Black Canyon Stage Coach Robbery
♫ Silverado 05. The McKendrick Attack ♫
🌵Sitting in the shade of a rocky wall, Millie leaned over her saddle horn watching for the signal from her partner, Ella Dunn. Millie's heart pounded in her chest as she took a quick glance at her pocket watch and then slipped the timepiece back into her vest. She reached to stroke her horse's neck, talking to him softly. "Easy there, easy. Ready to go huh? Me too boy. But don't you worry, if things go as planned, we should get a wave from ol’ Ella there in just a minute."
It was just then, from atop a giant bolder, Ella Dun gave her the signal she'd be waiting for “See there son? What'd I tell ya? Right on time."
Millie quickly pulled her bandana up to cover her face then reached for her rifle. She cocked the Winchester and looked down the trail that led through the rocks. It was hot and dry this time of year and she could just barely see a cloud of dust forming beyond the boulders. "Here we go boy," she said to her pony just as the sounds of horse's hooves and the stage coach's wood-spoked wheels grinding into the Arizona dirt got closer.
Gently, she pulled the reins, backing the chestnut up a bit and it was then she heard Ellie's colts fire, and what sounded like a scatter gun blast just beyond the rocks. Shocked, as this was not part of the plan, Millie pulled up her reins turning her horse's head and nugged him into an easy lope. Confused, she wasn't quite sure if Ella was in trouble or not.
Suddenly the stagecoach's lead horses appeared in front of her! Millie kicked her horse up into a full gallop, quickly gaining ground alongside the team when she heard a deafening loud boom close to her ear. The blast nearly blew her hat off and her face was instantly scorched. She hissed out, reaching to knock a piece of fiery hot lead from her neck. Promptly rotating her hips, she looked back and aimed her rifle toward the coach as her horse continued to sprint alongside the others.
Millie could barely see the driver or the other man through the haze of dust but fired a warning shot just as the man with the shotgun turned to fire back at Ella. The resounding blast of Ella's six shooters echoed off the rocks when she heard her friend return fire. But it was obvious Ella was eating dirt from her position and as the man riding shotgun had the high ground, they'd have to shoot him or take a chance.
Ella's screams could faintly be heard from inside the dust bowl that formed around her and the stagecoach, and there wasn't time to consider it. It was then, Millie barely saw the man with the shotgun turn back to reload both barrels. Quickly she thrust out her arm holding fast to the lever of her Winchester. With the bullet chambered, Millie let go of her reins, turned, and pulled the trigger. This time it wasn't a warning and the bullet instantly found it's mark.
The man slumped down in the stagecoach's old rickety driver's seat like a sack of flour as Ella appeared out of the haze. Riding hard along the opposite side of the stagecoach’s horses, Millie could see Ella's left arm dangling by her side, the sleeve coated with blood. Reaching to grab her own horses reins, she kicked at gelding's sides to hurry the chestnut up to meet her pal.
Earlier they'd cut trees and dragged them up, blocking the narrow path out of the rocks, and this was where they'd originally planned to hold up the Black Rock Canyon Stage. While they'd worked on the project that morning, Millie had teased her friend about the less-than-original idea.
Now as she turned her horse to meet the oncoming stage, the huge logs behind them, she shook her head. Millie wished like hell they'd just stayed here in the first place, hold up like any dumbass bandit would have done. But it was too late now so with the butt of her rifle in her shoulder, she squinted in the dust as the stage barreled toward them both.
Through the corner of her eye, she could see her friend sweating profusely; panting as she aimed the nickel-plated colt and called out. "You best stop right there, you son of a bitch!" To which Millie, with her sights aimed at the driver’s head whispered to herself. "And here we go."
🌸These are always a lot of fun to work on. This was Harper Blackwood's creation and set. She did so much work and I want to thank her for allowing me to do this with her. Thank you Harper!♥
This is written from my character Millie Keller's perspective. You can read and view the robbery from Ella Dunn's point of veiw, played by Harper here It's a nicer shot and a great read.
And I want to thank or would love to thank Andrew Harlan for helping us with this pic. The reason I said I wish I could thank him is because I found out only this evening that Andrew is no longer with us.
I didn't know him well. I met him the day we shot this capture. He was such a gentleman and so fun to talk to. I can tell you this. I've been around SL a long time and I could tell Andrew was a decent man from the minute we started chatting. What a sweet spirit he had and what a wonderful artist he was. You'll always be missed Andrew.♥
Black Canyon Stage Coach Robbery
♫ Silverado 05. The McKendrick Attack ♫
🌵Sitting in the shade of a rocky wall, Millie leaned over her saddle horn watching for the signal from her partner, Ella Dunn. Millie's heart pounded in her chest as she took a quick glance at her pocket watch and then slipped the timepiece back into her vest. She reached to stroke her horse's neck, talking to him softly. "Easy there, easy. Ready to go huh? Me too boy. But don't you worry, if things go as planned, we should get a wave from ol’ Ella there in just a minute."
It was just then, from atop a giant bolder, Ella Dun gave her the signal she'd be waiting for “See there son? What'd I tell ya? Right on time."
Millie quickly pulled her bandana up to cover her face then reached for her rifle. She cocked the Winchester and looked down the trail that led through the rocks. It was hot and dry this time of year and she could just barely see a cloud of dust forming beyond the boulders. "Here we go boy," she said to her pony just as the sounds of horse's hooves and the stage coach's wood-spoked wheels grinding into the Arizona dirt got closer.
Gently, she pulled the reins, backing the chestnut up a bit and it was then she heard Ellie's colts fire, and what sounded like a scatter gun blast just beyond the rocks. Shocked, as this was not part of the plan, Millie pulled up her reins turning her horse's head and nugged him into an easy lope. Confused, she wasn't quite sure if Ella was in trouble or not.
Suddenly the stagecoach's lead horses appeared in front of her! Millie kicked her horse up into a full gallop, quickly gaining ground alongside the team when she heard a deafening loud boom close to her ear. The blast nearly blew her hat off and her face was instantly scorched. She hissed out, reaching to knock a piece of fiery hot lead from her neck. Promptly rotating her hips, she looked back and aimed her rifle toward the coach as her horse continued to sprint alongside the others.
Millie could barely see the driver or the other man through the haze of dust but fired a warning shot just as the man with the shotgun turned to fire back at Ella. The resounding blast of Ella's six shooters echoed off the rocks when she heard her friend return fire. But it was obvious Ella was eating dirt from her position and as the man riding shotgun had the high ground, they'd have to shoot him or take a chance.
Ella's screams could faintly be heard from inside the dust bowl that formed around her and the stagecoach, and there wasn't time to consider it. It was then, Millie barely saw the man with the shotgun turn back to reload both barrels. Quickly she thrust out her arm holding fast to the lever of her Winchester. With the bullet chambered, Millie let go of her reins, turned, and pulled the trigger. This time it wasn't a warning and the bullet instantly found it's mark.
The man slumped down in the stagecoach's old rickety driver's seat like a sack of flour as Ella appeared out of the haze. Riding hard along the opposite side of the stagecoach’s horses, Millie could see Ella's left arm dangling by her side, the sleeve coated with blood. Reaching to grab her own horses reins, she kicked at gelding's sides to hurry the chestnut up to meet her pal.
Earlier they'd cut trees and dragged them up, blocking the narrow path out of the rocks, and this was where they'd originally planned to hold up the Black Rock Canyon Stage. While they'd worked on the project that morning, Millie had teased her friend about the less-than-original idea.
Now as she turned her horse to meet the oncoming stage, the huge logs behind them, she shook her head. Millie wished like hell they'd just stayed here in the first place, hold up like any dumbass bandit would have done. But it was too late now so with the butt of her rifle in her shoulder, she squinted in the dust as the stage barreled toward them both.
Through the corner of her eye, she could see her friend sweating profusely; panting as she aimed the nickel-plated colt and called out. "You best stop right there, you son of a bitch!" To which Millie, with her sights aimed at the driver’s head whispered to herself. "And here we go."
🌸These are always a lot of fun to work on. This was Harper Blackwood's creation and set. She did so much work and I want to thank her for allowing me to do this with her. Thank you Harper!♥
This is written from my character Millie Keller's perspective. You can read and view the robbery from Ella Dunn's point of veiw, played by Harper here It's a nicer shot and a great read.
And I want to thank or would love to thank Andrew Harlan for helping us with this pic. The reason I said I wish I could thank him is because I found out only this evening that Andrew is no longer with us.
I didn't know him well. I met him the day we shot this capture. He was such a gentleman and so fun to talk to. I can tell you this. I've been around SL a long time and I could tell Andrew was a decent man from the minute we started chatting. What a sweet spirit he had and what a wonderful artist he was. You'll always be missed Andrew.♥