The Dreamers

Chapter 14

The team were cornered against a wall. They looked behind them. They saw a brown toad with a giant smile and he shot his gun. Dreamworks ducked, and it made a hole in the wall behind her. She said "I'll...get someone to fix that."

They saw the exit sign. Jenny said "We just have to make it that far, that'll buy us some time too."

Dreamworks was then grabbed by rope as the others screamed "Dreamworks!" Then she was knocked out.

Dreamworks woke up as the toad laughed "you really thought you could get away from me ya varmint?"

Dreamworks saw that she was tied up to a chair "Let me go this instant! No seriously, my friends will know I'm in trouble and kick your butt."

"Why would I do that? After all it's my job to catch criminals like you."

Dreamworks asked "Wait, who do you think I am?"

"Wait you're not the bandit?"

"No im Dreamworks, what's your name?" "I'm sheriff Toadster. And well I'm sorry but let me tell ya little one, it's not my first rodeo."

A flashback started

"You scoundrel. Let me go."

"You see I wasn't always sheriff Toadster. A long time I was just a youngin' or as some called me"

"Thief! Rapscallion scamp!"

"I'll admit I was a bit of a...uh rule breaker growing up. I was well known as the town delinquent."

He loaded up food and money to a cart. "Thief! Thief!"

"See you around old timer!"

He rode off.
"I come from a little town, out in the Wild West. Big town for cow pokes but I wasn't interested in wrangling or farming I had other things to worry about. When I was a teeny whippersnapper my parents got real sick. At first it was just a little cold but it got worse and worse. So I tired to take care of them, of the family. I turned to a life of crime, of thieving to keep my parents comfortable in the time we had left. After all someone had to provide of course. The people I robbed sent the authorities after me, every now and then, but I was slick enough to avoid their capture. That was until one day...rumor spread of a bandit, real bandit robbing people blind. I only ever took what I needed. I wasn't hurtin' others. I just need to help myself."

"I was coming home from a night of light lootin. I could sense something was wrong. Someone had broke in. It wasn't nice being on the receiving end of being robbed, but it was far worse than anything I'd ever done. Whoever did this killed my parents. The only people I had.  I was determined to find him and get my revenge. And I didn't have to look very far."

"Well well well if it isn't the town failure

"It was the bandit I heard tale about."

"Who are you?! Why did you do this?!"

"It was really a waste of time. You've got next to nothing in this house. At least the others had gold, jewelry, something. All I saw were two sick old dogs."

"Don't talk about my parents that way!"

"You're right, it's wrong to speak ill of the dead."

"Thankfully I knew my dad kept his pistol by the bed, and I wasn't afraid to use it."

He shot but missed two times.

"That's a whole lotta gun for a little man."

"I'm a whole lot of a man for a little gun."