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A West Worth Saving Ch. 13 Tennessee hooked the end of his gun on the saddle horn, swinging up and holstering the firearm as soon as he dropped in the saddle, “Let’s have us a good old fashioned train robbery, kiddo!”
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Eagerly, the horse responded to his movement and bolted across the dark prairie, “Yehaw!” The train had just left it’s station, and only just gaining speed. Its slow acceleration was no match for the horse Tennessee sat atop of, and with just a few strides they passed the caboose and made it to a middle cart.
“Skeedaddle, pony, the ‘Kid’s about to pull a heist,” Tennessee jumped from t