaign, he stated, “..I gave all my ideas to her. Now she's using

them. Which is “BS”. I‟d like you to add that.” Only the voters can decide the

outcome of this campaign.

VOLUME 4 NO 5 THE TOMBSTONE PAGE 2

An interview with Shareme Shinn of

the Navajo

By Katey Panthar

The Epitaph is fortunate to have been able to interview

one of the leaders of the peaceful Navajo tribe.

Katey: How long have you been leader here?

Shareme: Well, we have been here since the beginning of

the year, so it would be about then

Katey: Do you have an idea of how many men, woman,

and children you govern here?

Shareme: She laughed and said, ''We have more horses

then people right now.'' She was glad to show me one of

her ponies named Moon. ''We are small in human num-

bers at the moment.''

Shareme: Is there a difference between Navajos and

Apaches?

Katey: Yes there is definitely a difference, many differ-

ent traditions, and we are mostly traders, we do not care

much for fighting

Shareme: I notice the clothes are different than Apaches

as well.

Katey Yes, we use trade- cloth, rugs, and jewelry- so we

do not have to have use much deer hide. We have been

weavers for long, long, time. We have lots of sheep.

Shareme: Those Sheep are covered! I can make a skirt

out of that!

Katey: She smiled proudly and said, ''Yes, our sheep give

much wool'' ''There are others in the valley by the lake,

they were here when we arrived, and we use them for

eating.

Shareme: What such food do you make out of sheep?

Katey: I like to have a stew and a roast so people have

some choice. We value our animals highly. She blushed a

bright red when I said it sounded delicious.

Shareme:What other foods do you make? Many things

from corn, stews, bread, and fry bread, which seems to be

everyone‟s favorite.

Katey: One more question, How do you make your fry

bread, I said with a grin.

Shareme: Well, I grind the corn very fine, sometimes I add

a little salt or herbs. Then enough water to make little

balls of dough, then you flatten those with your hands, it

takes practice to make it even. You put some fat in a fry

pan, When the fat is sizzling you put in the round flat

dough, it puffs up while you cooks, and you turn it, and

your done. Sometimes i ground sugar fine when we trade

for it, and sprinkle it on for a treat. My daughter, she

likes to trade for jam, and she will put it on anything.

Katey: Well, it‟s been a pleasure to meet you.

Firewater (Tonya), Sanarean Melodie, and Nascha

(Shareme Shinn) of the Navajos

Photo by: SarahMarie Paule


A Woman’s Plight

As Written by Carrington Brentley

As I delved into the subject of female hysteria some star-

tling information was revealed. The term originates with

the Greek medical term, hysterikos. This refers to a

medical condition, particular to women, caused by dis-

turbances of the uterus, hystera in Greek. The term hys-

teria was coined by Hippocrates, stating that suffocation

and madness arise in women whose uteri have become

too light and dry and, as a result, wandered upward,

compressing the heart, lungs, and diaphragm. Typical

treatment for this infirmity is prescribed by a physician.

I urge you fellow sisters to seek treatment from a quali-

fied medical provider, take one little tid-bit of advice and

I will end on the subject. You will prefer a male physi-

cian for a satisfactory cure.

Please don‟t misconstrue the above illness with the va-

pors, as I myself have been known to suffer from the va-

pors and it is not the same as hysteria. Women being

fundamentally the weaker sex are more susceptible to a

range of medical complaints. As much as I abhor men-

tioning myself in these articles I feel the need to share

my findings about corsetry. Which can be used to cure

the vapors which I recently suffered from: Women‟s

minds and bodies are weaker. So the corset is deemed

morally and medically necessary. Tight lacing is consid-

ered virtuous - a loose corset is a sign of a loose woman.

A woman needs to protect herself from lustful men! She

can accomplish this by wearing heavily reinforced layers

of clothing and tight corsets that make getting un-

dressed a long and difficult task.

Working-class women (except when dressed for special

occasions) do not need to go through the discomfort of

wearing tightly laced corsets. Wear your corsets looser

and simpler clothes, with less weight. The higher up in

position a lady is, the more confining her clothes should

be. You ladies of the working class need the freedom to

do household chores.

The Devil‟s Rejects Have Left Tombstone!

The rumors appear to be true. LdyGadivea, Hav, and the

rest of the infamous Devil‟s Rejects gang have left Tomb-

stone for good. While the town has breathed a sigh of re-

lief, the citizens pray that this does not spawn future

gangs from springing up and claiming what was Reject

territory.

On June 10th, Hav Taurog was seen standing on the

Hotel Cosmopolitan after claiming it for the Devil‟s

Rejects. Thankfully stunts like this will no longer be

occurring since the gang has fled the area.



During the first lap, Rising Sun suffered an injury and fell

out of the race. Midas was in the lead, trailed closely by

Asset. The mule then collided into the fence but recovered

quickly and made a surprise sprint into first place.

It was an exciting second lap, with Asset and Midas neck

and neck, until Midas once again gained the lead. As they

rounded the last bend of the this final lap, Asset picked up

speed, passed Midas, crossed the finish line as the victor

of the race, as Major Cymbal shoulted, “The ass wins the

day! and Midas a close second!” After confirmation from

the spotters, Asset was declared the official winner of the

Black Diamond Horse Race, as the crowd cheered in dis-

belief. The major handed Eye the prize and placed the

victor‟s wreath around the Jenny‟s neck.

Amazingly, today‟s race was a first for the one-and-a-half-

year-old Jenny. According to Eye, “I entered her for a

joke . . . thinking it would be funny. I never expect her to

win.” Eye commented that he intends to enter her again

in the next race.

Everyone joined Mayor Cymbal at the Bucket of Blood

Saloon for drinks on the house. “I‟m getting Asset a bottle

too. She loves whiskey,” declared Eye. “Maybe that‟s why

she‟s fast.”

The mayor passed around the drinks and shouted, “We

are all here to toast an ass! Here‟s to the ass!” The room

was filled with cheers as everyone downed their whiskey.

The celebration was nearly spoiled by a couple of drunk

cowboys. A few shots were fired into the air, striking the

chandelier, and an empty whisky bottle was thrown at the

mirror behind the bar. A scuffle ensued, and one of the

cowboys passed out as the other cowboy tossed his drink

into one of the saloon patron‟s face. As guns were being

drawn, the marshal walked in and quieted the crowd. The

cowboys were thrown out of the saloon, and the celebra-

tion continued.

Eye, dressed in sparking white duds, had taken the stage

at the mayor‟s urging to perform a victory dance. Amid

the cheers and applause, Eye exclaimed, “Now I ain‟t half-

assed no more. I am FAST-assed.”

What began as Eye‟s joke, the ass turned out to be his

asset!

HIS ASS WAS HIS ASSET

Written by Faith Avalira

As he rode his ass up to the starting line, both Eye

Abaye and his ass were the butt of a number of jokes

and raised eyebrows. Among the other participants in

the Black Diamond Horse Race held on July 18, were:

Adrian Wise, riding Midas

Foxx Mistwood, riding Rising Sun

Merillion Vyper (name of horse unknown)

Shepham Moorlord, riding Rio

ajc Pookes, riding Lightening

RoseMarie Hoch, riding Horny

Excitement built as people gathered around the riders

and their horses, with Eye and his mule, Asset, drawing

most of the attention from the onlookers.

At precisely 3:15 o‟clock, Black Diamond Mayo

r Cymbal Constantine began the countdown for the race

to begin…3…2…1…GO! As she fired her gun into the

air, the horses were off and running, with the Jenny

leading the herd.

On July 18th, EYE Abaye rode his ass past the finish

line.

Photo by: Faith Avalira


Thad Deed for Mayor of Pearce

As Mayor of Pearce I Promise to.....

Stand up for the people‟s rights. To protect the ideas set by our

Forefathers: safer working conditions for our mining commu-

nity, by whom this town was built and the supporting small

business owners alike.

I will be the man the people can voice their opinion to and be

heard - I have the unique perspective of owning a business

locally. I served our country in the Apache Wars--receiving a

Purple Heart for my efforts-- so I know and understand the

hard labour and hardships we often suffer in these smaller

communities.

Thad Deed Supports Women‟s Rights!!

WITH FAITH, ALL THINGS ARE POSSIBLE

by Faith Avalira

As an active citizen of this community, I am very interested in

helping to make Pearce the finest town in the West.

Here are five ways in which I propose to do just that:

(1) Improve the lives of the miners and their families. To im-

prove the lives of the Commonwealth Miners, as well as their

families, we must first seek to improve their working condi-

tions. I am a proponent for more restrictive regulations in the

mining industry that would provide safer mines, proper equip-

ment in good working order, and fewer hours on the job to al-

low our miners more time with their families and sufficient

time for rest. Our miners are in constant danger of cave-ins

due to hasty building of the mine shafts, among other things.

With the appropriate tools and equipment, along with proper

amount of rest for these men (a sleepy miner makes a sloppy

miner), more time and care would taken to ensure that the

shafts are sturdy and in proper placement within the mines.

In addition, because families are the backbone of our commu-

nity, no one should be required to work such long hours as our

miners, keeping them away from their loved ones and thus

weakening the family unit. Strong families make for stronger

communities.

(2) Increase commerce.

At present, in addition to the sheriff‟s office and the court

house, Pearce is host to a number of commercial enterprises:

Pearce Bank, Last Chance Saloon, Big Cedar Outfitters,

Gents Room Tobacco Store, Man‟s Ruin Parlour, physician‟s

office, and the hotel. Pearce has experienced commercial

growth during this past year, but there is a need for expan-

sion. In order to face this challenge, I would meet with land

developers to discuss the availability of additional land to be

annexed to the town, as well as meeting with bankers to rec-

ommend loans for those who would bring new business to

Pearce. With increased commerce, there will be an increase in

the population of our fine town, and it will grow to be the best

in the West!

(3) Decrease lawlessness.

Given the number of outlaws who ride through our town and

neighboring communities, and those who return to wreak

more havoc among our citizens, there is a need for reform in

our legal system. Working with the judge of Pearce, the law-

men, as well as appropriate official of Cochise County, I would

propose speedier trials, stricter laws to be enforced against

outlaws, and harsher punishment for repeat offenders.

(4) Promote women‟s suffrage.

Women are people and citizens, and as such have the same

inalienable moral rights that men do, and it is time for them

to have the same legal rights as well. Our county, including

Pearce, is accepting of women in many areas and affords wom-

en the opportunity to take part in business, land ownership,

and elections. But that is not the case throughout the Arizona

territory. If Arizona should eventually seek statehood with the

United States, that could jeopardize the right of the women in

our community to vote. At present, while Amendment __ of

the Constitution of the United States does not prohibit women

the right to vote, it is vague and does not specifically grant it

to them. Many women within the States have been arrested at

the polls when attempting to exercise a right to vote. We must

protect this right now, or the future of women throughout our

entire territory may eventually be affected.

(5) Initiate peace with the Apaches.

Raids, kidnappings, and killings at the hands of the Apaches

have distressed our citizens since the founding of our town. I

have made contact with two Apache warriors and would seek

to use create rapport with them in the hope that I could make

contact with the tribal chief and then use any influence I may

have with them to promote peace among their people and the

citizens of not only Pearce but all of the neighboring communi-

ties as well. While we may not quite see the reward from my

efforts during my tenure in office, I am hoping that my con-

nections with lay a firm foundation for future negotiations.

Each of these intentions is challenging, to say the least, but

through personal integrity, honest communication, and cour-

age, I believe that some if not all of these goals can be met.

And, remember, with Faith, all things are possible!

Please vote for Faith Avalira as Mayor of Pearce.

It is the policy of The Epitaph not to endorse political candidates.

These statements do not represent those of the publication.


MAN'S RUIN PARLOR - PEARCE -

GREEDY TOURNEY Fridays 4:00pm SLT

Is your Life in Ruins? Then we'll see you at the Greedy dice

tournament. Man's Ruin Parlor in Pearce where skill defines

a mans worth. Totally in Character - Come meet the folks of

Pearce!

Highrollers- Greedy dice tournament, starting pot 250L with

room for donations, elimination rounds 2 lowest scoring play-

ers will be eliminated at the end of each game, the table

opens to challengers at this time, a new match begins. The

winner will be decided by ethier all players being eliminated

or The first Player to win 2 games without elimination takes

the pot.

In the event of 3 players remaining only 1 player will be

eliminated, Ending in a head to head game for the prize.

This is an in-character event. Tombstone Role play rules ap-

ply.

On June 6th, promotions took place for the soldiers at Fort

Huachuca.


THE NEW TOWN OF PEARCE

By Smith Cluny

The New Town of Pearce is completely finished! You will be

impressed with the new buildings and offerings! This town is

also hiring Law Enforcement! They have a full working Min-

ing business, a bank, and even a hotel. Stay tuned for upcom-

ing elections and opening events for this neighboring town!

We welcome yet another new torn to our Tombstone communi-

ty! In truth, this notorious town, Black Diamond, has re-

turned from the dead and is in construction. There is a town

hall, a new court room, and buildings being updated every

day! City officials have been working hard to improve town

offerings every day, so stop by and tell them thank you!

Local dogs, Charlie and Sable, pant in the Tombstone heat.



FROM EAST TO WEST: A Newcomer's

First Impression of Tombstone

by Andurant Sirbu

The sight of Tombstone in the distance was a welcome sight

after a long and dangerous journey from Willcox. I had

walked for more miles than I can know to reach this tiny

town. What had started as a carriage ride with a helpful

family heading west turned into a treacherous journey for

one like I, unfamiliar and ignorant with the ways of this

strange and harsh new land. Now, safe from the Coyote

creatures that had followed me most of my tiring journey, I

sit here in front of a warm plate of morsels in the saloon

called 'Big Nose Kate‟s' and marveled at my safe arrival!

Such a dangerous place Tombstone seems! No sooner as I

have met the two beautiful Doctors of this town, then

wounded men, spilling their blood into the dust, arrive. They

were participants in a grievous dispute that had escalated

into gunfire. Before even a complete conversation had en-

sued, these two lovely Doctors were scurrying into their shop

and stitching men up and removing the dreadful metal slugs

from their limbs.

I have never known Doctors of this female persuasion before

this time: But the menfolk Doctors I had known in my times

past would do well to learn from these two determined and

dedicated professionals.

The sudden, awful violence had proven to be a dreadful

greeting for a traveler. I had journeyed to the Mississippi

and beyond, and even through the small cities and towns

stretching in a long line from St. Louis to Willcox, Arizona:

Never before had I seen such a place, where disputes are

resolved, more often than not, with violence and without the

benefit of a Magistrate!

It is small wonder the dusty streets of Tombstone seemed so

sparse of humanity, I remember thinking: Perhaps there

had been many disagreements, and this little village had

become thin of surplus population?

Two more of such disagreements occurred during my first

day in this little town: The lovely Doctors most certainly

earned their wages, on this day, and showed great determi-

nation, grace, and just a small portion of calm and soothing

words to their violent customers, as well. I wonder if per-

haps these men opened fire on themselves often, simply for

the pleasure to be stitched by these two wonderful crea-

tures?

Now, to be honest and complete: Tombstone has its Magis-

trate, Mister Sheriff Kristoff Jameson, but it became readily

apparent to this reporter that the situation in Tombstone

must often spiral far too out of control for just this one brave

Gentleman and his Deputy in training to pacify. Perhaps

this is why many of the local populace needs must resort to

vigilant justice and the seemingly frequent use of firearms.

Tombstone, surely is an often dangerous and strange place.

There are many taverns, but no barber. There is a bountiful

harvest of liquid beverages but little occasions to buy dry

goods. There is even one strange building with two walls,

not four: where the harsh, dry wind blows through like a

tunnel and scatters papers off of the desks and tables with-

in!

But, for all the dust and stones, for all the violence and cha-

os of this American West town, there also remains much

strength and beauty, as well! The citizens take great pride

in their individual pursuits, and are fast to stand for their

fellow folk in need.

And sometimes, the simplest ornament is the most beautiful

of all. Such was the wonder when this reporter had occasion

to wander into a shop named 'Tombstone Photography'; a

wonderful place filled to overflowing with beautiful photo-

graphs! Each of these small etchings, made with such pa-

tience and delicate care, showed a scene of life in this tumul-

tuous town; a canvas of individuals who had gone before and

carved their mark on this remarkable town.

The proprietor of this delightful shop, Miss SarahMarie Pau-

le, was gracious enough to discuss her life in Tombstone.

There is much beauty here, she remarked, but it was a beau-

ty of contrast: a tiny delicate flower, for instance, set in the

wilderness before the contrast of boulders, sand, and the

angle of the distant mountains. Her comments inspired me.

There surely is both much beauty and purpose to be found

here. Perhaps, in future missives, this reporter will find

such elements and share them for all who can read his scrib-

ings.

Miss SarahMarie was a delightful example of such a beauty:

a delicate flower surrounded by the violence and shabbiness

around her, yet somehow stabilizing the chaos that some-

times swirls around this place, as well: The delicate beauty

casting its own peace around her and drawing calm and or-

der to a dangerous place, like a Mother fox brings serenity to

her little ones.

If there are more like this flower in Tombstone, then two

things are known, for certain: There will be much to learn

and to experience in this little village, and perhaps the

rough actions, harsh speech, and rowdy ways that this Re-

porter had first seen, upon arriving in Tombstone, may be

simple contrasts for a stronger, steadier purpose and beauty

often missed by a less observant traveler.


Local Events

By Doc Clavenham

Town of Pearce

On the 5th day of June 1899, the town of Pearce held a

dance and it was great! Woo Hoo was it hot there in

Pearce; dancin‟, drinkin‟, meetin‟ all the good folks of

Pearce and everyone from other towns that came. Well

while I was there I had a great time and hope to do it

again soon as so should everyone. Thank you to Pearce.

Territory of Tombstone

In the Territory of Tombstone there are a lot of jobs open

for the citizens to do. For example the law in most of the

towns need help with upholding the safety of their

towns; saloons need bartenders; miners, etc. If you are

interested in any jobs please contact the individuals in

charge and lift a hand to your town and people. Also the

Calvary needs some more soldiers, so if you want to

serve you country please enlist.

June 4th

At 8:00 pm the saloon known as Big Nose Kate‟s was

robbed by a bandit named Trent Rotaru. Law in attend-

ance were Roebuckandco Sears, Steve Breguet, Sarrah

Georgia, and Kristoff Jameson. In closing it appears that

the law was unable to find anything so they let him go,

For Now.

Town of Benson

6/4/1899

The town of Benson had a street party tonight with

food, games, and of course bull riding. Kids and adults

alike were riding the bulls and doing very well if I must

say so. I tried to interview Miss Mayor Zoee Maggs

about the street fair but she seemed tpo busy to talk to

me but she seemed to be having a wonderful time watch-

ing the kids running around and have the time of their

lives. I also tracked down the Deputy Jyclops Jansma

and asked if he was having fun and he stated "yes I am"

and continued with "so is everyone else". As long as I

was there I can say everyone was enjoying themselves

this evening.

On June 4th, the citizens of Benson and surrounding are-

as enjoyed a Street Fair.



Meg-a-Musings

By Meganna Larsson

It was a cooler evening. Cool for this hellish western re-

gion, that is filled with beasts and savages alike! I had

been residing in the hotel in the town of Tombstone, as I

was awaiting plans to arrive back from EastLand for my

house and I had yet to decide where on the great dry

Western-Lands to settle! My dear sister and brother in

law had built and settled anew in the town of Black Dia-

mond Hills {BDH}; which is to the south on the other

side of Benson a lil‟ ways. This being a rather cool even-

ing compared to the stifling and immobilizing others, I

decided to take a carriage ride for my supper out at a

place in BDH called “Hangman's Cafe and Gallery”, good

food, service is fair, atmosphere? Much to be desired-

next to the gallows for goodness sake! But a change from

the tavern food offerings at “Big Nose Kate‟s” was fa-

vored for that evening.

Well, as I entered town I was truly amazed at its COM-

PLETE transformation! It looked {almost} as if it were a

bit civilized! „Twas by no means a Bisbee, but my good-

ness the open clean street paths and the newer buildings

and what a residential offering! I had noticed that the

older establishments had a fresh coat of paint on them

and had freshened quite a bit from the omniscient days

of past. As I rounded the corner to my sister‟s home I

saw that even the old mine where the bandits had

shacked up recently had been reestablished and perhaps

nonetheless seized from the criminal “REJECT” savages,

and even appeared to be in somewhat working order!

I entered my sister‟s home with a flourish and was seated

no more than 3 moments when a barefooted lil lady gal

skips into my sister‟s parlor area! Imagine my surprise, as

my sister hasn‟t any little ones anymore! This lil lady was

so colorful adorned in pinks, yellows, teals, and various

shades of green. A breath of fresh summer air, she was!

After introductions were made I advised the gal, named

Mei, to not go outdoors without her footwear, as you never

know what a bare foot may find on the wild western

earth! She shared with me her experience of when the

mine was being refurbished; a bunch of snakes came slith-

ering out! The lil lady claimed that there were “400 of

them, 4000 feet long” [I somehow think she embellishes

the story a fair bit?] They were killed! Every single one of

them! They were made into saddles, belts and such to be

sold and the Café had soup for nearly a week!

I was straining to hear of the mine being renovated, as

the NUMEROUS birds of BDH were cawing and squawk-

ing so dang loudly; I almost thought I was back East at

dawn on a farm for goodness sake, not visiting my sister

POST – supper hour!! I made comment of such, and even

asked if they were perchance vultures? As they ARE

known to circle the dead, and I had goose bumps raise on

my skin, as I awaited the response from my brave-dear

sister.

Lil Mei was the one to respond first, claiming that

“Noooooo, they‟s just harmless ravens” and she even con-

fessed , dareIsay, RODE them? I gasped at even imagin-

ing this maneuver and she went on to inquire if I would

like to SEE her do so! She also divulged that town law

lady, Raine, did not approve of her antics of catching and

hanging from the over-large black birds of town! But she

excitedly put on footwear and hurried to follow my sister

outside.

We rounded the corner of my sister‟s home, and started

towards the entry to town and much to my amazement

the black birds were swooping at through the air … and

making quite the racket! I feared that should I ever have

to stay in BDH overnight with my sister, I surely would

get NO sleep whatsoever and now understood the bags

under her eyes!!

CONTINUED ON PAGE 8

Citizens gather outside the Tombstone Bank on June

12th.



CONTINUED FROM PAGE 7

I turned back towards my sister and the giggling Mei. To

my utter surprise a large black raven appeared and had

stretched its beak to its maximum width “prruk-prruk-

prruk!” it called. Its talons were protruding in an offen-

sive, ominous manner towards me. I gritted my teeth. I

increased the pressure on my index finger and slowly

and confidently squeezed the trigger on the Derringer

Pistol, exactly as Mikk had advised me. To my amaze-

ment the bullet discharged out of the short barrel of the

pistol and tore into the bird fiercely, shocking us both in

its hostile wake! The shot raven let out a deep-throated

hoarse "rrronk." in pain and despair and continued to

project its maimed body towards me, to my horror! I

pulled the trigger again to ensure my safety and securi-

ty! To my relief, the bird fell, emptying its crimson blood

into the parched earth. The land drinking its fluid as

quick as it was offered.

I gazed at the raven in pure alarm! I had never actually

SHOT a LIVING thing, only mere bottles and targets,

during my treasured practice sessions with Mikk. The

raven‟s sharp beak moved slowly as if it were gnawing

on something, its beady dark brown eyes closed and its

sharp deadly talons flailed lifelessly in the air. My sister

screamed and ran towards the nearby town to get a vet

for the fading raven. I softly murmured to the bird, a

quote from a story that I had studied; by a Mr. Edgar

Allen Poe leaning towards it slowly I whispered “This I

sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing To

the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's

core; Quoth the Raven, `Nevermore.'”

I turned from the scene of the raven, which surely would

perish. My body trembled in fear. When suddenly a ra-

ther ugly white bird swooped from the sky and began to

peck at my skull its sharp beak ripping my silken hair

free from suitable up do! This grotesque bird – whom one

can only presume at this point – was a cousin of some

sort to the harmed BLACK Raven, and was coming per-

haps to its defense? Then to my absolute grotesque

astonishment, the hideous sallow bird emptied its bow-

els, pooping upon my new uptown gown! Well, I had nev-

er been so repulsed in my entire lifetime! My face imme-

diately twisted into a nauseated contortion. I raised my

pistol in an offended- vengeance- filled manner and emp-

tied the rest of my Derringer's chamber into the white

bird. How DARE it soil my brand new gown, with its

feces of all things! Poop the White bird NEVERMORE,

in harmony with the raven I say! !

On June 20th, a trio of smartly dressed local women enjoy

the offerings of Allen Street in Tombstone.


Local children take time to fly kites following school.


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