Okay, here we go--SFGrl's new venture into non Drama/Angst territory. You should be scared--I know I am.
I own no one. This one will include everyone, though it will focus on Chandler and Monica--because Chandler and Monica is what I do best. LOL.

Wild Horses
"The Stranger"

~New York City--1849~

Monica Geller watched, as her father and brother finished loading up the carriage. She wanted to help--she knew for a fact that she could lift more than her brother, Ross--but her mother absolutely refused. "That type of activity is not lady-like," she'd said, "You leave the physical labour to the men."

But Monica didn't *want* to leave the fun to the men. She hated sitting around in those awful, heavy dresses, with corsets pulled so tight that she couldn't even breathe. If she had to host one more tea party with her incredulous mother, she was going to croak. Her mother's old, stuffy friends were soooo dull.

Then there was this business of trying to marry her off. Monica wanted to kill her mother for even *suggesting* that she marry Richard Burke. He may be the wealthiest man in New York, but he was far from Monica's type. Luckily for Monica, her father got it into his head that his family should head out to California with everyone else, and try to get their hands on some of the fabled gold that littered the region. Not that they needed the money. The Gellers were one of the most powerful families in New York. The power and wealth seemed to suit Judy much more than it had ever suited Jack. Which was why Monica was not surprised at this sudden decision to head out west.

"Okay, ladies, we're all packed up!" Jack said excitedly. The sun had just started to rise over the horizon, making it the perfect time to begin heading out.

"I'm ready," Ross said, "I just want to say goodbye to Miss Rachel."

Rachel Green was the daughter of Jack and Judy's best friends. Ross had taken a liking to Rachel several years ago, but they had only been courting for a few months. Ross was devastated at the thought of leaving Rachel behind, but she assured him that she and her parents wouldn't be far behind. The Green's would never tolerate even the idea that the Geller's had more than them. In fact, the Green's were preparing to move out the following week.

"So, I guess I'll see you in San Francisco, then," Rachel sighed.

"I hope so. I don't know how long I can stand being away from ya Rach," Ross said sadly.

"Don't worry, we'll find each other out west. Then, once you've settled on a teaching job, you can ask my father's permission to marry me," Rachel replied, a mischievious twinkle in her eye.

Ross laughed, and kissed Rachel's hand, before loading up the last of the luggage, and climbing up to the front of the carriage with Jack. Ross looked back at Rachel's shrinking figure, waving as the carriage barreled down the road.

***

~Three Months Later~
(AN: Remember that by carriage, it took about 6 months to get across the country)

The territory was completely unfamiliar, and nothing at all like New York City. Monica watched, as animals that she had only seen in picture books raced through the open plains. She looked at her map, and estimated that they were somewhere in the area they called Colorado. Suddenly, the carriage jerked to a stop, and the horses let out a startled whinnie. Monica and Judy fell to the floor of the carriage, completely unprepared for the sudden stop.

"Hello ladies," came an unfamiliar voice. Monica looked up and saw a masked bandit sitting on horseback, peering into the carriage.

"What do you want?" Monica said, her eyes dancing with anger, as she helped her mother back to her seat.

"We are just here to relieve you fine folks of some of your more valuable belongin's" The man replied.

Monica looked at her mother, who looked absolutely terrified. She herself found the entire thing to be exhilerating. She hadn't had this much excitement in her entire life.

"I'll just have your men help us unload," the man continued, yanking Monica from her revelrie.

"I don't believe any of this stuff belongs to you fella's" another voice came from behind the carriage. Monica stuck her head out of the small window, in order to get a look at the new stranger.

Dressed in a black hat a blue shirt, and a black duster, and seated on a large black horse, the stranger had pulled out a large revolver, and had it pointed at the masked bandit.

"Yeah, I don't think you is in any position to do nothin," the bandit replied, as his two companions rode to his side.

"Don't be so sure," another man, also dressed in black, appeared on horseback, carrying a large shotgun.

"It's still two against one," the bandit leader said, as his buddy laughed menacingly.

"I kinda like those odds," the man on the black horse said, smiling. He tipped his hat, revealing his face to the men.

"It's you!" The leader said, fear suddenly filling his voice.

"So, you gonna give me reason to shoot ya?" the stranger asked playfully.

The bandits didn't reply, they simply took off, galloping over the small hill adjacent to the road.

The man on the black horse approached the window of the carriage. He pulled his hat back down, but not before Monica got a look at his piercing blue eyes.

"You'd best keep that pretty head of your's inside, especially when there's gun play involved, Miss," he said.

"A little gun play never scared me," Monica said stubbornly.

"Monica!" Judy chastized as the stranger chuckled.

"That's quite a spirited lady you have there M'am. You'd best keep an eyes on 'er."

"Believe me, I know," Judy groaned.

The man chuckled, and tipped his hat, "Ladies," he said, as he made his way toward the front of the carriage.

*

"I suppose we owe you a debt of gratitude, Mr.--uh," Jack started.

"Bing. Chandler Bing. You don't owe me anything. Me and my buddy Joey see this kinda stuff all the time. I think it's best that you keep one of these on ya," Chandler handed Jack one of his pistols, "It ain't a good idea to be ridin' through these parts unarmed."

"I thank you kindly, sir," Ross said, "But do you really think we need one of those-those things?"

"If you want to keep your belongin's you do," Chandler said, as Joey joined him next to the carriage. The two men kicked their horses, and were off and out of sight in a matter of minutes.

"Well, that was very, very exciting!" Monica said.

"Yes, well, let's hope we don't see any more of *that*," Judy said snootily.

"Let's hope we do," Monica said under her breath.

***

Chandler and Joey rode in silence for almost an hour. As they neared the ridge that led to the next town, Joey looked at his best friend.

"That little firecracker was quite the looker, eh Chandler?"

"Yeah, I guess," Chandler sighed.

"I think she had her eye on ya," Joey laughed.

"Yeah, well, those kind of girls don't have no business with men like us," Chandler said.

"I think she liked your gun," Joey chuckled.

"I think she should stick to her kind, and marry a rich doctor or somethin'," Chandler argued.

"You are so damn stubborn! Ain't nothin wrong with lustin' after a spoiled little rich girl."

"Joey, enough! You and I both know I ain't good enough to be eyeballin' someone like that."

"Man, sometimes I cannot believe you're a soldier, what with an attitude like that," Joey shook his head.

"Yeah, well, I learned my lesson a long time ago."

"I am tellin' ya, it ain't your fault that Janice went off and married that lawyer!"

"Yeah, well, she certainly ain't gonna marry a lowly soldier. She said herself she couldn't see herself as an Army wife."

"Yeah, well, I still say you is better off. She was damn annoying."

"That is true," Chandler laughed.

***

Chandler and Joey rode into town at dusk. They checked into a local inn, and tied up their horses for the night.

"What do ya say we check out the nightlife here in Boulder?" Joey suggested.

"Yeah, why not," Chandler shrugged as the men headed to the edge of town, and entered the brothel.

"Well, hello gentlemen," a tall, scanitly clad woman said, as they entered the hall.

"M'am," Chandler pulled off his hat and put it under his arm.

"Please, sugah, call me Aurora. Now, you boys take your time choosing your gal. Oh, and we'll kindly ask you to store your firearms before meetin' with our fine ladies of the night."

Chandler and Joey nodded, and followed Aurora into the next room.

***

Monica layed in her bed, wide awake. She couldn't stop thinking about the day's excitement. She wondered if she'd ever see the mysterious stranger again. She'd heard him introduce himself to her father as Chandler Bing. She turned over, and sighed heavily. She'd certainly need to do some asking about this man. He was exactly the type of man her mother would detest.

He was perfect.

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should I finish, or should i put us all out of our misery? LOL.
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