He rode into Lodestone on the back of green and red feathered Struthiomimus. At his hip was his Smith & Wesson, in his saddle holster was his .30-.30 Winchester. On his back was his sawed off shotgun. He was a bounty hunter. The man was looking to fill a bounty, and he knew his prey was here.
As he rode down the street his dino-hide boots glistened in the Arizona sun. His Struthi chirped as it plodded along the dusty street. The rider eyed the saurs that were tied up in front of the saloon. He spied two brightly feathered Utahraptors tethered to a flimsy wooden rail and gnawing at their reins.
He undid the strap on his shotgun, then the one on his revolver. He was going in ready, just in case.
He rode up to the saloon and eased himself off the back of his Struthi. He then opened his saddlebag, pulled out a feed bag filled with raw turkey legs and thighs. He put the bag’s loop over the snout of his Struthi.
Over the sound of her crunching the bones, he tied her reins around the hitching post and patted her snout. He then turned toward the saloon’s doors…
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Written by John Reiher.
Artwork: Dinosaur Rider © AdrianHillman