Destiny Future Part III

Best Shot

In the morning, Seamus dropped them off at the train station.

"Well this is going to be a long walk, isn't it." Alex stated.

Marty laughed. "Yeah."

After a long walk, they finally were walking through a bustling town.

"Woah." Alex exclaimed. She looked at a banner that advertised the Hill Valley Festival. "September 5th, 1885, dedicating the clock tower."

Marty went over. "Wow."

The two walked into a saloon. Immediately being greeted by three old men sitting at a table.

"Take a look at what just breezed in the door."

"Excuse me young lady, why you walking with a circus man."

"Why don't you come over here and talk to some real men."

Alex rolled her eyes, and took Marty's hand. Which caused the men to scoff.

"What'll it be, strangers?" The bartender asked as they approached the counter.

"Uh, Ice water." Marty said.

"Ice water?" The men laughed behind them.

"Water? You want water, you better go dunk your head i the horse trawl back there. In here we pour whiskey. " The bartender took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured two small glasses.

Alex and Marty stared at the glasses. There was steam coming from the glass.

"Uh- we're trying to find a blacksmith." Alex tried asking.

"Hey McFly... thought I done told you never to come in." A mean looking cowboy with a gang entered behind them. "You ain't Seamus McFly." They walked towards the counter. "You look like him though. 'Specially with that dawg ugly hat."

His gang laughed.

Marty rolled his eyes at his hat, and took it off.

"I thought it was cute." Alex mumbled.

"Whats your names?"

"Uh, Martin-" Marty stopped, realizing his mistake, and tried again. "Eastwood. Clint Eastwood. This is my girl, Maureen O'Hara."

"What kind of stupid names are those?"

"Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins is them? What's that writing mean...Neekay...what is that, some sort of Injun talk or something?" The gang member laughed.

The bartender began pouring out whiskey, but the gang leader stopped him with the barrel of his gun. "I'm looking for that no good cheatin' blacksmith. You seen him?"

"No, sir, Mr. Tannen, I have not." The bar tender said scared.

"Tannen." Alex finally put it together. "You're Mad Dog Tannen."

"Mad Dog?" Everyone in the saloon ran and hid, but Marty and Alex stayed where they were. "I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog. 'Specially not some, duded-up, egg sucking, gutter trash." He pointed a gun at her.

Marty stepped in front of her. "Leave her alone."

"Aww, little hero boy." Buford pointed the gun at Marty's feet. "Dance!" He fired a shot. "Come on!" And another shot. The Gang members laughed hysterically. "Come on, runt, you can dance." And another fired shot. "Better than that!"

"STOP!" Alex yelled.

Marty kept his feet going in case while the dust cleared. When it did clear Alex saw that he was doing Michael Jackson's moonwalk.