The Pony Express Story

Author's Note: This story is filed with syntax and this is a creative peace. What is going on here in the story is the point of view of a young soldier and the point of view of William, the man who is sending the letter. 

On a hot summer day of July 18^, 1960, a  brave young soldier named Alexander Selmer  prepared for battle in Texas.  He started writing his last letter to his family and his beautiful wife Judy.  Revising the delicate letter with his blue tinted quill in his left hand. “Solders, Ready in 10, Hurry up. Wagons leaving!” said William Hepburn Russell the man who runs the pony express with his two other partners for the long travel.

“WATTCKET” smacks the whip on the horse’s behinds. Thousands of miles away from the home of Carson City, Nevada, Judy and Alexander have a charming three  year old child named Emily. Only a few days have passed for the Pony Express trip, but for the soldiers it felt  like it has been a year waiting for the enemy’s arrival. Waiting for the strike for the land of Texas.

Four strong horses pulled the thousand pound wagon across the country.  This was a long journey for William Russell and his crew. The boiling temperatures were blistering agents the three travelers. It has been almost a week and William has only traveled 1,0300 miles. To Alexander, the solder felt like months waiting for his wife to read the beautiful cursive of her husband ready to serve his life away.

Off to battle with hope, braveness and strength. Heart pounding waiting for the big boom to arrive. Alexander praying that his daughter is okay and joyful, dreaming that he has his daughter in his arms tightly waiting for dinner to be cooked. Alexander’s thoughts have been interrupted by a gun shot fired from the woods, “Solders ready, aim, FIRE!” said one of the soldiers in the front of the line. Gun shots back and forth, bodies found everywhere blood, shooting and body parts found every direction he looked. It seemed to be too much for this young soldier to handle.

Alexander  remembering about the letter that he sent, dreaming Judy reading the letter with tears in her eyes, his daughter sitting on his wife’s lap. Alexander feeling a sharp pain in his upper thigh, looking down feeling with his had a red gush using from his leg, bleeding threw his white pants. Falling down to his knees, gasping for help watching in a big blur, one by one soldiers fall with a rawer to the sky. Slowly closing his eyes, right before they have sealed two soldiers screamed “Retreat! Retreat!”. Running back with Alexander in their arms so limp.

The Roundy’s bar down in Utah, where William Russell and William B. Waddell, Alexander Majors, holding beers in their hand, dancing with some lovely ladies that they had just met. As the boy’s were saying their good-byes to the young and still gorges ladies after a few beers,  loading back into the wagon with a crack of the wipe to wake the horses. On word they went only three more days to go.

 Still drunk after a few hours, everything in his eyes was just lala land barley staying on the right path horses screaming in pain, no water or food in over a week.  Mr. Majors has been driving for more than ten minutes and still doesn’t know what he is doing, turning the horses in a thousand different directions. In the middle of know where the three drunken men stop to set up a campus for them to rest. 

Back to the grounds of the wounded men that fought like crazy. Everything seemed rushed, but still a big blur. “Look, he has awaken, welcome back Alexander, how are you feeling” said a man that looked really familiar to Alexander. Slowly rising up, still in pain, looking at his bandaged leg. Alexander got a sudden burst of energy, happy to see his body still functioning. He still has that image in his head, his daughter in his arms, a great smile from ear to ear.

“I’m alright, still in a bit of shock, but I am still functioning aren't I?” Alexander said with a bit of sarcasm in his tone. Gradually standing up barley on his leg, grasping the air for help to keep his balance. “ How long have I been out?” Alex asked the young man. “Sir you have been at rest for two days, sir.” With a sharp tone. Waiting for more information of why he was out, was it because of the blood loss? Will he make it home? Am I going to survive the rest of the battle? A million questions running around in his head waiting to jump out. But his biggest question was where was his letter?

“Bang, Bang” Screamed a gun. “Were being ambushed! Arm your guns and fire!” Screamed the same man from the tent far away. Alexander’s heart pounding rushing for his gun, not remembering were the gun prouder was but then he felt eyes on him from a tree in the woods. BANG! Looking at his chest a hole right threw him. Falling over to his back the blur comes back waiting for the pain to be over, tears rushing down his face then the eyes shut.

Ten minutes away from the town, still at the same rate as they were two nights ago. Waiting for the pit stop to come so they can rest and start chugging on some beers. Running the horses as fast as they can to get to Carson City. Finally the letters are there calling off name by name, passing letter by letter. The last name called was Judy. Slowly opening the letter and reading holding her hand over her mouth and starting to cry, feeling her heart drop and falling to her knees.  The letters words hit her hard praying that he will make it home, her daughter running to her mother on the ground balling, she picks up the note trying to read the smoothly written words, and hugging her mom.

A few weeks later, the soldiers are on their way over to home. All the family’s standing there hugging everyone and thanking them. As for Judy waiting for the love of her life to come join her, but there was no arrival. The lonely days are beginning to start, without her husband and no stable job, Judy has to fight everything she's got for her daughter. Showing her husband that she will give it her all to keep their child healthy.