I turned on my heel and ducked just as a bullet was sounded. I grabbed my own gun I stole from the old man that died three weeks ago and shot into a bush ( and of course I hit him ) and sighed out loudly.
"Oh god."I whispered
As I saw a slight pool of blood seeping out from underneath the bushes
He eyed me suspiciously
"WHAT"
He didn't answer and for a few minutes we stood there in utter silence
"How.... How did you know he was there?" He finally said
"I guessed." I replied
"Wait a minute, so you could of shot one of my men but you shot the gun anyway!?"
"Pretty much."
I seemed unaffected he seemed shocked, he just stared at me with he's green eyes, like my cousins. So deep and you will never know when it will stop.
"Men check who that was!"
"Already done sir, policeman from the west." They answered "the maggot even shot the man in the head"
They all turned to look at me
"Whoops." I said
They all just kept there eyes on me just to make sure nothing really astonishing will happen again.
As I noticed there insecure stares I dropped the gun and pushed it to the fox guy with my foot. He grabbed the gun from the ground looking at the guns barrels and features.
"Nice gun." He said.
"Thanks, I borrowed that too."
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Bows and arrows
FantasyIf your family was robbed and killed by some passing bandits, would you run to a town and beg for someone to take your new born cousin. Then turn into a rouge to find your cousin 12 years later. This story is about the great secret that juniper hear...
