A Few Dozen Monkeys: The Ultimate Writing Prompt
Sep 14, 2026 · 59 min · 13 segments
Chapter Seven of Ten; we are so close, friends! This chapter brings it all together, will you tear it back apart? Your submission will be your answer. Revisionist Western, away!Submit/Rules and…
Untitled Revisionist Western Project Chapter 7 The Coachman's Daughter By Orion D. Erickson Hey there, partner, the stocky man said, tipping his hat to a figure approaching the riverbank.
The name's Ted Blackridge.
Catching the sun's glimpses behind the approaching silhouette, the stranger's fiery hair contrasted his cool demeanor.
You Casey Cork? That I am.
So what brings me here, Ted? That...
Well, you'd better see this for yourself.
It's getting dark.
They'll be here soon.
Evenfall approached night.
Ted went on about the cattle business.
Casey nodded.
The lad hadn't cleared one pile of bullshit in his young life.
The chatter was interrupted by blinking lights from the sky, followed by a loud thud.
Ted flinched.
Casey stared for a moment before breaking his silence.
Mr. Blackridge, what the flying fuck am I looking at right now? A large road man emerged from the strange ship.
Hello again, Ted.
And you.
You have a reliable reputation, I hear.
I am the commissioner of the Ark Railway Consortium.
In return for your service, I'll give you all the gold you could ask.
Pulling hexagonal coins out of a velvet satchel, an accompanying man with silver on his face noticed Casey's unmoved expression.
We hear you're a family man.
You'll have all the provisions to ensure a good life for your wife and daughter.
And what do you need from me? Casey chimed.
Untitled Revisionist Western Project Chapter 7 The Coachman's Daughter By Orion D. Erickson Hey there, partner, the stocky man said, tipping his hat to a figure approaching the riverbank.
The name's Ted Blackridge.
Catching the sun's glimpses behind the approaching silhouette, the stranger's fiery hair contrasted his cool demeanor.
You Casey Cork? That I am.
So what brings me here, Ted? That...
Well, you'd better see this for yourself.
It's getting dark.
They'll be here soon.
Evenfall approached night.
Ted went on about the cattle business.
Casey nodded.
The lad hadn't cleared one pile of bullshit in his young life.
The chatter was interrupted by blinking lights from the sky, followed by a loud thud.
Ted flinched.
Casey stared for a moment before breaking his silence.
Mr. Blackridge, what the flying fuck am I looking at right now? A large road man emerged from the strange ship.
Hello again, Ted.
And you.
You have a reliable reputation, I hear.
I am the commissioner of the Ark Railway Consortium.
In return for your service, I'll give you all the gold you could ask.
Pulling hexagonal coins out of a velvet satchel, an accompanying man with silver on his face noticed Casey's unmoved expression.
We hear you're a family man.
You'll have all the provisions to ensure a good life for your wife and daughter.
And what do you need from me? Casey chimed.
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