The Tale of The Professor Part 2

Chapter 2

The afternoon was spent as silent as it was over the last few days. Red Baron remained in his closed tent while Professor remained in his tent with a mirror in hand. He stared at the now scars lashed down his face; they stinged when Professor trailed a finger down them making him wince at the pain. When Professor was interrupted by a pair of footsteps approaching his tent.

"Professor?" the voice asked who the Professor immediately recognized as being Red Barons.

Professor gently placed the mirror back on the table then stepped over the closed tarp, throwing it aside to reveal Red Baron holding a grey buckled garment in his arms.

"If you're gonna go after Hixon, you're gonna have to look the part" He said, extending the garment to Professor.

Professor glanced at his own attire being that of an everyday grey shirt and paisley brown vest. With dark pants being completed by a black flat cap. Not a very threatening attire for the path the Professor was on. He reached out and grasped the garments in his hand. The coat was grey heavy, and felt thick,

"Try it out," Red Baron said with a grin.

Professor took a step back, closing the flap to his tent. Placing his cap on the nearby table, He slipped on the garment which fit him well. The weight laid heavy on his shoulders as he was buckling up the jacket and adjusting the collar. The pants were much less heavy but he noticed light leather padding on the lower half of the legs. Finally Professor picked up his black flat cap and threw it back on and looked at himself in the mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself, looked less of a rancher named Theodore and rather similar to a hired gun. He stepped out to see Red Baron waiting with a drink in hand, eying Professors new look.

"Now that is a menacing Outlaw, I really outdid myself this time" Red Baron smiled ,proudly taking a swig.

"It's heavy," Professor commented.

"And it's meant to be, my white haired acquaintance. most of the outfit is padded, won't stop a bullet but will keep it from causing anything un-treatable." Red Baron added.

"Where did you get all this stuff Mr.Baron?" Professor asked, rolling his arms testing the sleeves.

"Bounty Hunters, you meet them in my kind of work, they keep themselves well armed and well suited, I couldn't just let all their well managed weapons and attire rot in the dirt with them, I can't just let a potential profit go to waste." Red Baron said, taking another swig. Professor was puzzled at what he meant.

"Profit?" He asked. Red Baron nodded,

"Yeah that stuff you're wearing ain't cheap buddy and the black market finds these items very valuable" Red Baron added as he walked over to his tent and buckled his gun belt and bandolier.

The rest of the day Professor spent in his tent feeling out his new attire, while feeling out his outfit he looked at himself in the mirror he felt something was missing, and then he noticed, his hands were bare, that's what was throwing the outfit off for him. He reached into his bag of things he brought with them and pulled out a pair of black range gloves that he used often when he lived on the ranch, slipping them on he looked at himself in the mirror and felt this outfit as truly complete. That's when he heard his friend in red call out.

"Tomorrow is the day so don't sleep in!" Red Baron yelled.

Professor rolled his eyes and changed into his nighttime attire and went to bed, turning off the oil lamp beside him, and Professor made sure to be up early the next morning. When the sun was just peaking over the horizon, Professor was dressed, fed, and armed, ready to go. It was then that Red Baron walked past him and patted his shoulder, signaling him to follow.