FOUNDERS FLING{OPEN}

[MICHAEL DANVERS]

Michael leaned against one of the lamp posts. he was dressed in a white long sleeved shirt and a tan satin vest with black slacks. Over that he had a black duster coat. On his head was a black cowboy hat. His blue eyes scanned around. The fling was exciting. It was kinda cool seeing everyone dressed in period clothing. A little weird considering there were cars parked, but cool none the less. He crossed his arms over his chest. He was just watching everyone come into the town square.

The sun was peeking out from behind a few fluffy white clouds. Rays of sun reflected off of car windows and buildings. The air smelled of spring, which was mixed of flowers, earth and just that fresh clean scent. A gentle breeze whisked the hem of his duster against his calves. It was a good day for the fling. Perfect weather even. He had pinned a sheriff's badge to his vest and he had a leather gun holster around his waist where his gun was nestled comfortably in the holster. It was his real gun incase trouble started. He didn't think so but he was always prepared incase.

[CROW VALKAIRI]

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[PEYTON TAHLIA TURNER]

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Notes: Such a pretty girl. hehe And a wonderful mother.

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