🂱 • 𝚍𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚢 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 • 🂱 ~ 𝒹ℴ𝒸 𝒽ℴ𝓁𝓁𝒾𝒹𝒶𝓎

chapter one - the pale horse

"I got a good feeling about this one, boys!" Curly Bill Brocius hollered as the gang galloped into the small Mexican village. I ignored the comment, urging my horse forward with a light roll of my spur. Being in a gang with only men, I was used to the thoughtless disregard. I rarely cared.

If I really wanted to, I could get every one of the cowboys on their knees begging for my forgiveness. Well, maybe except Ringo.

Johnny Ringo had lots of pride and he knew his self-worth. I honestly admired that about him. He reminded me of... me.

I pulled out one of my revolvers, aimed towards the sky, cocked the hammer back and pulled the trigger. The citizens scattered. Children and mothers ran and hid. Gunshots rang out throughout the dirt streets. A few proud men stayed in the street, trying to fight back. They were no match for our guns. The men seemed to fall like dominoes. Blood stained the streets. Babies cried.

I was used to the scene. It meant that our pockets were about to get a whole lot heavier and our starving stomachs were about to be full. I quickly dismounted my horse, joining the row of men with red sashes.

The rest of the cowboys watched as Curly Bill strolled up to some guards.
"Y'all killed two cowboys." He said, smirking. Every cowboy pulled out their revolver and aimed them at the guards. I began to circle them.
"What do you say, boys? Should we kill 'em?" I asked slyly. Curly Bull grinned and nodded.
"Shoot."

All hell broke loose. In a matter of seconds, all of the opposing men were on the ground, a mangled pile of corpses. Curly Bill holstered his gun, kicking one of the bodies with his boot.
"Mexican police, huh?" he turned to me. "They've got nothin' on that brother of yours, Earp. He's an honest-to-God lawdog."

I clenched my jaw.
"You go on about that son of a bitch one more time and I'll wring your neck, Brocius." I growled, lunging at him. A hard hand grabbed my wrist, spinning me around. I was face to face with Johnny Ringo. He stared me dead in the eyes, emotionless.
"Let's not forget who the real enemy is. Curly Bill's just foolin' about." Ringo whispered, keeping his voice low.

He had a point. I looked over at Curly Bill, who was now interested in the newlyweds standing on the village church steps.
"Tell him to get on his knees." Curly Bill said to another cowboy who spoke Spanish, gesturing at the groom. I hadn't bothered to learn his name. The cowboy repeated the sentence. The groom stood, chest puffed vainly. He refused to kneel. The Spanish speaking cowboy snorted with laughter.
"He won't kneel, patron. He is very proud."
"Somebody get this dick on his knees." Curly Bill sighed, almost exasperated. One cowboy, Billy Grounds shot at the groom's kneecap, sending the man to the ground, crying out in pain. The bride screamed, hugging him tightly.

    "Good shot, Billy." Curly Bill said. He looked down at the groom with a grin.
"They call me Curly Bill Brocius. I'm what you what you might call the Founder of the Feast. So next time we come, you'd better step aside." Brocius threatened. "I ain't kiddin' neither."

The groom started screaming at him in Spanish. I raised an eyebrow, as confused as many of the other cowboys were.

"Patron, he say uh- someone will come to revenge for him. Something like a- a... sick horse who comes to sit with him. He talk crazy. No entiendo un carajo." The Spanish speaking cowboy rambled. A dark voice came from behind the group.

"That's not what he said, ya ignorant wretch. Your Spanish is worse than your English." Johnny Ringo said, turning and walking away.

"You go to hell!" The groom roared. Brocius snickered. I walked past Curly Bill, raising a revolver.

"You first." I said, pulling the trigger. The groom jolted with the impact, then fell back, eyes wide open. The bride screamed, clutching her husband. I pointed to the bride.

"Take her away." I ordered. A few lower-ranked cowboys picked up the bride and dragged her into the chapel. I turned on my heels and headed towards the table full of food.

"I guess they knew we were comin'." I said, sitting down next to Ringo.

"Hell, let's eat boys. Tamales are good, huh?" Curly Bill sighed in relief, digging into the meal. I started to slowly eat a tamale. I didn't want to overdo it, as I hadn't eaten in days. Curly Bill slowed down only to look over at Ringo.

"Hey, Johnny. What'd that Mexican mean, 'a sick horse is gonna get us' huh?" Brocius asked. Johnny Ringo stood up and walked over to a column, leaning against it.

"He's quoting the Bible." Johnny said thoughtfully. "Revelations. 'Behold, a pale horse. The man that sat on him was death. And hell followed with him.'"

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a/n: ok guys this chapter is kinda bad and def not my best work but I promise the next chapter is gonna be better!