Date: Tuesday the 30th
Time: 6:00 am
The Furry Purse
By: Torrey Harris
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   The Vaqueros stood looking around at the pile of purses and the little
pieces of hair that was attached to them. It was obvious to them all that
the hair belonged to Vachon. 

   "O.K. get them inside where we can get a better look at them." Torrey
directed. Everyone grabbed as many purses as they could and headed back to
the church. This in it's self was a feat to behold. Twenty plus Vaqueros
loaded down with fuzzy purses trying to make it back in the church through
the geese...this was not a pretty sight. 

Back in the church they started looking through the purses. 

" Hmmm, I got a lot of medication in mine." Crystal muttered

" Me too." Chimed in most of the other Vaqueros

 "OK, we have purses full of medication, Vachons hair, and what is that?" 
Torrey asked looking at something Apache was holding. 

 " It looks like some kind of membership card for some medical society." 
Apache answered handing the card over to Torrey. 

  Looking down at all of the purses it suddenly hit Torrey who the purses
belonged to. " There is only one faction that would have such practical
purses, so much medication, and well nothing very exciting in their
purses." 

Nodding her head Sherri half whispered a single word " NatPack."

  At that the scene went from bad to worse. Apache grabbed her bow and
arrows and headed for the door in search of the Pack to take revenge for
the hair cut. Bonnie was trying to get past Apache to get to the door
first saying something about tar and feathers. Storm was tucking something
Torrey was sure was not legal to use in this war into her waist band. Five
or six other Vaqueros were looking around for any thing that could be
considered a weapon with look of blind revenge in their eyes. 

  Thinking fast Torrey ran to her bag and pulled something out, sprinting
to the door she blocked the way wielding her weapon. 

"BACK!" she screamed " Get back, don't make me use this!"

  Apache took a step back looked at Torrey...looked at the weapon...then
very calmly stated the obvious. " Torrey...that's a Nerf bat." 

  " Ummm ya...well I guess I didn't come as prepared as the rest of you." 
Looking sheepish Torrey lowered the Nerf bat from the samurai stance she
had been in. " Listen you guys we need to think this through first. You
know it could be a set up.....we don't know who sent this stuff over." 

" So you want us to just do nothing!" Storm cried

  " Yes...I mean No...what I want is this Apache, Storm, Bonnie...I want
you guys to work on a plan to deal with the NatPack. Sherri, Cindy,
Crystal...I want you guys to get the hair out of the bags then put all of
the bags in one of the vans." 

" You are going to give the purses back!" Sherri stammered. 

  " Yep...well look at it this way...the purses are filled with
medication...we have to give them back." Torrey answered. 

  " Great, you pick now for your nurse side to come out." Sherri said as
she set to work gathering up bags. " What do you want me to do with them
all?" 

  " Nothing I will take care of it." With that Torrey headed out to the
van fighting off geese and headed in the direction of the NatPackers
headquarters. 

  A van pulled up to the boundary of the Natpackers place, purses were
pushed out of the van, then the van headed off into the dawn...passing a
billboard with a very familiar cow on it.