After that night, Thompson decided to keep his promise. He didn't want Red going anywhere and running off one night or going to hurt someone in the town. But, he couldn't seem to get close to killing or arresting him, surprisingly. And, trust me, he tried.
The next night, Thompson stayed standing in the middle of the town, waiting for Red to appear. He did, eventually, sitting on the edge of a building's rooftop, legs dangling off of the edge. He grinned down at Thompson once the sheriff walked over, his red eyes seeming to glow in the dark.
"Howdy there, sheriff!" Red called down to him, waving a bit; his grin didn't leave his face. Thompson reluctantly waved back as the bandit jumped up, standing on the she of the roof.
"You should be careful." Thompson called up to him as he saw Red balancing on the edge. "Don't fall."
"Aww! Are you actually caring about me?" Red laughed. "I'm fine, Thompson. I've been training like this for my entire life. I have good balance." He grinned. Thompson slowly nodded as Tord back up. The sheriff looked at the building across from them, which was a bit close, but still far. He looked back at Red like he was insane as the bandit dashed quickly across the roof and jumped at the last second. The sheriff flinched, shutting his good eye and turning away. But, he didn't hear Red hit the ground. He opened his eye again and looked at the bandit, shocked, as he had grabbed the edge of the roof. He only grinned, like he plannned it, and jumped to the sign, swung off of it, and landed on the ground.
"Tada!"
"... show off." Thompson scoffed as he walked up to the bandit. Red grinned again.
"Aw, come on! I'm trying to impress you."
"Too bad. It ain't happenin'." Thompson huffed. Red crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.
"Yeah, alright. Whatever you say, Thompson."
".... how the hell do you even know my name? The night I met you, you were no where near me, yet you said my name. You couldn't have seen my badge." Thompson's eye narrowed a bit. Red chuckled.
"You're smart, aren't 'cha? You should be a detective, not a sheriff." The bandit walked around him. "But, not smart enough, I suppose."
"What's that supposed to mean?!"
"You think that I come over here from a sepertae camp or town every night? Nah, Thompson. I know your name because I'm staying here." He chuckled. "Everyone here knows your name." Thompson slowly nodded, taking a mental note on that. The bandit was hiding out in the town somewhere. Maybe he could find him and arrest him during the day time. He smirked softly, making Red confused.
"What are ya smirking for?"
"Oh... no reason."
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A Stolen Heart (TomTord)
Fanfiction(Slightly old) (Saloonatics AU) Tord Adder is the most wanted bandit in all of California, and he stays hidden from the law. How does he do this? He hops towns, hiding out until he is close to being caught, then runs away. This time, he finds himsel...
