CLINT EASTWOOD AND SHIRLEY MACLAINE ³, back to the future

viii. run squirrel

➩ 𝕤𝕠𝕟𝕘 𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟: 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕓𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕓𝕦𝕣𝕪'𝕤

BUFORD'S GANG now stood around the gunman with wide-eyes over his reaction to the nickname Marty referred to him as. "Mad Dog? I hate that name— I hate it! You hear?" Before he could get a chance to apologize, the villain was ready fuming. "Nobody calls me Mad Dog. Especially not some duded-up, egg suckin' gutter trash!"

He shot the ground at Marty's feet to have Amanda jump off in surprise. Landing into the table the three men sat in when they entered, she watched on as Buford continued to shoot at the floor. "Come on, runt! You can dance better than that!" Buford called out with his men laughing behind him. Noticing Marty actually moonwalking now to distract him from shooting, Amanda covered her face in embarrassment over the surprisingly successful act as he was humming Billie Jean to himself to keep up the beat to avoid the bullets.

Ending off in a spin dramatically, he jumped onto a loose floor board to send a spitting jar flying into the air only to be caught by Buford. Noticing the way he eyed him vegenance as everyone in the saloon looked to the man covered in the substance from the canister, he cocked the gun to now point directly in Marty's direction. "Better get him before he's aiming to get shot," Jerry remarked from behind the counter as Amanda rushed over to try and stand in front of him only for no gunshot to send out despite the clicking by Tannen.

Seeing Tannen's frustration over being unsuccessful in getting a shot in, the duo stood up on their feet again to make use of the distraction. "You better run, squirrels."

Sending his men out to catch them, the only means of getting out from their blocking of the entrance was to run up along the bar counter before swinging on the chandelier to push past the doors outside. "You could've risked getting shot too!" Marty noted beside her as she was panting in worry over them following after them despite her partner more worried over something happening to her.

"Seriously not now, Marty." Dragging him along beside her for them to run through the dirt roads of the town, the sound of Buford and his gang stepping onto their horses weren't too far off. Being interrupted in the chase by a horse riding up slowed them down. Continuing to try and outrun the men on horses, Amanda turned back to notice the lasso being spun by Buford and widened her eyes in surprise.

Jerking backwards suddenly to send Marty was now caught on the rope, seeing Amanda having fallen along with him he extended his hand out before being dragged along the ground by the rope. "Marty!" She called after him

"Not so fast," One of the men told her, hooking another rope around Amanda to pull her up onto their horse. Straining herself from the tie that had been made from the position she was in on the horse, she to see them continuing to laugh at Marty's expense as Buford dragged him behind on the horse whilst continuing to ride back in the direction of the saloon.

Shooting some gunshots in the air, she cringed over the loud noises close to her ears before they suddenly stopped in front of the construction of the courthouse. Noticing Marty barely lifting his head up the ground, Buford looked out ahead to some of the citizens now staring over the scene he made. One of the men picked Amanda up to push her back onto the ground as she still wasn't able to go far with their tight grip around her from the rope still in their hands.

Looking up to her being handled harshly sent him trying to get himself out of the tie he was in. Buford only laughed over his struggles to then address the onlookers in amusement. "We got ourselves a new courthouse. High time we had a hangin'."