A Bounty Hunter's Bundle

A Horror

Lincoln screamed in frustration when Valkyrie caught up to him with ease. The Bounty Hunter was fast, incredibly fast....but this warrior...god's above was he quick for his size.

"Let go of me you fucking fool!" Lincoln howled in rage, as he was picked up by his shoulders. For a response he was thrown to the ground. He tumbled once then rolled and took off running again.

A dagger pierced his sleeve and impaled him to the tree. He swore enough to curdle milk. He didn't like the warrior. That man could best him any day, in anything--fighting, running, grabbing female's attention, just anything.

"That wasn't nice," Valkyrie menaced, "You need to learn some manners. I'm your friend, not your enemy."

"I work alone."

"Not anymore," the massive warrior tossed off his hood exposing his face. Lincoln wanted to spit in frustration. This ass hole was everything he deserved to be! Strong! Sturdy! Massive! And utterly fucking handsome!

Valkyrie had deep blue eyes, and dazzling auburn hair. His eyebrows seemed like they had been created by an architect, and his over all complexion and cheek bones had to have been chiseled by gods.

Lincoln gritted his teeth. "What if I refuse?"

"Well, you can bring that up with the king later."

"Just fucking beat me to a pulp, slit my throat you overly handsome bastard. Go on take my place you fucker. You deserve it more than I do."

Valkyrie had to squat down to basically be eye level with the short Bounty Hunter. "I'm not here to take your pathetic job."

Lincoln punched him right in his pretty nose. It sent him flying on his ass in the dirt with a thud. When he jerked to his feet, blood was running down from his nose. He snarled, and then clenched a fist.

The impact was way worse than anything the Bounty Hunter could have predicted. It knocked the wind from him, probably shatter half his body, and made him vomit.  "Fuck you, ass hole."

"Swear at me again," Valkyrie, grabbed Lincoln's broad rimmed hat, and threw it off. He then pushed his forehead to the Bounty Hunters, "And I promise you, I will break every bone in your body."

Lincoln gritted his teeth, humiliated even more as his hair sprung free. He didn't say anything, just looked to his sleeve, and pulled the dagger free. "How about you just leave me alone, I don't like you and you obviously don't like me."

By now Valkyrie had backed up, his face read he was struggling to contain himself, but there was no anger on his face. He twitched his nose, and then closed his eyes.

"Great." Lincoln laughed sourly, "Go on tell me how bad I smell too. Just keep on throwing your perfectness in my face."

"Maybe you're right, maybe we shouldn't work together." The Bounty Hunter had time to blink, and that was it before the massive brute was gone.

Dusting off his trench coat, and picking up his precious hat, he tugged it over his head. Lincoln took Valkyrie's dagger purely because it was so finely crafted and could be sold for possible a small fortune.

"Good riddance, such an odd man," he mumbled to himself, stowing away the dagger. Afterward he headed to the palace. He didn't have his report of shame nearly ready but he didn't care. If the king wanted someone to take his place, then by all means let that stupid Valkyrie take his place.

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