The clouds were rolling in as Joseph Smith arrived in Abilene, his horse was slow and tired, the cattle he drove forward were even more so and trailing far behind at the back trundled William H.Bonney. The 12year old orphan was taken on by Smith not several years hence, he was skinny, relativity tall for his age and had curly black hair. As for Joseph Smith, he was a strong man with short hair that he kept well tended to, you couldn't tell about his riches from his looks, only from the 1,000 cattle he was driving did you have any clue how wealthy he was. The horse's hooves were loud as Sheriff William McCarty came out to greet them,
“Welcome my friends to Abilene!” his arms were wide as he stepped towards them “Cattle pens are over here, let us take care of the cattle so then we can get you boys some sleep” McCarty's gaze drifted at H.Bonney when he said 'boys'. He lead them to the pens and they drove the cattle into a section, “alright lads, chuck wagons over there, you can tie your horses up with the other cowboys. The inn opposite the jail allows one free night for anyone travelling with cattle, I'll tidy up here and I then better get back to the town. I heard there's a storm coming tonight, you've arrived just in time, better get some sleep I'll see you two in the morning” with that he strode off back to Abilene.
“Right then William, to the chuck wagon there's a good lad” Joseph followed him leading his horse towards the wagon. There was a fire with at least 6 cowboys sat round it, their quiet banter became loud when Joseph and H.Bonney joined them,
“Who's the boy? Can't be one of yours Smith” a cowboy on the opposite side of the fire yelled across to him as they sat
“No he's not mine Stanley, he's an orphan I picked up not too long ago, don't you remember him from last time we were here?”
“Who Stanley? He can't remember a thing once he's been in that inn drinking” came a voice filled with laughter
“I can, I know my name that's for sure”
“Just because we keep reminding you!” a howl of laughter rippled across the group
“I'm sure he can remember a bit more than that lads! He remembered me after all” Smith called as the group died down, someone was about to add a comment in but a crash of thunder came from the darkening sky,
“Eye, the storm” came an old voice from the wagon “Building up for weeks it has, finally got here”
“Better get to the inn” someone added getting up
“Don't let Stanley near the bar or he'll walk out in the middle of the night and get struck by lightning!” the laughter started again but soon started to become dim as the party moved to the town.