War for the Cowboy Throne (TWS?)

“Reckon he ain’t gonna last much longer. Feller was lookin’ paler than Death hisself, and near-abouts as skinny.”

“So where’s that leave us? King Johnny never chose his heir.”

“Leaves us without a Cowboy King. Good lord help us all.”

WAR FOR THE COWBOY THRONE

You are the seventh child of the ailing King Johnny, a member of the royal family of the Cowboy Kingdom of Mesquite. All your life, you have been protected and groomed, placed in the protective custody of a few hard-bitten, tobacco-chewing cusses as mean as rattlesnake bites. Your father doted on you, to the anger and jealousy of some of your siblings; you have taken the lessons he taught you about “doin’ right by folk” and “good ol’ fashioned problem solvin’” to heart. Your father is dying, too weak and feverish to name a rightful heir. The doctors are speaking less frequently of his recovery, and more frequently of making the time he has left more comfortable. Soon, you will be without a father.

So, who are you, O prince or princess of cowboys?

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Unofficial entry! This is mainly for fun, after rolling Western and Political for myself. It won't be included in the official judging, but hey, may as well, right?