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BIG IRON, MARTY ROBINS
THE SEEMINGLY COUNTLESS competitors of the race occupied several tents that scattered the dry terrain of the beach. Like a small, humble town, people set up camp in those tents and visited one another over the course of many drinks and bonfires below the bright sun that lit the warm autumn sky.
High noon was when Riley finished her excruciating registration process, tedious and excessive she would declare. She figured the whole horse nose print process was unnecessary, as well as many other processes she had to endure.
Riley paid no mind to the man behind the booth or the absurd amount of rules that came out of his mouth. The words she never focused on were a blur, but when he said "Good luck," she shot him a smile, turned on her heels, and walked out the door.
It wasn't long before something bizarre happened. Within just one hour of standing on American ground, a fight had already broken out, right in front of the registration building.
"HEY! ITS NOT OVER, MAN! YOU THINK YOU'RE SO BIG OVER TWENTY DOLLARS?!"
A man with a strange hat of small stature yelled, getting dragged away by his arms by two guards. The man he seemed to be yelling at paid no mind to him, continuing to walk as if the other man was just an ant under his boot.
The madman continued shouting, "Is that your weapon? That dirty, old, round thing by your side is your weapon?!"
The blonde man suddenly stopped in his tracks and stood still. Wait a second, that's Hat,Riley internally gathered, the nickname she made for the blonde with the green steel balls from the ship. Hat remained silent, gazing forward under the shadow of his hat.
Struggling under the weight of the two guards, the man continued to scream, "Weeeeell, go ahead and do it! Just kill me with that thing!"
"Hey, shut up!" A guard screamed, "Just shut up and wait for the damn Sheriff!"
Under all of the weight and struggle, the man somehow reached to the guard's side and grabbed a handheld gun, pointing it at Hat.
"You're dead, man. I'm gonna kill you!"
"Shit, he's got my gun!" The guard yelled, restraining the man to confine his movements. The madman maniacally laughed among himself and went on about finding Hat during the race and killing him, and Riley nearly then lost interest in the whole dispute. Just as she was about to walk away, Hat looked in the direction of the madman. "If you're done talking," he calmly stated, "Give him the gun back."
All was silent for just a moment. Nothing was heard besides the clickets that grazed the desert or the crows that sang in the sky.
"...Huh?" One of the guards said, holding the holstered gun in the air away from the man.
