I Never Wanted To Love You (or did I...)

So Long Partner // Whizzer, Marvin & Jason

           

1876 – California

Whizzer and Marvin. To most people in the 21st century, they were just two guys from a legend. But to those who lived during that time knew different. The most feared, violent and lustful men to roam the streets. You'd know if they were in your town. The screams and shouts of children running to their parents. The sound of people closing their doors and shutting their shops. Their dirty red horses as they rode past you. And the occasional 30-gun shots.

On this August day, the sun felt hotter than before. The two left their horses outside and walked into the nearest saloon. It fell quiet. The two sat at table, far away from everyone else, and waited for their usual order to be brought to them.

"Where next?" Marvin asked as he took of his hat.

"Well, we could stay here or move onto the next town like normal." Whizzer answered as he took out a deck of cards.

"Which is?" Marvin said and thanked the women for their beer.

"I can't remember the name. We've been their before though."

The two chatted and played cards for a bit longer.

"Whizzer...look..." Marvin pointed to the poster on the wall.

They had killed many people. They strike fear in people's hearts. But still, wanted posters scared the living daylights out of them. The last time they saw a wanted poster was three years ago. It followed them everywhere they went. Except their used to be three of them.

***Flashback***

The summer of 1873, the three rode along the long path and the sun hit them. Whizzer on the left, Marvin on the right and Jason in the middle. Jason was an 18-year-old boy. The pair took the young boy under their wing after they saw him, 5 years previously. He had shot down aggressive men who were robbing him. They saw potential in him and asked him to join them. And obviously, he said yes.

The trio had been riding for a few days. They arrived at the next town and slowly rode through. Further on in the distance, a group of ten men were blocking the rode. The sat on their horses with one arm stretched out. Each were holding a wanted poster with the trio's face on.

"Move!" Marvin snapped and the group of ten pulled out their guns. Marvin, Jason and Whizzer did the same.

Within seconds guns were firing in every direction. Nine men lay dead on the ground as one rode off round the corners.

"I'll get them!" Jason shouted as he quickly rode off.

"No Jason! Come back!" Whizzer yelled. But it was too late. The young boy was out of ear shot.

Marvin and Whizzer quickly rode after them. BANG! The horses stopped out of fright.

"Jason!" Marvin screamed. He tugged his horses' reigns and the horse ran as fast as it could. Whizzer stayed in his spot in shock. Until he heard Marvin "How could you, you bastard" And then another gun shot.

People came from their house. The thanked him for getting rid of the group of men. Whizzer lifted his hat up and showed his face. The crowd gasped. The trio might have saved them, but they were still frightened. They stepped back as Whizzer jumped from his horse. A young child, unaware of who Whizzer was, wriggled from his mother's grasp and walked over to Whizzer. He tugged at his sleeve and smiled up at him.

"Excuse me mister..." The young boy said, "Are you a cowboy?"

"Max leave the man alone." A woman shouted.