M5 "Why Can't We All Get Along?"

    
      The Cowboy was visiting some Jewish friends he had met on the ship on his last mission. They were now residing in the Holy Land. The Cowboy had hidden his cougar and weapons in an oasis, miles away. He planned to drink Kosher wine and pass out late at night.  The Cowboy thought that the worst thing that could happen was what happened in the Hangover Pt. 2, (his favorite movie). Boy was he wrong...
      The Crusaders came in the night (the Crusaders were an army sent by the Christian nations to conquer holy lands such as Jerusalem). They wore chain mail, and were heard from far away; But even with this advantage, the villagers had no chance. The Cowboy's friends were terrified of what tortures the Crusaders would use. They might stretch them or boil them alive. The possibilities were endless. 
     The villager's militia force was two-hundred strong at best. And that was with nobody ill but twenty three people were ill, and the ones left to fight were untrained. The Cowboy cursed himself for not having his weapons, but he was trying to not be violent for at least a week. Too bad, so sad.

     The Cowboy slipped away into the chaos to go get his weapons. He found it hard to maneuver through the crowds. People shoved and kicked and punched and yelled. He yelled back, but didn't attack. He didn't feel like acting out against his friends. He made it about half way through the village before the first explosion knocked him unconscious. 
     It virtually vaporized anybody within a twenty yard radius, and inflicted great pain on everybody else. 
The Cowboy was thrown thirty feet and landed on his back. As he he lay, the hordes of screaming villagers trampled him. They broke bones, tore skin, and put him into a coma. His beeper from TTI kept beeping and beeping, but he couldn't answer...  

M4 "If Slavery is not Wrong, Nothing is Wrong"

     The Cowboy had received orders from the top to leave Europe and go to the Arabian Peninsula, so that is where the Cowboy is. He was spat into the bowels of a ship, gently rocking in the smooth waters of the Arabian Sea. He immediately made his cougar hide in the stock room (made it promise not to eat anything) and left in search of better fitting clothes.
     The Cowboy, now dressed in miscellaneous garb that made him (taken from an unfortunate sleeping sailor) look more like a crewman, he made his way topside. The nice moist breeze cooled him down immediately. He looked around. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, he walked up to what appeared to be the captain, said "Deckhand, reporting for duty!" What the captain heard was quite different (an all language translator, courtesy from Arson Jagaba). ""وظيفة مساعد قبطان، وتقديم التقارير عن العمل!" was what he heard. The captain replied "See to the slaves down in the galley. They haven't been fed in two days. See to it they get some scraps" ."Aye sir" replied the Cowboy. 
     The Cowboy stalked down into the galley furiously. He had no idea that slavery (this was a great ingredient to making the Cowboy's 'Rage Soup') was apparent here. He made his way through a series of rooms, all they way to the back of the ship. There the sight was worse than the plague in Europe. Bodies were strewn about the room, some moving, some not. They all cringed at the sight of him, as if he was going to beat them. He turned and made his way back to the storeroom. His cougar was clawing open its third package of meat. The Cowboy snatched it up. He returned the the horrendous room and made sure that everyone alive got a handful. Satisfied, he made his way back to the cougar, who had all of his weapons.
     The Cowboy, having retrieved his weapons, made his way topside. He spoke with a deckhand to see what they were planning to do with the poor slaves in the galley. He informed the Cowboy that it was the captain's and a few others enterprise, and they were going to share the profits. It wasn't what the merchants had requested, and wasn't required. He then pointed out all the members of the little ring of slaving. The Cowboy thanked him, and made his way to the captain. He informed the captain that the slaves were fed, and that the cook wanted him to come taste the soup he was making(the latter was a lie). The captain said that he would be down in a few. The Cowboy made his way down the stairs and waited. When the captain made his way down, the Cowboy shot him in the back. The shot rang out loud, calling a great deal of attention to the Cowboy.
     He went to the slave room and shot off all their chains. He told them all to retake the ship with the help of the riotous crewmen, and to slaughter the rest. Then the Cowboy made his way back the storage room for his cougar. It was in the middle of what looked to be its third pig. He scolded it for being such a glutton, and rode back to today. He was definitely getting used to this.         

M3 St. Benedict Must Die

     The Cowboy rode through time and was spat out three miles away from the monastery where St. Benedict was. His mission was to infiltrate the monastery and change history. To kill St. Benedict. He hopped off his cougar and took his gear off it. He walked up to a tree and buried it in the grass. He was dressed in monk like clothing, a brown plain robe, moccasins, and a cap. Just what he needed to fit in.
     He made his way towards the monastery on foot, to avoid calling attention to himself. It took him twenty minutes to reach the monastery. He knocked on the wooden gates. They cracked open slightly, and a man poked his head out. "Yes?" he said. "I wish to kill St. Benedict." The Cowboy said. The man smiled and said "Welcome"
     It had been a four days since The Cowboy had been accepted into the monastery. He planned to stay no longer. Tonight was the night for St. Benedict to die. After dinner The Cowboy the cowboy went to his bunk and prayed, as was customary for monks, and pretended to go to sleep. He waited patiently for five hours until he was sure everyone was asleep, then snuck into the St.'s chambers.
     The chambers were elaborately decorated and furnished, with a blazing fireplace, carpets and paintings. The cowboy grunted. So much for the simple life of a monk. Getting back to business, the cowboy whipped out a thin but sharp filleting knife he had stolen from the kitchen. He tiptoed up to the side of the bed and pulled down the covers. Benedict lay silent, breathing softly. The Cowboy clamped a firm hand over his mouth, and slit his throat. Benedict's eyes went wide and he gurgled. The Cowboy smiled and walked away.
     The Cowboy made his way to his ally, Gerth, and woke him. "Tis' done. You need to worry no more. I must leave now. Good luck in life my good friend." "Goodbye, nameless savior." The Cowboy left with a smile on his face. He had committed his first righteous homicide. He found his cougar and rode through time. The lights flashed, and he was spat out back in his office. This time he didn't puke. He was finally getting the hang of this.

M1 Observe

     The History Cowboy rode his cougar through time for the first time. Lights flashed and there was a whooshing sound, like water filling a small room. He rode to medieval Europe, and the second he got off his steed he saw something terrible. A pile of bodies lay on the side of the road. They were in a late stage of decay, with open sores covering their bodies. The Cowboy merely grimaced and looked at his boots, swallowing hard. The phrase 'black death' came to mind, but he brushed it off.
     Walking up to the pile, he knelt down and examined the the bodies. There were open sores, cuts and rashes all over them. There was a thin layer of bile surrounding the pile.
     The smell was awful. The cowboy covered his face with a spare bandanna. It smelled fittingly like death. Like rotten meat. The cowboy threw up, unable to hold it back any longer. His cougar ran over and growled at the pile. The cowboy stumbled back a few yards.
     Looking around, he saw three abandoned cottages. They were very old, crumbling from dry mud. Walking up to one, he took out his pistol and shot it in the west wall. It fell to the ground with a faint puff.
     The cowboy pulled out a cigarillo and lit it. The smoke made him feel better. Looking back towards his cougar, he nodded. Throwing the cigarette to the ground, he hopped onto it's back and charged forward. Lights began to flash and he was spat out into his headquarters at the TTI building.
  

M2 The Black Death

     The History Cowboy rode through time and got of his cougar. Looking around, he saw nothing unusual. No bodies, no threats. The Cowboy walked towards the treeline in front of him. It was about thirty yards away. His cougar lay down in the grass.
     The Cowboy was fifteen feet away when a man came running out of the forest. He was breathing heavily and had a gash across his chest. The man slowed down, dropped to the ground, and died. The cowboy drew both his pistols and crouched down. The bushes rustled and five huge men came charging out. They wielded evil looking weapons, crude and bent. The Cowboy fired six shots, three from each revolver, and killed them all in one easy, familiar motion. The cougar was now by his side.
     The Cowboy walked up to the man who was running. He had black and blue splotches all over his body. Open sores covered his face. The Cowboy leaped back and covered his face. The Black Death was in the air. He called his cougar and jumped onto it. They road off into the east.
     The cowboy had reached a town and gotten a room in the tavern. He slept and ate and cleaned his pistols. He also cleaned his rifle, a Winchester Repeater, and loaded it. But on his third night there, he noticed a blue mark on his arm. Looking more closely, it resembled the ones he had seen on the man before. He slowly took off his shirt, and to his horror, his body was covered with similar marks. He yelped and shoved all of his belongings into his bag, ran out to the stables for his cougar and was off in five minutes.
     He rode as fast as the cougar could carry him. Lights started to flash. A tunnel opened up fifty feet away. The cowboy road through it and was spat out Amsterdam Blvd. The hospital was one mile away. He urged his cougar forward, kicking it in the ribs (a thing he rarely does). He reached the hospital in three minutes. He ran to the front desk, showed the receptionist his TTI i.d card, and was put into intensive care. He was saved within the hour. His cougar was also treated for a cracked rib recieved during the run.

me

Gabe Zarov-Cooper

Core Writing

October 6th, 2011

There is a man known as “The History Cowboy”. Back west, in the year of 1901, he was the most notorious bank robber there ever was. But he didn’t start out as a bank robber; he started out as a small boy. The History Cowboy has had a very hard life. Without it, he wouldn’t have become the world renowned time traveler he is today.

The Cowboy had a very hard childhood. He was born in western New Mexico, a very barren land. At the age of five, there was a massive house fire that nearly killed him and his whole family. During the blaze, The Cowboy rescued all of his pet cougar’s cubs. When he was trying to save the cougar, a burning brick fell on his face. The brick melted onto his face (this is the reason for his bandanna), and he passed out from the pain. One of the cougar cubs sensed that he was in distress, and leaped through a broken window to save him. The cub dragged him out of the wreckage. The Cowboy was forever haunted by the fact that he couldn’t save the cubs’ mother, but he had a new companion. The cougar that saved him, he affectionately named Boomer. He still has that cougar today. Another terrible thing that happened to The Cowboy is that at the age of twelve, his whole town was wiped out by a cholera outbreak. He was the soul survivor. This kind of thing would scar any normal human being. Having these terrible things happen to him hardened him in later life.

Through his teens and early thirties, The Cowboy was a bank robber. At first, in his teens and early twenties, he only mugged people, trivial muggings. And the only weapon he used was his pet cougar. He made a great deal of money, but it wasn’t enough. His mugging germinated into bank robbery. He began robbing banks. In his career he robbed twenty three banks and mugged around ninety-seven people (although no official record is held). Then, during his twenty fourth robbery, he was ambushed and arrested, this time time for good. He was sent to the largest, most secure prison in the west at that time.

The Cowboy’s time in jail was very hard. He was separated from his cougar, which was very hard for him. It was the only thing that he had loved since he was twelve. Also the Prison Guards abused him. They beat him and starved him. This proves that he was tough and could take whatever people through at him.

This paper proves that The History Cowboy has a very hard life. He lived through one hard childhood. He lived as a criminal for twenty years. He killed people, and that weighs on your conscience. He spent four years in a brutal prison. He lived through all of this, and it proves that he has had a very hard life.