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Day 3 Excerpt from My Untitled NaNoWriMo Western

(There was no Day 2, sorry.)

Cowboy SilhouetteWhen he arrived at the livery, the stable boy took his horse and asked for his name. Being on the run, Carter knew he couldn’t use his own name, but what could he use? He needed something he could remember, and something he could use for a while, wherever he went. He didn’t want to use the name of anyone he knew, he wasn’t far enough from Sierra Blanca that someone might not know the person’s name he chose.

Why hadn’t he thought of something? People on the lam probably came up with a bunch of false names so they always had one ready. What was he going to say?

“Sir,” the boy asked again, “your name, sir?”

“Sorry, of course,” Carter stalled another moment.

Something his pa told him? Maybe something from his own initials? “Montgomery. Uhh, Clive. Clive Montgomery, boy,” Carter finally blurted. “Is there a register I have to sign?”

“No sir, Mister Montgomery. I’ll let the boss know the grulla’s yourn. It’s twenty cents a day for hay, thirty for oats. Will you be in town long?”

“I don’t know, yet,” Clive Montgomery answered before he walked out, back onto the main street.

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