COWL a RWBY fanfiction (RWBY x OC'S)

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Nobody knew where he came from
They only knew he came in

Qrow Branwen sat at a bar in a saloon when a short boy walked through the doors
Slowly he walked to the end of the bar
And he ordered up one slug of gin

The boy threw some lien on the bar as he sat on the stool next to Qrow
???: I'll take what he's having

Well, I could see that he wasn't a large man
I could tell that he wasn't too tall
I judged him to be about five-foot-three

The bartender began to pour the drink as Qrow looked the boy up and down

And his voice was a soft Vacuan drawl
Said he was needin' some wages
Before he could ride for the west

???:I'm looking for a job, think you can hook me up
The man behind the bar pulled out a newspaper and opened it to the ad section

Said he could do most all kind of work
Said he could ride with the best
There in his blue eyes was sadness
That comes from the need of a friend
And though he tried, he still couldn't hide
The loneliness there, deep within

Qrow looked at the boy some more and noticed the familiar loneliness in the boy's eyes

Said he would work through the winter
For thirty a month and his board
I started to say where he might land a job
When a fellow came in through the door

Qrow opened his mouth the speak when a big burly man walked in

And I could tell he was lookin' for trouble
From the way that he came stompin' in
He told me to leave Shorty there by himself
Come down and wait on a man

The man who had just come in began to make fun of the boy for his size

The eyes of the little man narrowed
The smile disappeared from his face
Gone was the friendliness that I had seen
And a wild look of hate took its place

A look of irritation had begun to show on the boy's face as his eye twitched slightly

But the big one continued to mock him
And he told me that I'd better go
Find him a couple of glasses of milk
Then maybe Shorty would grow

The boy stood up and looked at the man as his arm moved towards his waist

When the little man spoke, there was stillness
He made sure that everyone heard
Slowly he stepped away from the bar
And I still remember these words

???: You might want to watch your tongue it's not nice to make fun of people

"Oh, it's plain that you're lookin' for trouble
Trouble's what I try to shun
If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get
'Cause cowboy, we're both packin' guns"

The boy held open his coat revealing a gun on his hip as the larger mans eyes widened

His hand was already positioned
Feet wide apart on the floor
I hadn't noticed but there on his hip
Was a short-barreled bad .44
It was plain he was ready and waitin'
He leaned a bit forward and said
"When you call me 'Shorty, ' say 'mister, ' my friend
Maybe you'd rather be dead"

The man had recovered from his shock and moved his hand towards his own gun as he continued to mock the boy

In the room was a terrible silence
As the big one stepped out on the floor
All drinkin' stopped and the tick of the clock
Said death would wait ten seconds more

The saloon had grown still as both held their hands over their guns the clock on the wall made the only noise

He cursed once or twice in a whisper
And he said with a snarl on his lips
"Nobody's "mister" to me, little man!"
And he grabbed for the gun on his hip
But the little man's hand was like lightning

The man started to draw his gun but the boy was faster

The bad .44 was the same
The .44 spoke and sent lead and smoke
And 17 inches of flame
For the big one had never cleared leather

A single gunshot rang out as the boy's pistol smoked

Beaten before he could start
A little round hole had appeared on his shirt
The bullet went clear through his heart
The little man stood there a moment
Then holstered the bad .44

The mans body fell to the floor as the boy put his gun away and began to walk out the door

"It's always this way, so I never stay"
Slowly he walked out the door
Nobody knew where he came from
They won't forget he came by
They won't forget how a .44 gun
One night made the difference in size
As for me, I'll remember the sadness
Shown in the eyes of the man
If we meet someday, you can bet I would say
That it's me, Mr. Shorty, your friend

Qrow put his drink down and ran out the door behind the boy after throwing lien on the bar

Qrow: Hey kid!

???: you too?

Qrow: no I'm not stupid, How old are you kid

???: 17

Qrow: ever think about being a huntsman?

???: a little

Qrow: I'm friends with the headmaster at beacon, I can put a good word in for you.

???: thanks

Qrow: by the way what's your name

???: Reno Owens