Benny pulled Lily up and continued to move up over the banks of the little stream, and onto the road again, just outside the WR mining camp.
"Ho there little dude!" Nat grinned, recognizing the enterprising young lad from back in town. "And lovely Miss Lilly, what are you 2 kids doing out---"
the thundering of hooves and the great rattling racket of wagons on fast-approach drew pause from the black man, and he hustled the young'uns from the road and stomped into the mine entrance, yelling.
"Luis!!! Passillas!! We got company!! looks like a delivery from town! And we got guests! Miss Lilly and Master Benny Sisco, prolly to try to sell us more o' dat dere marching-dice o' his!!! heh heh! Luis!!" the big black man disappeared into the mine, while Benny and Lilly sat down and emptied rocks and sand from their shoes.
The lead wagon thundered into the cave entrance, not stopping or even slowing at all, and the second wagon was close behind, Catori and the bandito struggling over the TNT. The stick of explosives tumbled from the bandit's grip, and he panicked for a moment, and kicked it away.
Fortunately, the dynamite twirled safely from the wagon, and was far enough away from the mining camp when it exploded.
Unfortunately, the explosion this time WAS so close to the wagon and to the trickling gunpowder trail on the road, that the powder was ignited by the blast!!
=vvvoooooosssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!=
the trail of gray powder flashed to life and sparked and burned in both directions down the road, and into the cave behind the wagon. Benny and Lilly kicked at the sparking trail, but it shot past their little bare feet too fast...
The flash of light and spark of fire spooked Buddy's horse, which reared up and sent the only hero left in this Western world reeling from the saddle, flopping on his bandaged butt -OOF!-
and that flash of light and crackle of sulfur was only just the beginning of the end of this little nightmare for Buddy, and for Catori, as well as for Luis and Nat and anyone else inside the WR mine at that time...
=KAAABOOOOOMMMMMM!!=
the explosion went up, and the mountain came down, making this entrance to the mine resemble the opposite end, collapsed, caved-in, with many much darkness and death inside...
"Luis...." Benny gasped.
"Nat..." Lilly gasped.
"Catori..." Buddy gasped.
"The money..." Jericho gasped, a mile down the road as he heard the dreadful explosions and saw the smoke and dust from the mountain collapsing...
It was gone, all of it... dead, buried, and gone....
The Adventures of Buddy Reno: The Final Chapter and Epilogue
"WHAT!?!?!" the kids all cried and gaped, in awe. "That can't be right, Pa!"
"No way Uncle Buddy!"
"How could Ma be killed in the cave in back then, and still be alive later to make me?!" Buddy Jr was so smart, just like his mom, and devilishly handsome, just like his Pa!! 😄
"That, my child, is a story left for another time..." (when more folks feel like contributing and interacting and being active members of the plot from day to day rather than simply once a month....)
Buddy kissed the kids and sent them each off to bed with the promise to finish the exciting Adventures of Buddy Reno some day real soon...
but, at least for now, the time had come... this is...
THE END
Greg stared wide eyed at Buddy. "You're such an ass Buddy Reno! I should shoot you again to get rid of it." Old Greg turned to the kids. "Thats not how it ends kids. Your uncle is just trying to be an old man about this whole thing, and try to make you wait."
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Greg, having been trapped by the Scorpions, and all the nasty sh!t, had to fight the fight of his life to escape. Being pinned to the wagons at first, Greg snapped, letting all his insane anger, frustration, and hunger (he hasn;t eaten in forever ppl!) out. Jerking his pistols, Gre quickly fired, and killed 6 of the surrounding enemy. He jumped into the back of a wagon and waited for a pause in the fire as he reloaded. Before he could sit up, a bullet broke through the wagon and hit him in the calf. Greg shouted in pain, but it only fueled his insanity. He didn't fear death. He was ready for it. As soon as there was a pause in the shots, Greg sat up and began shooting again. Now that Greg had defeated the current problem, he moved toward the saloon, looking for a horse. Slowed because of his calf, Greg watched as the wagon train blazed by.
(Ok, skipping ahead, b/c Greg doesn't have much to do with the whoel train chase)
Greg rode the horse as fast as possible with his calf and sholder, his shoulder having been shot when he had encountered a few left over Scorpions in town. AS he neared the bust clouds that he had followed, Greg began to recognize the land scape. They were headed for the mine! He road faster, trying to get to the mine to help. Without warning, a giant explosion shook the earth. Greg stopped the horse for a minute and watched wide eyed. He quickly road again and found Buddy standing outside the mine with the others. Greg stared at the cave. He could see tears welling in Buddy's eyes. Then greg remembered something. "Buddy, what about the way you and Catori got out the first time?! What if she knew where to go...?
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Greg smiled. "Now, up to bed kids." They stared at the two old friends in disbelief. Lilly ushered them upstair. "You listen to your uncles. Get up there!" Greg turned to Buddy. "That is how you keep them guessing friend."
we need new blood, or more folks willing to invent actual story to follow along, because whenever I do it, and try to include stuff for 'everyone' then nobody follows or posts for weeks so all that story is wasted, like the money train, the Scorpions, Cavendish 'hiring' everyone for whatever jobs they could all come up with for themselves (nobody came up with ANYTHING but me) the connections to Leo, the disappearance of DR ( when the inventor and creator and mastermind behind the whole Western idea quits, that's a big sign!!)... Trickster was cool, for what 1 week or 2? now Matt's got story, and oops no more Matt...
its Summer, kids so in between mowing lawns and going camping or whatever else it is kids do these days, you all can post once or twice or twelve times a day!!! that's all I'm saying...
oh, and no mobsters or mutants or high school hijinks, or one-winged or nightmare dream demons... it's a freaking Western!!
THAT's all I'm saying!