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  1. SHHHHH! Be quite ya'll, dont be saying the place is quiet. If you do that Admins like Brian and MaryAnne will definately notice when something changes, if it changes and when..... and if somethings added or taken away! Soo hush... shhhh. *Chuckles.*
  2. "Alright, lets hurry there comin damn close." Chet clicked to his horse. "C'mon Red." The horse followed at a slow jog sensing the urgency. B.L turned and headed back towards the house and she hoped safety for Chet. They hadn't been that far from it so it only took a few minutes to get there as the brisk pace they were walking to try and avoid the dogs and state police. "Just put him in the barn. I'm sorry we don't have any grain but there should be some hay in there we've been storing it for one of the local farmer's who's barn burned down a while back." He nodded and led the horse into the barn, putting him in one of the old empty stalls and untacking him in a hurry. Quickly he tossed the horse enough hay to keep him quiet for the rest of the afternoon and hurried for the house. The police were dangerously close now and he ducked inside the rear door just in time. B.L had been standing at the window looking out for the police while he tended to his horse. She'd went inside to gather the supplies she'd need to care for his neck. "Is the bullet still in?" B.L asked as he came in the door she too could hear the dogs getting closer even from inside the house it sounded like they were on top of Chet's trail. Chet swallowed hard, it had been a long time since he'd been in a house and even longer since he'd had close contact with another human being. He shook his head in reply and dipped his hand in to cover the wound under his shirt collar. "No, was a rifle slug." Under his hand he could feel the ragged flesh the large rifle shell had left behind. Opening the first aid kit on the table B.L indicated the chair in front of her. "Have a seat so I can stop the bleeding and bandage it then." She however didn't move to force him to do as she said she was going to do this on his terms only not risking the possibility of scaring him off. Hesitating he sat down in the chair and pealed his shirt off. Without the aid of the shirt to soak up the blood it ran down his left pectorial. The flesh of the base of his neck was a mess, the slug had been big and left a good measure of damage behind. His other wound from the run in with buckshot had scabbed over, but was festering with infection since he couldn't reach it to remove the metal pieces. B.L took the cloth she had on the table and dipped it in the pan of warm water also sitting there. She gently wiped at the dripping blood in order to have a better look at the wound, noticing the scabbed over but obviously infected other wound she asked. "What happened here?" The blood now wiped away so she could see she reached in the first aid kit retrieving the gauze making a pad holding it firmly on the bleeding wound to stop the flow of blood. He bulked alittle as she squeezed the wound but stayed still. His eyes lowered shamefully, he'd been stealing when he'd caught load of buckshot. "I caught a spray of buckshot, richoceted. I cant reach it to get the pieces out." "Looks infected, I'd best do something about that too before gangrene sets in." She replied calmly not incriminating him in any way. However she did suspect that he'd been stealing when it had happened but could only guess that it had been food. His brow creased but he nodded. "Ok." Chet answered, sitting considerably still and relaxed. He sighed feeling weak from hunger and now the blood loss, B.L. could have counted his ribs he looked so gawnt and starved. As the flow of blood from the rifle slug wound began to taper off B.L cleaned it thouroughly with some antiseptic placing a bandage over it and taping the edges. "I've got to sterilize something to get the pieces from the buckshot out." Moving over to a cupboard she pulled out a pan filling it with water then sat it on the stove to heat dropping in a small knife that she would use to dig the pieces out with. B.L could now truly see how starved the young man was at her table and asked "would you like something to eat? It'll only take a minute to whip something up." "No.... " He breathed in a few times blinking his eyes and swaying in the seat. "I think I should lay down though." "Ok, the livingroom is right through there you can lay on the couch and I'll be there in a second to take that buckshot out." B.L pointed through the door of the kitchen to the livingroom beyond. "Ok." Chet nodded and got up makin his way to the living room and the couch. He paused and looked around the livingroom. Memories came back to him, he could remember being there as a young boy. Teetering he laid down on his chest on the couch and blinked his eyes slowly his head spinning for a few moments. Then like a light switch that someone turned off he sunk against the cushions, passing out. Coming into the livingroom a few moments later another bowl of water and a clean cloth in hand along with the steralized knife which was wrapped in another cloth and the first aid kit B.L sat the things on the cofeetable. Opening the first aid kit again and unwrapping the knife she turned to Chet and noticed he'd passed out, that was just as well though it meant she wouldn't have to give him anything to ease the pain while she worked to remove the buckshot.
  3. (This post is a joint effort by BL and Chet.) Chet grabbed onto his horses mane as the horse reached the Davenport fence line, at the last possible moment the horse knew he couldn't leap the fence and crashed into. The big Thoroughbred fell through the fence his rider tumbling across the ground. In second the firery Red steed was back on his feet, two snarling German Sherpherd police dogs rushed the horse. The equines ears laid back knowing his master was down on the ground, he reared at the dogs squealing shrilly at them and striking the air. The dogs stopped there rush at the horse, still growling and snarling. With ear laid back and teeth bared the big horse lit into the dogs, bitting one and chasing both back they way they'd come, while his rider regained his feet through the broken fencing. B.L had started to approach Chet to see if he was hurt much from the fall but when the big horse had reared and squealed she took a few steps back so she wouldn't get caught in the cross fire. When the dogs had fled she came over to the fence where Chet was getting back to his feet. "Are you alright?" she asked not showing the usual fear or disdain for him that most people in town showed. Chet backed up away from BL quickly, wary, ready to run. Surely she was after him as well. He breathed hard from the exaperation of his escape. His back pressed against the fencing that remained standing. "Stay back!" Chet's eyes were wide in fear, his mind scrambling so fast he didn't knotice her lack of distain and lack of anger towards him. His horse trotted back from chasing the dogs away, sputtering a mouth full of canine hair. B.L took a couple steps back giving Chet his space hoping he would realize she wasn't a threat. She now saw the blood running down from the gunshot wound in the base of his neck but she didn't dare approach closer to have a better look. "That needs taking care of or ya gonna bleed to death." Sighing BL's brow creased "I know why ya running and I also know you didn't do it. I was in the bank that day and saw it all." She wanted him to know she knew the truth no matter what others wanted to believe. The feeling of warm wet blood soaking up his shirt heartily was not a good sign, Chet knew, he raised his right hand and clutched the wound. He swallowed creasing his brow. "I didn't murder anyone... I have no idea why they think that. Why are they chasing me?" His mismatched eyes traveled over her form head to toe, gauging her by her demeanor, surprised when she stepped back rather they try and keep him from running. His horse stretched his neck out as far as he could to sniff her, ears half cocked back. "I know you didn't kill anyone....One of the men looked a little like you and one of the kids in town was murdered in cold blood. Naturally his mother was distraught and she blamed you and others were quick to follow her accusation." B.L stayed in her place as she explained what she had seen and heard in the bank at the time of the robbery and murders. "I told Enos you didn't do it that I had seen the one who did face to face but he didn't believe me." She flicked her eyes in the direction of the sniffing horse but made no move to touch him in any way just letting him sniff her. "Red... come." Chet called his horse and the gelding came to him obediently, Chet rubbd his hand on the white blaze on the horses face. "Why arent you pinning it on me too? Im sure theres a nice shiny penny for the person who turns me in." He paused watching her. "Of course Enos didn't believe you, his heads full of stuffin just like the Sheriff." B.L shrugged in answer to his question "why pin it on ya when I saw the real person responsible do it? That wouldn't be right just to get the reward money which I don't need that bad. I prefer to earn my money honestly." She didn't totally agree with him about Enos he was a good man but often was led astray by Rosco but this she kept to herself. Chet snorted in amusement. "Why pin it on me... why not, everything else is pinned on me. Just because I aint got a dime in my pocket to buy a meal with, and I just happen to be clever enough to snatch one so I dont starve." His eyes narrowed on her alittle. "So what are you going to do, since you so conviently got me cornered?" B.L just looked at him a moment then speaking "I don't believe in falsely accusing people especially of things I know for a fact they didn't do." Folding her arms shifting her weight to one leg reguarding him carefully it was true she had him cornered and could easily turn him in but she wasn't going to do that. "I ain't gonna do a thing. I'd like to help ya before you bleed to death if you'll let me." Dogs howled and muffled voices echoed from the direction of town. Chet's head turned sharply, the police where on his tracks and closing in. His brow creased deeper and he looked at his horse then back at BL. "Ive got to get outta here. Or I am going to jail for murder." "Come back to the house let me take care of that wound. They won't know your there cos they think your on the move so won't bother stopping at anyone's farm or house to see if your there." She turned her own head in the direction of the howling dogs and voices if he didn't make up his mind soon they surely would catch him. Chet gripped his horses reins tightly. "What about my horse?" He glanced at the sound and moved towards her, he knew he was bleeding bad and if he ran he risked getting caught. "We'll put him in the barn, by some chance they do search out buildings and such and find him it's not uncommon for folks around here to have a horse." She watched him come a little closer, it looked as though he was going to trust her.
  4. "I didn't murder anyone..." Chet grimaced as he breathed. His ribs aching from behind hit by the shovel. He could hear the siren drawing near and began to struggle against his binds rolling over to avoid more swings from the shovel. Chet forced himself up onto his knees and raised his bound wrists as Jim McDougal swung down to strike him with the shovel again. The shovel hit the ropes cutting through them an into Chet's arm. He yelped loudly, baring the pain of the gash he yanked the ropes from around his ankles and tackled the store owner. Chet drew back his fist and punched the older man in the face once hard enough to daze him. Stumbling from the beating as he made his way out the front entrance of the store. As he came out the front door he barely stepped out onto the side walk and a shot rang out. A incrediable force slammed him back against the front of the building. Chet's head swam from getting jacked against the building a hot firely pain licked up the side of his neck. Blinking hard he shook his head and pushed himself up onto his knees then on his feet. Staggering he whistled loudly at the edge of the side walk. Hearing the whistle his horse trotted up to him quickly and Chet vaulted onto his back. Pulls bit into the ground at the horses feet and the side of the building as he galloped back the way he'd ridden in. State police arrived with Rosco, firing shots at the fleaing outlaw. They turned there tracking dogs loose to chase after the horse and rider. The gallant, long legged Thoroughbred horse gallaped as fast as he could down the trail, making tracks for the hide out and taking every short cut possible, even cutting through the back of the Davenport property.
  5. Enos Strate shook his head as he sipped the ice cold buttermilk that BL had served him. "I saw the video of the robbery from the bank, it was him without a doubt. I aim to make sure he's caught and put away for what he did." *THE NEXT DAY* Completely unaware that he was being hunted, Chet saddled his horse up in the Sleepy City and rode for town. He needed some more coffee beans and some sugar from the dry goods store. The majority of the state police were hunting him in the moutains and the surround counties, most people expected him to have run far away to escape. He rode right into the back of town, approaching the rear of the buildings through an old dirt road. Once he reached the rear of the dry goods store he stopped and dismounted his horse, leaving the steed in the warm sunshine. "Stay Red, I'll be right back." Chet left his horse and made his way around the front of the store, taking the few dollars from his pocket that he had to buy Coffee and Sugar with. Not paying any mind to anyone that was around.
  6. Chet wandered down the alley between the buildings and made his way behind them, staying away from people as he always did. It was time to get back to his hide out for the day and get his stale food in a cooler. The news of the robbery did not fall on his ears as he mounted his waiting horse and rode out of town. His hide out the old abandoned ghost town, properly named "The Sleepy City." Mean while in town the head of Georgia State police immediately reviewed the video that had been taken at the bank during the robbery. Within an hour after the review was complete a all out APB was issued for Chet. A warrant for his arrest was publically announced and a grand reward of $20,000 if captured dead or alive. Wanted posters went up quickly through out the town, and the surrounding areas. Including Chalktaw, Chickasaw and Chickamahoney. State police officers arrived by the backers dozen, with them came a half a dozen of the best tracking dogs in the state of Georgia. Only a few short hours after the robbery, a all out combing had begun. The real criminals bedded down in a cave deep below the dangerous peek of kissing cliff. Counting up there loot and gobbling down on the wanderous food they had prearranged to have before the robbery. The canyon was the hide out of a genius, for very few people ever dared climb down the trecherous cliff. Laughter echoed from inside the market. "That dirty rascal, he's gonna get whats coming to him now!" Ron, the butcher commented as he watched the news report on a TV at the corner of his cutting counter. (Cue B.L.)
  7. Oblivious to the robbery that had just taken place, Chet gathered his bag of stale food and wandered out of the alley. As he turned the corner he bumped into the nasty robber with the gaurds uniform on. They met each eye to eye for a split second then stepped past each other and continued walking. The robbers got into the armed vehicle and drove away without a hitch. The alarm in the bank sounded drawing Rosco and Enos from the Sheriffs department. Chet wandered down the side walk ducking between a couple of buildings as the sheriff and deputy hurried into the bank. In side the bank the boy that had been shot lay of the floor in a pool of blood, he'd passed minutes before. The two gaurds that had been shot lay dead as well. Enos quickly released the people from being locked in the filing room, the boys mother weeping over his body. Rosco quickly gathered the camera that had filmed the entire robbery from the corner of the room and rushed back to the police department to view the film. He contacted the State Police, there was no way he was going beable to handle three murders and a robbery alone. (Cue B.L.)
  8. The bank cart stopped and a man in a gaurds uniform, with black hair, a sharply trimmed goatee and brown eyes crawled out from under it. He brandished two 9mm pistols, raising them and taking aim at the chests of the other two gaurds. "BANG BANG" All the people in the bank screamed and chaos broke out, women, children and men ducked for cover in terror. "NO BODY MOVES!!" The phoney gaurd fired a round into the ceiling of the bank. People screamed and a small boy ran from the cover of a banking desk to get to his mother who huddled in the corner. The dirty gaurd leveled his gun on running child and cut the boy down. "BANG!" With a terrible shriek of pain the boy fell to the floor, a blood wound in his chest. His mother raced foreward and dropped down to her knees crying beside her child. "EVERYONE EMPTY YOUR POCKETS! NOW! MOVE IT!" One of the three men dressed in dark clothing barked while his comrads gathered the money from the bank tellers. (Cue B.L.)
  9. *Two Days Later* "Has that shipment arrived at the bank yet Enos?" Rosco barked a question at his long time deputy Enos Strate. Enos shook his head. "No Sheriff, no sign of it yet." Rosco only nodded and closed the door into his office. Down in town square the town bustled as usual people coming an going left and right. Going about there every day business, ladies shopping for spring dresses, or that extra pair of warm socks for the cold days still in the near future. Even the bank was as busy as ever on this day, the door never closing for more then a few moments before another person made there way in or out. Four men dressed in dark clothing came in casually close to the noon hour and took a seat calmly. Each buisied himself with something, one cracking open a book, another a lap top pc, the others sorted through banking papers. Not a sole in the bank paid the four men any mind at all. Down in the alley between the bank and the bakery, Chet winced as he lifted a heavy box from the back of a shipping truck. The side of the box read, "Food Coloring." He carried the box up a couple of steps and placed it just inside the back of the bakery. Then he returned to the truck to heft a couple of sacks of sugar, then flour and some other cooking supplies. Mrs. Barns at the bakery occasionally checked in to make sure all her supplies had arrived as ordered. Once Chet had finished unloading the truck, Mrs. Barns brought him a large plastic bag of day old bread, stale cookies and crushed donuts. He was always timid, knowing that many people in town feared him and had great distain for him. Mrs. Barns never handed the bag to him, she'd tried and he had just backed away until she placed it on the step. "Thank you for your help. Same time again next week?" She asked with a soft smile steping back so he'd take the bag from the step. Chet watched her, brow creased in wariness, he picked up the bag and nodded. "Yes, that'd be great. Thank you." He carried the bag away picking a nice warm place in the sun shine behind the backery to open the bag and shovel down the food hungrily. (CUE B.L. DAVENPORT)
  10. Being arrested just wasn't on Chet's to do list. He looked at the two that had him cornered, he'd faced worse odds in worse shape. His stomach grumbled in hunger and he pressed his lips. "I ain't going to jail." Without any warning at all he rushed the owner knocking the guy down and sprinting for the back door way. Jack chased after him running as fast as he could. Chet ducked into the pines he'd hidden in earlier and slipped around the back of them. His big red chestnut horse waited, nibbling at the dead grass. With the meat still clutched in his hand he lept into his saddle and squeezed his horses flanks tightly. The long legged Thoroughbred galloped up the other side of the dry creek bank and hurried escaping through the brush. Jack didn't have a chance. He returned to the market shaking his head. "Im sorry Ron, he got away." Ron grumbled brushing himself off. "This is the last straw." He pressed his lips and went behind the counter to take BL's order. "Im sorry about that, this is twice now in two weeks, Ive lost nearly 17 pounds of meat to that filthy animal. What can I get for ya today?" (CUE B.L. DAVENPORT)
  11. Jack and Ron grabbed for the meat that Chet clutched as he scrambled to get up. Cracker boxs scattering everywhere as he gained his feet and paused having heard the female yelp of surprise. He met the eyes of the Davenport women, his wounded back twitching in pain. The gaze lasted only a moment before Jack and Ron were trying to wrestle the raw meat away from him. He swung punching the younger man in the jaw and backing up towards the walk in meat locker as John, the other worker joined the struggle. There was nowhere to, the three men had him cornered. "Finally got you ya low down mangy yella bellied cur. You've stolen from me for the last time you piece of ****. Jack! Call the sheriff, tell him we've got a thief cornered." Ron smirked keeping his eyes pealed on the cornered outlaw. Chet bristled at mention of the old sheriff, Rosco had had eager hands to throw him under the jail for a long time now. Nothing would please the old sheriff more then to have him handed over to him, nice and pretty like. (CUE B.L. DAVENPORT)
  12. The fresh stew beef that BL was seeking came in from the back of the market as she was looking into the display counter. Ron, the head butcher and owner of the market placed the big bowl of fresh meat on the cutting table behind the counter and began to weigh it all before putting it in the display. “Good morning BL. One of the boys will be right here to help you a few moments ok.†He smiled at her as he emptied the bowl. Chet had watched Ron pick up the bowl and take it inside, leaving the remaining beef hanging unwatched. A large front shoulder lay on the chopping block near the hanging meat, bearing 10-12 pounds of flesh on white bone. He ducked out of the pines sleekly and made his way up to the block to snatch the leg. His shoulder aching Chet grabbed the bone picking up the hearty chunk of meat with it. The butcher came out the rear door way only feet way just as he lifted the meat off the block. A scrap two by four struck Chet hard enough to knock him down, and he scrambled to get back up as fast as possible, clutching onto his meal. “Drop it you damn theif! Thats my meat!†Ron snarled and grabbed for the two by four as Chet hurried to get away, the butcher blocking his path. “Ya aint going anywhere with that, drop it! DROP IT NOW!†“NO!†Chet snarled and stumbled through the back door way and past the meat locker. It was the wrong way he knew, going into the market was a bad idea but he was hell bent on getting away. The butcher hurried after him as he breached the tile flooring into front isle of the store. Afraid for his customer he threw the two by four against the back of Chet’s legs, sending the young man sprawling onto the floor and knocking into a stack of cracker boxes right beside BL. The meat staying tightly clutched in one hand. "Give me that meat you filthy animal!" The owner yelled and the two other fellas that worked there hurried foreward. (CUE B.L. DAVENPORT)
  13. *Hazzard County 2005 Sometime in early January* A pair of hungry mismatched eyes watched from a strand of Georgian pines behind the market on the end of Maple St in the town of Hazzard. The thermometer on the side of the build was showing little red, the air was cold, the ground frozen with a dusting of snow. A freshly killed cow hung from the back of the market, the butcher there removing the outer fat from the beef before starting on cutting up the meat. Chet glanced from watching the butcher start on the fresh meet to the parking lot of the market. It was early morning and no customers had arrived yet, a perfect time to try snatch a piece of the meat without being seen. His stomach growled hungrily as he adverted his attention back on the deep red beef flesh. He couldn’t help but like his lips, the young Duke boy hadn’t touched a good meal in over a week. Blood dripped from the back of the cowboys black canvas jacket onto the frozen brown grass near the trees. A fresh wound in his shoulder evidence that he’d already failed in one attempt on a meal earlier that morning. The load of buckshot in his shoulder made the muscles quiver, the warm fresh blood steamed in the cold. But his patience loomed as he waited, the butcher would fill the large steal bowl full of the fresh meat and leave to take it into the market to be wrapped. Then would be his chance to snatch a chunk of the meat and be gone before anyone noticed it missing. ( CUE B.L. DAVENPORT )
  14. "Your gonna get your hash cooked by them if you aint careful. This bunch is bad news, they'll burn this town down after they've toyed with it." Chet grumbled scooting back to sit up against the pillows. "And what exactly do you plan to do when you find there camp? What good is it gonna do us?" Chet raised his brow curiously at Konrad. (Cue Konrad.)
  15. On the evening of the fourth night, the gang settled into the salloon for a card game, a hearty watered down drink and some female company. Chet lay awake listening to them whooping and hollering up a storm. "Boy we really dusted that kids ass. He screamed like a comachee when I shot him off his horse. That mismtached eyed green horn never knew what hit him." The sharp shooter of the gang bragged as he guzzled his beer, he'd shot Chet in the back with his rifle. Ears perked up at the mention of the attack on Chet, bringing the newest addition to the gang out of his own stressing thoughts. He knew they probably expected him to lay his claim to the beauty he had marked as his, and they would be right there watching. He knew it would be wrong as she was his sister but it was turning out the only way to keep her safe. Turning his attention to the one who spoke. "Really? A fine shooter like yourself, last i heard he was still alive...i though you would've killed him in one shot." Konrad said. Even though he was rather relaxed around them didn't mean his guard of them were held high. Chet straitened his back, he could here what the guy who'd saved him said. It dawned on him suddenly that quite possibly and most likely he'd saved him only so he could kill him himself. He gritted his teeth and scooted to the edge of the bed. Down stairs the gangs leader answered Konrad. "Alive? Impossible, we went back and finished him off. Laid him wide open, he was nothing but shreds for the coyotes." He nodded respectively and threw his head back to swallow the shot of whiskey. "Musta been the wind tellin' tales then" He shrugged. "Pitty i wanted him for myself. As you quiet possibly saw he tried to lay me out last week." He put down one card he didn't need, as he had a pretty good hand. He had told the painted lady to come and get him later so he could see the boy. The gang knew of her services so they would think he was just going up for some company. "Where are you going?" The painted lady watching over Chet asked when he got up and tried to get dressed. "Outta here. He only dragged me back here so he could kill me himself. Well if he thinks its gonna be that easy hes got something coming to him!" Chet growled out his answer and she shook her head and pressed him back down on the bed. It was hard, even with him weakened from his wounds he weighed nearly 200lbs and was solid muscle. "No please its not like that." She begged him. "Please stay, talk to him." Chet pressed his lips annoyed. She hurried out the door closing it behind her and went down rearraging herself quickly. Alittle hurriedly she wrapped herself around Konrad and whispered in his ear. "Hurry, hes tryin to leave, he thinks your betraying him." Allison whispered and giggled putting on a show. "Well hey there..." He smiled and looked as he felt arms around him. He looked at his cards then back up at her. Damn he was about to win too. Sighing he laid down his cards. "Gentlemen, i must take my leave." Each man in the gang nodded and continued without him. The painted lady lead him up the stairs like she was in a hurry to get down to business. Chet had managed to get his denims on and leaned against the window sill in the room weakly. His upper body still heavily bandaged. He let himself get pulled from the chair. At the stairs he grabbed her and pressed her up against the wall and kissed her, putting on a little show for the boys. Then let her lead him the rest of the way to the room. She kissed him back surprised, he was a damn good kisser. "Mmmm" She led him into the room relieved that Chet had not left. Chet exhaled a breath of smoke from his cigarrett. "I heard what you said down there." "Well look at that, sunshines awake." He grinned, then turned serious. "And hey im only sayin' what they wanna hear, i got double standards down there. they could turn on me faster then a rattlesnake." Chet snorted at the comment, he wasn't born with much of a sense of humor, it wasn't his fault just genetics. "Why did you save me?" Should he tell him? He frowned, concidering his options. "Because as the lady said, if ya die all the crap from keepin' this town safe would fall on me, and i don't plan ta be sickin' around here fer that long..." The younger mans head tilted curiously. "But isnt that what you came here for? To take my place as the top outlaw in this town?" Chet paused, considering. "Who the hell are you anyway?" He crossed his arms over his chest. "I came here for some rest, YOU are the one that dragged me into this crap. If ya woulda left me alone i woulda been long gone by now." He didn't answer the last question. Chet couldnt help but growl alittle, everything always seemed like his fault. "I never leave anyone alone, I make it my business to know what every drifter that comes in here keeps on drifting." He pressed his lips. "How'd you find me out there? How'd you know?" "Considering that i saw head off in the direction and 4 of the gang rode outta town like the devil were on their tails i followed." He answered. "Plus i ain't totally blind when it comes to outlaws as i am one myself i know how they act." The younger outlaw watched the older one, analizing him from head to toe. "Who are you?" He gazed now not intending to let the guy off the hook. "Whats it to you? I already told ya my name." He asked narrowing his eyes. "Im an outlaw too, and I know when I have a run in with someone... who's too damn much like myself. Someone like you." "There's nothing else to it, thats it." He persisited, if he told the younger his real last name and the Millitary caught wind of it, they'd be down here faster then bee's to honey. Chet gritted his teeth, he just couldnt get the guy to come clean with his true name. "The hell there aint. Thanks for your help, Ive got business to take care of." He grimaced pulling his shirt on and buckling on his guns. "Wheres my horse? And my rifle?" He moved and grabbed the younger and pressed him back into the bed. "Don't be stupid, in the condition you're in you'll be dead before you stepped outta the door, and so will i for that matter, like i said im critisied under double standards so if they find me in here with you and you're not dead, well goodbye to me too...courtesy of my new gang...." He saw the look on Chet's face. "And yes i had no choice but to join them and no i ain't gonna sell ya out to them." Chet didnt have any choice but to back up and lay back down on the bed. He was still too weak to argue or fight back against the older outlaw. "You always have a choice." He sighed, he trusted the other guy wouldn't sell him out. (Cue Konrad.)
  16. The gang loomed around the town, feeling and acting as if they owned it. Taking what they wanted, who they wanted and when they wanted it. The leader however kept his promise and didn't allow any of his gents to lay a hand on Daisy. They gorged themselves on the towns weak treasures for three days, they were in no hurry. After three day Chet could sit up in bed and shovel down a good size bowl of stew that the painted lady had bright him. "Thank you Allison, I will owe you greatly after this." Chet replied as he handed her the empty bowl. She smiled at him. "You wont owe me anything, just as long as you live to keep the scum outta my bed." He chuckled and nodded. "Deal." (Cue Konrad)
  17. Upstairs in the salloon the painted lady craddled the young Duke boys head in the crook of her arm as she spooned the broth into his mouth. Chet swallowed it because he knew if he didn't he'd choke on it, and she was damn pursistant in getting it in his belly. "If only people knew what trouble this towns gonna be in if ya savior out there don't come through." The soiled dove shoveled more of the broth down his throat. "Aint it funny how loosing this towns enemy would be like loosing a friend. Atleast they always knew you, these fellas... there strangers." Chet swallowed the brother his eyes narrow in pain from his wounds as he listened to her. Giving it all he had to hold onto his life. (Cue the one and only Konrad Duke)
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