DISCLAIMER: The Young Riders is the creation of Ed Spielman, and the property of Ogiens/Kane productions in association with MGM/UA television. This Story is created for entertainment purposes only, no infringement intended. Not to be copied without permission from the author.
WARNING: This Story contains a DEATHFIC theme, if this type of story is not to your liking or will somehow offend you please return to Tall Tales and choose another Story.
One year later
A man walked up to the marker of the formally Sweetwater Marshall, Teaspoon Hunter. The man had a small bundle in his arms. He removed his hat and started to speak to his old friend.
"Well, Teaspoon, I can't believe it has been a year already. We all miss you. The pony express is dead and war is breaking out. I could sure use you now.
"I have someone I want you to meet. This is my son, Hunter. He reminds me of you. His mama and I got together a few days before you died, sadly his mama died during childbirth.
"I just came to let you meet your first grandchild and to tell you that I'm leaving. I need a change. I need to go somewhere where I can make a good life for Hunter…and myself. I guess what I am saying is that I now feel that it is time to say good-bye to you.
"Good-bye Teaspoon Hunter." With that said the young man walked off into the sunset holding his three-month-old son. The End!
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