Cousin's in Time: Part III

Ch 5

September 3, 1885

8:45 a.m.

Marty's POV

Annie and I were walking on the train tracks towards Hill Valley. I pulled on my collar, sweating.

Annie turned to me and asked, "What's wrong, Marty?"

I answered, "I'm chafing."

Annie shot me a disgusted look and responded, "That's a bit too much information, Marty. You could just have told me that is none of my business."

I shot her a look and asked, "What's with you and the jokes, Annie? Are you scared?"

She nodded and answered, "Terrified. I'm worried about Doc. I hope we find him before Buford Tannen does."

I took her hand into mine and responded, "We will. Don't worry."

She smiled at me and we got to the train station. I let go of her hand and whistled at the sight. We walked into town and started to look around. We entered the archway and we couldn't believe our eyes. It was as if we were in a western. There were wagons and horses everywhere. Everyone was wearing old fashioned clothing. There were stores everywhere and a butcher shop. There was a paper that was rolling the street. It read 'New clock tower' with a picture of the same broken clock tower that we had come to know.

Annie turned to me and responded, "Wow, this is heavy duty stuff!"

I nodded and just then a wagon started to come at me. I jumped out of the way and landed feet first into manure. Annie came over to me, laughing up a storm.

I shot her a look and responded, "This is not funny!"

She said, in between laughs, "It is to me."

I wrapped my arms around her waist and said, "You're very lucky that I'm such a gentleman otherwise you would be in that manure right now." She looked at me, surprised and I added, "Just kidding."

I let go of her and we entered a bar.

"Take a look at what just breezed in the door," I heard an old man say.

"Why I didn't know the circus was in town," another old man laughed.

"Looks like he got that shirt off a dead Chinese," another old man said.

"I was talking about that pretty thing," the first old man explained.

"She is mighty pretty," another one agreed.

"I know someone that will definitely take a liking to her," one of the old men laughed.

I looked at Annie and she was disturbed. I didn't blame her, not in the least.

Annie mumbled, "God, why do I always get hit on by weird guys and assholes?"

I asked her, my voice near a whisper, "Does that count me?"

She smirked and answered, her voice near a whisper, "No, it doesn't."

We walked over to the bartender who asked us, "What will be, strangers?"

Annie shook her head and answered, "Nothing for me. I'm just very disgusted right now."

I stammered, "I'll have, uh, ice water."

The old men laughed at me and the bartender shot me a look.

He responded, "Water? You want water, you better go dunk your head in the horse trawl back there. In here we pour whiskey."

He poured me a small glass. Steam came up from the drink. Annie and I both exchanged 'you have got to be kidding me' looks.

I decided to ask, "Uh, excuse me. We're looking for the black smith...?"

Before he could answer, a gruff voice scared the daylights out of me.

The voice said, "Hey, McFly and McGruebeger! I thought I told you not to ever come in here again!"

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Annie's POV

Marty and I turned around and saw Buford 'Mad Dog' Tannen. 'Ah crap,' I thought.

Mad Dog responded, "Hey, you aren't Seamus McFly and Diane McGruebeger. You look like them though especially with the hat." Marty looked up at his hat and took it off. He asked, "Who the hell are you?"

He answered, "Eastwood. Clint Eastwood."

I introduced myself too and said, "Amelia Lamont."

Mad Dog stared at Marty and responded, "What kind of stupid name is that?"

One of the gang members pointed at his shoes and said, "Take a look at them moccasins. What kind of skins are them? What's that writing mean...Neekay...what is that, some sort of Injun talk or something?"

I whispered, "Doc told you to wear the boots. Then again, if you did, we would have been bear food..."

Mad Dog stared at me and said, "You're a pretty one."

I was disgusted again and whispered, "Why me?"

First it was Biff in 1955, the old guys in the bar, now it was Biff's ancestor! I so hated this.

He asked, "How would you like to be my gal?"

I rolled my eyes and answered, "I rather take a long walk off a short railroad bridge."

He snarled at me but then the gang members including Mad Dog gathered around the counter. The bartender began to pour a drink, but Mad Dog stopped him with his gun.

"Bartender...I'm looking for that no good cheating blacksmith. You have seen him," He asked gruffly.

"No, sir, Mr. Tannen, I have not," he stammered shaking in his boots.

Marty perked up and said, "Tannen? You're Mad Dog Tannen!"

Just then, everyone hid and I shook my head.

I whispered, "You should not have said that."

Mad Dog yelled, "Mad Dog? I hate that name. I hate it, you hear? Nobody calls me Mad Dog. Especially not some, duded-up, egg sucking, gutter trash!" He pointed his gun at Marty's feet and shot. I screamed as Marty jumped the bullet narrowly missing his feet. He points a gun at Marty's feet. Mad Dog directed, "Dance!"

He fired four more shots. I watched as Marty jumped freaking out. I watched helplessly watched my best friend/cousin/boyfriend dodge the shots. He started dancing the moonwalk. He stepped on a board, throwing a pot into the air and it landed on Mad Dog. It spilt out some pee. Mad Dog pointed his gun at us but it was out of bullets.

One of the old men said, "You two better beat it while you can."

We took his advice as we swung on the chandelier and got out of the bar. Marty took my hand and we ran together, hand-in-hand. The gang was behind us and we heard the constant sound of hoof beats directly behind us.

He said, just when Mad Dog Tannen caught up to us, "Annie, if we don't make it out of this. I just want you to know..."

I finished his sentence as the lasso went around both of our necks, "I love you too, Marty."

We tried to get it off but was no use. My entire life flashed before my eyes as Mad Dog tied the rope to a hook and lifted us up into the air. 'I'm sorry that we couldn't save you, Doc,' I thought. Just then, shots rang out and I was able to breathe again. Marty and I weakly got up and saw a familiar figure in the distance. It was Doc!

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