Cowboys In Their Graves

Mistakes Were Made

V

I walked to the train station silently. It was very quiet, but many people waiting. I thought we should one wait one more day, we couldn't take the risk. George, Greg, and Silent Assassin was in the cart hiding and waiting for me to "take care of things" first. I sneaked pass everyone and hid behind the office. I didn't know what I was doin' so I just waited for the train.

It's been an hour already. I slept like an idiot, but luckily I woke just at the right time. The train has arrived. I called everyone to come over and they walked towards me. We snuck past the people and hopped on the train in the back. We escaped headin' to New York City. The land of liberty where "The Beast" lives in his cave. Maybe, we can stay there. Maybe.

As we arrived in New York, the beautiful land, we didn't think we were wanted everywhere. I didn't want to take a chance so we left quietly. We headed to "the cave" where "The Beast" lives. There have been many legends up north. Everyone spread the legends around the world. They said every legend was in a "secret" war. Soon, they all teamed up and save New York from pirates, Indians, Vikings, Mexicans, and blacks. I think it's a racist story. We arrived at "the cave" which was actually just an underground shack.

"Hello?!" I yelled. Nobody was here. I needed Paw to see what happened.

"George and Greg, listen I'm gonna be choking okay it's alright. Don't worry." I warned George and Greg. Paw took me back to the campfire with the stars that never fade away.

"What happened? To....the beast?" I said. Paw was looking at me again with a smile.

"I found out what I could do, son. Over here. In the place where your soul can be connected to another ones son. I can do that to you. I can give you power. LIKE YOU'VE NEVER SEEN BEFORE! It's amazing!" Said Paw. I thought Paw was drunk like all the times.

"Listen Paw, I just wanna find out what happened to the beast."

"Keep calm, son. I will help you. Become powerful." He lunged at me, I was in total pain. It hurt so bad. I returned to the real world. I was obviously chockin' again. This time, it wouldn't stop. I couldn't do anything. Then, I passed out. What was goin' on?

I woke up again on the floor at night. The guys made a camp in the cave. Greg helped me to calm down.

"Spirits. They are taking over your body. We are all in danger. We are leaving now." Explained Greg.

"No. Why?!"

"Because it's dangerous when we are around here and you. By the way I was talking to the kids. Not you." Greg knocked me out cold. What is goin' on?!

I woke up and there were rats trying eat me. I got up and headed outside. Greg left me here. I saw the city in the distance. I was thinkin' of going over there.

"Want me to show you where they are?" I heard a voice above me. It was Paw.

"What do you mean?" I asked Paw. A picture appeared I'm front of me. They were going back to Texas. I had to stop them.

"How am I suppose to get there?!" There were horses near by but I didn't have my lasso to get them. Then, Paw took over a horse and he brought it towards me. I was surprised that when you die you have all the power in the world. You can help other folks just like Paw. I jumped on and rode towards the train station.

It was dark again and I tried to be as silent as possible. I found them sitting on a bench. I came up to them with a gun to the Indians head.

"KIDS RUN!" I ordered them. They ran away and tried hiding. He had his hands up.

"Wow. You are just a fool aren't you?" Said Greg as I aimed closer to his head.

"Just tell me, why?!" I said.

"You Americans are fools. Never seen such stupidity ever in my life."

"And you funky Indians might be the same. Everyone in the world is not smart or stupid. We are all the same. Except you Native Americans use rituals and other spooky crap like that." That was not me. Paw was for some reason speaking for me. But that's not what I wanted to say.

"You let the demons out! You let them take control of other people! That's why I want to kill the government!" The trigger was slowly being pulled. It it wasn't me! Stop! I said but I couldn't spit it out! Then, I took control,

"Shoot me!" I yelled at Greg. He was confused.

"Shoot me! C'mon just do it!" So he did. I got back up with Paws soul out of my body.

"Listen, what is your problem? Why did you run?" I said bandaging my ribs. I didn't get hurt from the bullet in my rib.

"You could've killed the kids. The demons inside of you." He said.

"Just forget about everything and let's go find the beast." I ordered, and so we did. We headed towards the country side of New York and we found the beast. He was a fat Mexican who is good with bombs and dynamite. I guess he escaped to a farm and probably hid there. I didn't ask why. We stayed at the farm for a few days. I explained to the beast about the Goverment. He said he shouldn't get into any business with Texas Government. I guess I persuaded him and he came. We all headed back to.......somewhere. We knew it would be stupid to head back to Texas. The Beast had a plan though. We were headin' back and found his great grandpas shack, where the legend of the Sasquatch lived, so we kept our guns up. I didn't believe myths like these but I always thought twice about it. We stayed there for weeks. Silent Assassin, my son, and I went hunting and we was very good so far.

I taught my son how to skin deers and other things like beavers. We was almost ready. Ready to attack.