I laid down on my bed, enjoying the semi-quiet. I heard the door crack open a little. I opened one of my eyes to Bell's head poke through. She smiled and said, "Hey. Doc, Anton, and Butch said they found a bank on the edge of town. Next to the clock tower. Do you want to drop the money off there?" I thought about it. The town's really busy today. "Wait till nightfall. Nobody will be able to see us then." She nodded and was about to leave when she said, "Oh. One more thing. There's a town faire tonight, everyone's going. Could we, um......." "No." I said. She said, "Aw, pleeeeaaaaase? I heard there'll be dancing, games, pie. You know how Anton feels about pie. He's gonna be awful sore at ya." I said, "Well, you can explain to him that fairs require you to give up yer guns. If we're recognized and attacked by cowboys, then we're dead. We are not going." She sighed and left. 'Bout an hour later I get a knock at my door. "Who is it?" I called out. It was the bartender. He said, "I-I think you should go outside."
I went outside and looked around. The towns people were looking and murmuring towards the clock tower, so that's where I went. I saw the scene. That slack-jawed idgit was holding Doc in the air by the scruff of his neck. "Where is he? Where is that little sunava...... Where is He!?" His buddies were with him. Two of the biggest of them were holding Butch to the ground. There was another holding Antonio with his hands behind his back. Bell was uselessly flinging fists onto one of them. She said, "Let him go!" The man laughed and back handed her, she fell to the ground. I pulled out my gun, but before I could aim it there was a "Bang!" and the man fell over with a bullet in his head. Everyone looked at the shooter, and he wasn't much older than us. He had standard clothes: boots, gun belt, hat. He had an angered look on his face, but at the same time he had a bit of twinkle in his eye, like a child enjoying himself. I walked up to the gang. "You let them go, right now! Or there gonna be four more graves to dig!" He looked at me and the kid. He let Doc drop. He got up and dusted himself off. The others let Anton and Butch go. I could tell Butch was itching to kill someone. My friends move over to my side and drew their guns (Doc pulled out his smaller, non-fancy, one). The new guy was standing between me and Bell. I heard him whisper, "You alright, darlin?" She sniffed and nodded. I'll have to worry about my position of authority later.
I said, "You should have just walked away. Boy." I grinned as his face went red with anger. He raged, "You think you gonna kill us and get away with it? Do you know who I is? Who we is?" "Doesn't seem to matter now." Doc taunted. He said, "I am Jeremiah Winstenchester! I am a Cowboy! You kill me, and the rest of us will hunt you down like the dogs you are!" I smirked. "Greendales. Let the one with the big mouth live. The rest of them have Judgement Day to see." We shot all except Jeremiah. He cowarded in fear as his buddies dropped around him. After he was done he scrambled away, yelling behind him. "You ain't seen the last of us! You can't win!" I shot a bullet in his direction, but a little above him. We laughed as he stumbled over when he heard the shot.
After he scattered away. I looked over and saw a flower of a girl. She's an Asian girl. She looked about fourteen, or fifteen. She had a purple dress and hat. She had long, dark hair, and I caught a glimpse of her gray eyes. She's carrying a basket, and standing next to a grown white man. Who rushed her over elsewhere, saying, "C'mon, Jade. Time to get ready for the faire tonight."
Maybe a night of fun isn't such a bad idea after all.
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