The Letter of the Printer Horace
Read The Story of the Printer Horace before you read forth onward
The El Commotion Banditos and Crazy Cowboy had been out on the desert for two weeks. Right when they got sight of San Antonia, they shifted more Northwest, as from what Crazy Cowboy had said. Of course, he was blind folded and most of the time sleeping. The gang did not know exactly where the Horace treasure was, but they kept on thinking that El Commotion, their leader, knew. El Commotion thought that Crazy Cowboy knew, and Crazy did not know where it was exactly, but he was not about to tell the leader of one of the most ruthless gangs in all of America that. He would think of something when the time came.
As they passed a foot hill, it seemed 10 miles out of San Antonia (it was just a distant set of buildings) there was a pond he could hear. Crazy though he knew of the pond, he remembered hearing a pond way back when he was burying the Printer Horace's money, and near the pond, there would be the big flat stone. But, who would know if it was still there, but there was a lot of money under that stone, $50,000 it could be, and that was more money than anyone could ever imagine. The money was in trunks, Crazy remembered that, about three trunks. Crazy could not see out the wagon, he was stuck in a corner, blind folded, but he could hear the pond and he knew that they must be close. It was at that time the Banditos stopped. One of El Commotion's men threw Crazy Cowboy out of the wagon, and told him to tell them where it was.
Crazy got scared, he was looking around for anywhere to run, but they had him trapped. He told the Banditos, that the money under a big stone slab. It killed him to give up the money, but he valued his life more than some secret, and he figured that either way, he would never get the money. They got off their horses, and started to look around. Crazy started walking away, and he tripped, over a big stone slab! The Banditos came running over, dusting away sand that was over it, and they started digging.
In about a half an hour, they had a nice size hole going, and hit a trunk. They brought it out, broke the lock, and gazed in. But, to their surprise, there was no money, there were no jewels, no pieces of gold, just a letter. A nicely printed letter. It was in English, they could not read it (Only El Commotion knew enough English to have a conversation, but at that he was a little rough). They gave to Crazy, and told him to read to it to them.
Crazy, if you are reading this, that you are just as sneaky as I am. The truth is that the money is not here, but back at the shop, buried under there. It may seem all deceiving and dishonest, but Crazy, I am crook, and nothing can stop that. By this time, I have already left, "gone out searching for you," and by the time you get back and explain this whole story, I would be out of the West for good. I am sorry Crazy, have a good life.Goodbye,
Calvin G. Horace
Crazy could not believe what he read. The Printer Horace never planned to share the money, he planned to either leave in the middle of the night or, in the event Crazy tried to go back and dig up the money for himself, leave during then. What a scoundrel, he thought, but he was sorry for how he was. The Printer Horace could not change who he was, which was a filthy lying robber. Of course, he did not read any of that outloud.
"So, Crazy Cowboy, you cunning fool, I have already left with the money. I am so sinister. The money was actually buried a mile from here towards the big hill you see to your left. You will never find the money, it is impossible, you, or anyone else should give up finding it, because the only thing that could find the money, that you will never be able to have, is a million people digging for a million years."That bastard! We will never be able to have the money, never have the money.
El Commotion could not believe what he had heard. He was furious. "NEVER IN A MILLION YEARS?!" El Commotion was about to give up, until his fat friend, El Gordo, told him something very helpful:
Boss, we got the TNT in the cart, we could dig up the desert with the explosion
Hearing this, everyone cheered, except for Crazy Cowboy. He needed to get to San Antonia, find some help, get the money, and get out of the West. Little did any of them know that coming soon was the David Jay Gang. The David Jay Gang first just vandalized and stole small things, then moved their way up to stores, and finally banks. Their robberies always left people injured and a few deaths.
At this point, however, those stories were just made up but it would be big trouble when Los Banditos del Commotion met with the David Jay Gang. It was possible the two gangs would never cross paths, but it did not seem that it would be that simple, however, as the Banditos were preparing tomorrow to lay down TNT and blow the desert up to the sky.
The Banditos made a fire and tied up Crazy Cowboy. They started to sing, happy songs, because they were going to be rich. They would pour the booze into Crazy Cowboys mouth, and he would spit it out when they looked the other way. Finally, when they all were asleep and passed out, Crazy got himself on his feet, and started running towards the town. Crazy Cowboy was going back to San Antonia.