Cowboy

NO! GARRETT! *Swings off my horse landing practically beside Garrett, grabs hold of him and eases him to the side walk. Yanks my bandann off and presses it against my brothers chest. Creases my brow tightly, mouth ajar in anguish and fear.*

HEEEYAHH!! *Kicks my horse hard charging him from my hiding place only a short distance away. Charges my horse at Brian, driving the animal for all its speed and might. Plows right into the gun wielding Coltrane.* RUN GARRETT! GET THE HELL OUTTA HERE!!! *Draws my own gun.*

*Watches the three men from my shadowy hiding place though I can not hear what is going on. Eyes narrow and brow furrows. 'Is Garrett betraying me? I only wanted him out of trouble... this is not his fight.' Presses lips and grits my teeth continuing to watch from my vantage point. My horse stands patient and perfectly quiet.*

*Sighs heavily watching the Chevy head back for town in the moon light. Guides my horse out of the woods shortly after and follows the treeline back towards town. Stays to the dark shadows as I draw near to town, ducking my horse down the narrow alleys to watch the town square.*

*Hears the roar of the mighty Chevy engine on my back trail and although I know it could be deadly for my horse and I, veers into a heavily wooded forest. Jumping a ditch and galloping hard into the dense thicket.* (G'nyte, will continue tomarrow. Perhaps on a different board? )

*Once Brian bolts, lets him go watching for a moment. Pushes Alex's butt outta the way with the door then drags him into the cell and with a tool from my pocket locks him back up. Pockets my gun and exits the booking room, but goes the opposite way down the hall way. Climbs out the window at the end of the hall, hits the ground running. Runs to my horse who stands loyally waiting in the dark at the rear of the garage. Mounts up and rides away into the darkness.*

Oh... I mind. *Lunges forward and reaches through the bars and wacks Alex over the head with the handle of the pistol rendering Alex unconscious. Throws myself against the cell door with all my might, slamming against Brian with every muscle in my body.* (All 225 pounds of me.)

Ya willing to take that chance Alex? Im a pretty damn good shot, but hell dont take my word for it. *Cocks the gun pointed at Brian.*

*Rolls over and gets up wipping the pie off my face quickly, digs for my tools, but comes out with something else. A .45 Colt pistol, raises it and getting to my feet, stays back a couple feet from the closed bars, out of reach-in reach.* Ive got 6 shots Brian, ya best let me out.

*Grabs the side of the cell holding on with a death grip. Kicks out at Alex, aiming for his groin and gut.* HELL NO!!! *Holds on fiercely to the outta side of the cell bars, lets go for just a brief second to yank the cell door against Alex.*

Yeah... and on that enchanted evenin when you aint too busy... you can come and get your title. WITHOUT your blonde cur' dog. *Backs away.*

Then he shoulda' stolen your title... not me, since hes ranked so high. I dont see him standing here crazy enough to let ya'll out. *Backs away a couple more steps.*

I didnt break it, I just messed it up. *Watches intent on both Alex and Brian.*

*Meets Brians eyes directly, backs up a couple steps.* Hes not part of this, he cleared out. I dont want him part this, it aint his battle, you wanna fight him its on your own somewheres else.

Go ahead then, try and kick my ass when you get out. *Jams the tool into the lock hard and turns it sharp. The lock creeks and clicks releasing, grabs the cell door and eases it open. Tucks my tools away and narrows my eyes sharply.*

*Shrugs.* I know what its like being locking in there and Ive heard just about enough about ya'll wanting to kick my ass. *Gets a couple tools outta my pocket and goes to work on the cell lock.*

How would ya like to come on out and play? *Narrows eyes and smirks.*

*Watches the deputy leave the jail from the dark corner of the outside of the building. Bites my lip moving the tools around in my pocket. Moves around the building to carefully peer in the window to see the two still locked up tight. Looks around makin sure all seems pretty clear, jogs up the steps and heads on into the court house. Enters the booking room with a curled grin.* Enjoying the concrete and iron bars yet Brian? Alex?

*Puts my finger to my lips.* Shhh... c'mon, lets go someplace we can talk. *Smirks.*

*Stands outside the courthouse by the door smoking a cig and waiting for my brother Garrett puffing away at my cig impatiently. Tucked away under a pitch black stetson and cloaked in a warm sheepskin jacket.* C'mon Garrett... anytime now. *Mumbles, whispering to myself.*

*Jumps back when Brian lunges like lightening, narrows my mismtached eyes.* Im not afraid of either of you! You know where to find me.*Growls.* Im sure MaryAnne will be setting your bail soon enough. *Clears out, leavin the jail as to not poor more fuel on the fire.* ~Chet

Thank you! Thank you MaryAnne. It is a great honor and I will not screw it up, and you have releaved me of the threat of Alex. Thank you... thank you. *Approaches the bars but stays out of reach.* I know how painful this must be Brian... but after all these years... you have no idea what this short time means to me. I will not discrace the name, I promise you I will not dishonor the title. No one can stand in your shoes Brian and I dont aim to be you nor' would I ever be. You should know better that many years ago I learned theres only one Brian Coltrane. *Smiles.* ~Chet

*Low Chuckle* Thats funny, Ive been called a freight train, might as well be part of the train wreck. ~Chet

Dont buy into it MaryAnne! It wouldnt hurt Brian or Alex to let me have just a few days or a week with such a title. I believe I could handle it, I have no doubts that I could. They just dont like that Im a real "bad" instead of a finessy bad, but I have class too. I have pride and respect! C'mon, give me a try? Please? I can hold my own against the likes of Alex and his side kicks. I been around long enough to know the ropes, I know I make mistakes from time to time, but Im not a greenhorn anymore. I would be so greatful if I could just stand in those shoes for a short time, I cant even explain what it would mean to me. I dont care who I have to stand against, I'd die happy knowing I held that responsibility. ~Chet

Hey, MaryAnne *Smiles* Since Brians gonna be in jail for a while I'd like to help out... Could I be 'acting' "Lord of the Outlaws" until he gets out? Its big shoes but someones got to fill em'. Please? *Smirks* ~Chet