The last bounty : Melee Billy

Ch. 1: Fire It up

{Author Notes: Hi, Thank you for actually clicking on my stuff. Just a quick note: I have never written a novel before. So this is my first time. Well, not the first one, but I am determined to finish this one by the end. Forgive me if there is a grammatical error somewhere because English is not an easy language ;p.}

{Author Second Notes: Also, after I got a few reviews from experts, I decided to edit everything in the upcoming chapter (including this one), so I hope it gets a little better ;D .}

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The Last Bounty: Meele Billy

”Who follows who?“

A Sunny day, The setting sun cast long shadows over the rugged landscape of the untamed West. The land was a harsh, unforgiving expanse of dusty trails and lawless towns. In this land of opportunity and danger, where life was measured in bullets and whiskey,

A lone and famous wanderer, his name was Billy Tray Fortuna. He was wandering alone and had both of his guns hanging' around his waist. He was searching for any bounty around the fearful town.

He stepped on the dusty ground of the city, "Puerro Saint Miguel." Many eyes stared cynically at the man, but he still walked toward a maroon-painted wooden building.

Then he was stopped by three men who held guns to his heart. They were shabbily dressed in leather hats. With smiles and a cigarette in their mouths, they laughed and surrounded Tray.

?: "Jeez, look who it is... Oh, if it's not Billy Tray."

?: "I heard you're a good bounty hunter, hm? But you're no different compared to a pig's shit, hahaha!"

?: "Okay stop J; let's destroy this fucker up, and we'll be good. Hmm yeah... you better run. "

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Bang! Bang! Bang! Click, click, Tss.... 

Not letting them finish their words, Tray quickly grabs his silver old revolvers and shoots their legs. They screamed in pain and fell onto the hot ground below the sun.

Then he walked past those who were holding the legs of those who had been shot while turning the two pistols around and putting them back in his leather pocket. This was the most ordinary thing Tray did every day.

Tray stepped away from their groans of pain. Sunlight shone above his head as he walked through this city full of dangers and threats. Then he walked into the wooden building, where he met someone with a thick mustache and tall and thin with a black hat. 

P: "Ah, I've been waiting for you. Billy Tray." "Come and sit down. I'll treat you to a drink."

Tray sat with a wary gaze; he then looked at the man with serious eyes.

T: "Thank you, but I don't have much time." "Give me the details, and I'll get to work right away."

P: "Oh, what a busy day, eh? Alright." he spoke.

Then the man took out a piece of paper from his pocket; it was an old photo. A woman in a black hat caught Tray's eye.

T: "Name?"

P: "Brail. Brail Mayer, the daughter of Todd Mayer, one of the richest men alive,"

P: "Bring her alive. And you'll get your payment." "Remember, ALIVE." "You have 42 hours. Show me what you are capable of, young man."