This award is for verbal visualization. Nominate the scene you saw in full color setting before your eyes as you read it." If that were described any better, I could smell Rachel's cooking!".
The story must be done, unfinished stories will be rewarded next year!

And the nominees are:

Author and story
Scene
Nominator and motivation

Vicki

Life Happens

at Writers Ranch

 James Butler Hickok strode determinedly to the long rudimentary bar, the batwing doors of the saloon swinging closed behind him. He ordered a whiskey, neat, pouring it down his throat in one swallow before ordering another. He felt rather than saw the slight hesitation of the bartender, a rotund fellow new to the district. Hickok’s hard glare set the barkeep straight without the necessity of language. The second shot was in his hand almost immediately.

James turned his back on the overly nervous man. The glass of whiskey was held loosely in his hand as his sharp eyes surveyed the saloon. His lip curled in an unconscious sneer as he watched the denizens of the
bar going about their usual nightly business.

The light shimmering from randomly placed oil lamps did it’s best to dispel the gloom of the narrow chamber, but shadows still capered in every corner. The inebriated piano player plunked at seemingly random keys
of his instrument, creating a raucous tune that knew neither rhyme nor reason. The so-called music reverberated off the clapboard walls, joining with the din of loud male voices to produce a cacophony of sound.
The shrill laughter of a painted woman drifted like smoke across the crowded room.

Karen
The word choice used in this story was awesome. I could just picture James Butler Hickok as he surveyed the saloon and looked back at his past.
Great read!

Aislynn

Lost & Found

at Riders Fantasy

 Kat felt as if she were waiting on pins and needles all day Saturday. That evening when Carol was helping her with her hair, she could hardly sit still. Kat was a little apprehensive about her clothing, which was a rarity. But her gown was more fancy than what Rachel was planning on wearing. Kat had almost decided she wouldn't wear it, but Rachel talked her into wearing the lovely gown. It was the same gown she'd worn to her last party in Scotland. Looking into the mirror Kat didn't see the upswept russet curls or the deep blue color of her gown, instead she saw all of her friends back in Scotland wishing her and her family a fond farewell. She remembered the feel of the dancing, the lilt of the music, the warm sound of her friends' voices all around her. A feeling of homesickness came over her for a moment, but then she thought of the friends she had made in Rock Creek, and the brother that she had found. She'd not change a thing. "Kat! Buck's here, now dinna keep!
him waiting!"

Tyra
I symphatized with Kat's mixed emotions while she was watching the beautiful dress in the mirror. It was a perfect picture of contradiction.