COWL a RWBY fanfiction (RWBY x OC'S)

Walker Trailer

In the southern part of Atlas
In the town of San Antone
There's a fortress all in ruins that the weeds have overgrown
You may look in vain for crosses and you'll never see a-one

A young boy in a heavy coat sat in a horse overlooking an abandoned fortress as he watched over the cattle as they grazed on what grass they could find

But sometimes between the setting and the rising of the sun
You can hear a ghostly bugle
As the men go marching by
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.
Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim Bowie
Present and accounted for.

As the campfire started up and the chef started to cook dinner the boy felt a chill down his back and swore he heard voices that didn't belong to the men at the fire

Back in 1836, Houston said to Travis
"Get some volunteers and go
Fortify the Alamo."
Well the men came from Atlas
And from old Mistral
And they joined up with Travis
Just to fight for the right to be free.
Indian scouts with squirrel guns
Men with muzzle-loaders
Stood together, heel and toe
To defend the Alamo.

The boy had been replaced overlooking the herd and he now sat at the campfire as one of the older cowboys told him the story behind the base

"You may ne'er see your loved ones, "
Travis told them that day
"Those who want to can leave now
Those who fight to the death let 'em stay."
In the sand he drew a line
With his army sabre
Out of a hundred eighty five
Not a soldier crossed the line

the boy looked in awe as the flames changed to show the event because of the older mans semblance

With his banners a-dancin'
In the dawn's golden light
Santa Anna came prancing
On a horse that was black as the night.
Sent an officer to tell
Travis to surrender

In the flames a man sat on a horse as another man ran towards in the direction of the fortress

Travis answered with a shell
And a rousing rebel yell
Santa Anna turned scarlet
"Play deguello!" he roared
"I will show them no quarter
Every one will be put to the sword!"

The mans horse reared back as a cannonball flew over his head

One hundred and eighty five
Holding back five thousand
Five days, six days, eight days, ten
Travis held and held again
Then he sent for replacements
For his wounded and lame

The flames changed to show early Atlesian troops as the fortress was hit with cannon fire

But the troops that were coming
Never came, never came, never came...
Twice he charged and blew recall
On the fatal third time
Santa Anna breached the wall
And he killed 'em, one and all
Now the bugles are silent
And there's rust on each sword
And the small band of soldiers...
Lie asleep in the arms of the Lord...

The flames died down into a normal fire as the man finished the tale and the boy took of his hat as did the other men around the fire

In the southern part of Texas
Near the town of San Antone
Like a statue on his pinto rides a cowboy all alone

The boy had been given watch over the herd once more as rustlers attacked

And he sees the cattle grazing where a century before
Santa Anna's guns were blazing and the cannons used to roar

The boy took his rifle and yelled out in warning as he began to shoot at the rustlers

And his eyes turn sorta misty
And his heart begins to glow
And he takes his hat off slowly...
To the men of Alamo.
To the thirteen days of glory
At the siege of Alamo...

The boy took a shot to the shoulder as he fell off his horse, the rustlers killed off the rest of the cowboys thinking the boy was dead and mad off with the cattle

A bullhead landed and medics picked his body up and put him on a stretcher

The last thing the boy saw was a woman in white with matching hair before everything went black

When the boy awoke a man in a green suit stood to his left

Ozpin: So your awake, I've given you an invitation join beacon Academy, that is if you want to! young??

???: my name is Walker Garcia