Cole slowly walked up the stairs of the wooden platform. Before him was a great amount of the Colby citizens, among them were two Indians on horseback who looked at him with emotionless expressions plastered on there faces. Next to them on a black horse sat a women dressed in the mens Ranger outfit. A bearded vulture sat perched on her right shoulder. The birds red eyes stared at Cole, who now has reached the platform and slowly waved at the people.
"My friends and citizens of Colby, I've asked you here today so you can see at firsthand what I believe to be the single most important enterprise under God. The unification of this great country of ours by iron rail."
The people applauded the man, Red slowly turned around and looked at the women with concern, she in reply slowly nodded back to her. She with hesitance turned back around and looked at Cole.
"To the Comanche, I say you have to fear. As long as there is peace between us all land be honoured."
The Natives turned their horses around and walked away together with the female, who now has lowered her black hat decorated with hawk feathers and red ribbon over her golden eyes. Her brows lowered into a glare and her hands tightened on the horse reigns.
"But to the outlaw, those who prey upon the weak, make no mistake, law and order has come to the Wild west. Which is why I am bringing notorious outlaw and Indian-killer, Butch Cavendish here to Colby to hang for his crimes"
"The future is bright, ladies and gentlemen, and it's just around the bend."
Mean while a herd of Buffalo ran over the train tracks, while the train slowly rode forward. John Reid was calmly reeding his book. While next to him sat Amelia who leaning back in her seat and had her arms crossed, she was deep in her thoughts.
She decided earlier that day that she would ride back with John home, her horse was safely stored in one of the wagons.
Preacher: "Like Daniel entering the lion's den, we shall stare down the beast. Amen!"
"And purge this godless land of the poisons of sin and licentiousness.' 'Hallelujah!"
"Dear God, gave us thy mercy and wise judgment. Amen! Thy equanimity and of purpose, so we prove thy and servants in our war sin. Amen"
A doll fell on the floor, the child sitting in her sleeping mothers lap, looked sadly at the doll. John leaned down and picked it up, he looked at it for a moment before trowing it towards her. "Catch"
The doll was sucked in by the open window flying away, the child looked out the window for a few seconds before bursting out crying. John tried shushing the child and Amelia groaned at the loud noise she sat up right and looked at the child. The mother woke up and tried to comfort her, "Baby, baby, baby" Amelia looked in her coat pocket and took out a little plush she kept for Calian.
She give it to the crying child, making her stop and giggle at the present, the mother smiled softly at her. "Thank you."
"No probleem ma'am." said Amelia with a soft smile.
The women next to the mother looked at John, "Care to pray with us? We're Presbyterian."
" I'm much obligated ma'am, but this here, Is my Bible" Said John showing her his book, Two Treatises of Government by John Locke.
While the passengers are singing a moustached Ranger stepped trough he looked down at Amelia he held bottles of alcohol in his hands. He give one of the bottles to her and winked, she nodded her head in thanks.
She took a good sip of the drink and sighed in satisfaction. John looked at the woman with a slight glare but didn't dare to speak up about this. She spaced of once again, as she did she leaned back a bit making her dress shirt lover as her chest moved upward giving the poor man next to her a clear view of her cleavage.
John quickly looked away with blazing red cheeks. Seeing the man's reaction she giggled.
The Ranger mentioned earlier banged on the door, obtaining entry to the next car. He passed one of the two bottles to his companion before closing the door and looking at Butch.
"It's almost hanging time, Butch.'"When not receiving any reply, he kicked him in the leg and with gritted teeth asked. "Do you hear what I said, boy?"
Butch slowly raised his head and made eye contact with the ranger before smiling with his scarred lips making the silver tooth glister in the light.
"I'm gonna enjoy watching them wipe that look off your face." Said the Ranger but this time a little more hesitant. He took a sip of his beer and spoke to the Indian next to the cannibal.
"It's broken, Injun. Can't you see that?" The Indian known as Tonto stopped messing with the broken watch and looked up at the man straight in the eyes. Making the ranger uncomfortable, he scoffed and walking away.
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On a cliffside the Gang of outlaws came to a stop one of them checked the watch, hearing a train whistle. " Well... That is right about on time."
Mean while Butch was trying to get a nail out of the wooden floor, his fingertips bloodied by the metal nail. Tonto looked at him and started to chant trying to gain the attention of the other Rangers.
But they where to busy playing cards and petting the big black stallion who laid next to them. Above the horse was a cage hanging, because it was covered by a cloth you couldn't see what was inside.
After Butch successfully got the nail out Tonto started to chant louder and looked at the Rangers hoping for a reaction. Butch got the wooden plank out the way and reached for the hidden revolver, he took it out and put it fast in his jacket, hiding it from others. He slouched ounce again against the wooden walls, to not raise suspicion.
"Piss break, boss." Called one of the Rangers. The horse neighed, lowered his head and fell asleep.
One of the Rangers stood up unlocked the shackles that were connected to the ground and allowed Butch to take a piss break. At the same time Tonto was trowing bird seeds at the Ranger to get his attention when the man finally turned towards him, he signed that Butch had a gun.
After a few seconds the man realised and tried to retrieve his revolver, but Butch only signed and turned around, shooting the man behind him and then the man still sitting at the make shift table. Butch turned his gun to Tonto who still had his fingers up, in a gun sign. Butch walked up to him still with his gun raised.
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Mrs. Mukwooru
Adventure" You beg for mercy a little to late." - Amelia Mukwooru A Female Ranger, who is dealing with loneliness and learning to love after many years of being a widow.
