Mail Time.


Ted, the hero and Pony Express Rider. Age: sixteen. (He doesn't look sixteen in the picture. Well, it was the best picture I could get. :D) Year: 1861


Skipper, one of the horses Ted rides.


Diana, one of the other horses Ted rides,




Mr. Brill, owner of one of the of the stations along the Pony Express Trail.


How part of Ted's world looks like.


Wanted:
Young, skinny, wiry fellows not over eighteen.
Must be expert riders, willing to risk death daily. Orphans preferred.
Ted tipped his head back and stared at the words printed in the sheet of paper nailed to the shed before him. Plunging his hands into his pockets, he gnawed at lip, considering the sign. What was it talking about? Expert riders, risk death daily, orphans preferred.
Must be something mighty dangerous, he thought, grinning and scuffing the toe of his boot into the dusty ground. Might be worth looking into. ~Mail Time.

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