"Well, let's see here... I remember... A river... In the mine," Nat mumbled, barely comprehensible.
"That's right, there was a river... And when it collapsed... Did we fall in the river, negro?"
"Will you quit callin' me 'negro'? I have a name, you know. Anyways... I think we did! You're onto something... And then we... We almost drowned. And Catori was in there too, and we saved her, somehow... Ain't that right?"
"Si, I mean yes... I can't remember how."
Buddy couldn't bear to hope that Catori was still alive, after all he had seen at the mine, BOTH times at the mine, in fact! Sure, they got lucky the once, but there was no TNT explosives involved that first time; dumb luck had saved them in the first cave in.
He also couldn't stomach the way his demeanor had changed since she was killed; he wouldn't be so cold and calculating and heartless when it comes to gunning down greedy banditos and old Army arch-rivals, if Catori saw him in his current state, if there was even a chance she might live to hear the twisted tales and legends this night would surely spawn...
"No..." Buddy began. Was he changing his mind about the whole perfectly planned and executed execution of the Scorpion bandits? or was he giving up all hope on ever seeing Catori alive again? Greg and the other friends and deputies would never know which, because at that moment, screams and cries went up from down the darkened main street.
"The Scorpions! They are coming!!"
And, come they did, the final dirty dozen of them, each dragging in their arms a civilian hostage at gunpoint! Among the hostages were the children, Lily and Benny Sisco from the mercantile, and Mr Cavendish himself, abducted from the hotel, and the bartender from the saloon!!
None of the twelve banditos was Jericho or the black hat, though, but these odds were formindable enough for the few law-dogs.
"You know why we're here, Sheriff.." one of the goons growled. "You know what we want, now give it up, or watch these fine folks die!"
Greg ignored the bandits for a brief minute and looked at Buddy. "Don't doubt yourself friend. Catori would back you up on this, she wants the right thing to happen. Just do this, and we can find your love." With that he spun on his heels and looked at the bandits. "Now looky here friend. We have a bunch of yellow bellied wussies. Can't come to an already outnumbered fight favoring them. They have to hide behind innocents." He smiled, hoping it would play on the bandits nerves to see he was totally nervless about the whole thing. He saw a bandit pull the hammer back on his pistol. "You sure you want to do that b@stard? You know I've got a quicker hand then you. If you want to live to see the end of this little fight, i would suggest you wait till the talking's done."
"Talk IS done!" the brazen bandit snarled, pulling the trigger.
-BLAM!- the bartender's brains were splattered over the near-by bandit and little Benny Sisco, who cried and screamed and kicked weakly, his injuries keeping the kid docile in the grip of the greasy goon.
"Show me the money!" the rest of the bandits also cocked their pistols and all took a step toward the bank, while the unblocked bandit behind the barkeep took aim on the cocky deputy, Greg Dobson.
"You might get me, quick-draw.. maybe even get a few of my pals her behind me, but sure, a few more of these fine young folks will also die... live with that, or let us pass! We'll do our business and be on our way!"
It was a long, tense drawn out moment there and then, as 'Sheriff' Buddy Reno considered all options.
"OK..." Buddy sighed, rising slowly, lowering his pistol, setting the gun on the card table, and dangling the key to the vault in his hand.
"Greg..." he motioned to Greg to lower his weapon, and nodded when Greg cocked an unsure eyebrow at him "Let's move it into the bank, off the streets. People don't need to see any more of this..."
It took every ounce of strength for Greg not to pull his gun and start killing. He walked into the bank and swore loudly. Before any of the bandits could see him, he tucked on of his pistols in his belt behind him and leaned against the wall. As soon as these bastards were in one group, he was gonna blow every single one of there brains out, and then make sure to save the one that had shot the bar tender and slit his throat slowly.
While the bandits and the hostages moved into the bank, all guns at the ready the left over bandit took the banker as his new hostage, and demanded his key.
Buddy moved to Greg and tapped him calmly on the shoulder.
"Easy friend... easy..." he whispered.
The bandits flicked the keys into the vault and turned the tumblers, and the vault -click-ed audibly, one of the double-locks sprung.
"The combination!!" the bandit snarled, shoving the banker hard against the vault door, the pistol tight against the back of his head.
"He doesn't know it..." Buddy explained loudly. "Only I do..."
"Let a hostage go, and I will open it..."
The bandits looked to one another for a moment, and shoved Cavendish forward. "Don't need you any more, Mr Money Man! In a few minutes, we'll all be richer than God hisself!" the bandit shoved Cavendish out the front door, then turned back and took aim at Buddy.
Buddy frowned and stepped to the vault, spinning the temblor dial, and in moments, the lock clicked into place. the door was swung open, and the sealed cash bags from the Federal Reserve were revealed, and the crowd of bandits reveled, hooted and hollered, many of them releasing their hostages in their excitement and awe, stomping happily into the vault!!!
In less than a minute after the vault door swung open, Buddy and Greg were outside with 9 of the hostages and only 2 bandits holding 2 hostages, while most of the Scorpions moved on the money....
"WAIT!" the leader (the barkeep murderer) tried to maintain some sense of order there, to no avail... it was now or never, for the heroes, but Buddy was unarmed!!
if only there was a quick way to take out the 2 gunners and still yet somehow trap the other bandits...
hmmmm...
😉
Greg moved. He shot the two bandits, and the rest of the hostages either got under cover, or ran from the bank. Greg crouched behind the bank counter and pointed his pistols at the bandits in the vault. "Now, you can throw all of ur weapons out here, or you can get that vault door shut on you, and left to rot with your money, choose one."
The bandits answered in gunpowder, blasting away while Buddy charged the bank vault door, slamming it in place! YAY!!!
Buddy smiled at Greg and looked at the massive thick steel vault door.
"See... easy..." he winked.
"Not that easy, Sergeant, uhhh, Sheriff Reno..." Jericho confessed, stepping into the bank along with even more soldier Scorpion troops. "We still hold the town, and now, after all this posturing and pussy-footing around tonight by you law-men, we have our Gatling gun moved into position to level not only those few hostages but also their families, homes and livelihoods here... I'll destroy it all, everything in this little place you think you call Home... like you took your part in destroying me, and my life... you know I have nothing more to lose, Reno... GIVE ME MY MONEY!!!"
grrrr... 🙂
((damn Slick, could you make this any harder on us, lol))
Greg shook his head with a smile. "Well, if I didn't think I should have killed you when I had the chance a minute ago, I sure do now." Greg only had to get a chance to jump behind that Gatlin gun, and it would be cool, but he wasn't so sure that was gonna happen. Greg picked up the bottle of whiskey that sat on the bank table and took a couple big gulps. He always thought better when almost drunk. He waited for Buddy's move.
((so many twists... I know... it's getting a little crazy, but almost done...))
Buddy was about spent at that point; he knew that the mastermind would eventually reveal himself that night, and that it would signal the beginning of the end of this little drama, but he some how pictured it going down differently... he HAD found a bit of a home here, with or without Catori, these people had something to offer him here. With her was better, of course, but still...
"Too many of them, Greg... I'm sorry... they got the town... they beat us..." he raised his hands and knelt down, wishing he could have joined Greg for that last drink. Jericho shoved Buddy up from the floor and flopped him out the front door, while the soldier Scorpions moved to reopen the vault.
Since it was now Deputy Greg vs about 20 pissed off bandits, and a Gatling gun outside pointed at the milling hostages, he had little choice just then too, but to let the bandits have their loot.
Buddy stumbled to the card table, where he hoped to find his pistol waiting, but that hope too, was dashed in an instant...
"Poor poor ignorant fool..." the Mastermind was finally revealed, as...
Cavendish stood between the Gatling gun and the money-train wagon which was pulled into place out front of the bank, open and ready to be loaded. Cavendish was cloaked in shadows, hidden from most hostages, but Buddy could see his beady little eyes staring out from his perch on the wagon. "You should have joined me at the meeting earlier, Sheriff... you could have been rich, along with your Mexican and Negro friend, and the savage girl..."
The irony was not lost on Buddy then, that all those 'rich friends' of his were now dead at his very own diamond mine, as the money was quickly loaded onto the wagon by the bandits, while Cavendish made his evil-mastermind speech.
"Yes, we would have been quite the team, Reno's Renegades and Cavendish Unlimited and Reno's Renegades... CURR... now, there's just the mangy cur... you, Buddy Reno... stubborn sonofabitch..."
well, this about topped all; there he was, our hero, about to be gunned down by his own gun, by the wicked greedy baron bastard...
"NOOOOO!!!!" the streets were suddenly alight with screams and cries and denials of justice, as the townsfolk were alerted by the gunfire that the scene had begun to be played out at the bank!
Cavendish couldn't risk being IDed by more folks than the Gatling gun could take out, so he climbed into the wagon carriage along with most of the soldiers, while Jericho moved up from the bank, behind Buddy and whacked him with the butt of his pistol.
... all went black for Buddy Reno then and there, as the money-train robbery took yet another turn, the bandits escaping once more with the loot!!
ta da!!!
Greg watched hopelessly, trying to figure out a way to turn it agian. There was no way, he just needed to get to the gatlin gun and he could do it. Maybe if he got into a fight with Jericho, he could make his way that way.....before he had time to finish the thought, he was knocked off his feet to the ground by a solid punch to the haw by Jericho. "Thats for shooting me bastard." Greg stood up again and straightened his shirt.
"Yeah, well at least I didn't shoot you in the back like a yellow bellied dancer girl. Actually, i think i know a dancer thats more of a man then you." Again, he was knocked to the ground, probably farther then he should have gone, and about 4 feet from the gatlin gun. He had to make a choice here. Spitting blood from his mouth, Greg stood again. "You know, I thought for a while that you would change, but I guess not. Once a wussy, always a wussy." He was hit again, and spun up against the wagon, moving to the open back. His world spun from the impact and a tad from the whiskey. He held up his hands. "Alright Jericho, you win, I'm done," he said, with a slight slur from his swollen lip. Jericho smirked and walked off. Greg smiled and jumped into the wagon, slitting the gunners throat with his boot knife, and skinned the dead mans pistol, and aimed the gatlin gun at the wagon of soldiers. "Never turn your back on Greg Dobson you son of a b!tch!" As Jericho spun on his heel, Greg fired and blew Jericho's brain into the dirt. He quickly put his finger on the trigger of the Gatlin gun and spoke. "Now then, if you don't mind Mr. Cavendish, go to hell!!" He fired at the wagon, obliterating it, and then sprayed into the bank, littering the place with gun fire. He stopped just long enough to pick off the single soldiers with his pistol and then laid his hands back on the gatlin gun.
((now, thats just b/c i'm really tired, and Greg hasn't been a super hero in a while, and I'm really bored, so if that doesn't work, then totally ignore it, just tell me if you want to keep it or not))
Name: Storm
Age: 30
Physical Appearence: Tall brown hair with green eyes.He had a beard covering his chin and he wore a brown leather vest and some black worn out pants along with a buttom up shirt.He wore a cowboy hat hed had for 10 years it was his good luck charm.
Job: Duelist gets enough money from his fights to live.
Horse/other animals: Only was horse that goes by the name of DayLight.
Background : His one and only love was killed by a man who was robbing his house one day.The man had men and they killed his wife.He then shot the mans arm off and managed to escape after killing the
~Ok I posted this in the registration but posted it here for the people who dont visit that thread anymore.~
~Can somebody fill me in on whats going on ?~
Name: Storm
Age: 30
Physical Appearence: Tall brown hair with green eyes.He had a beard covering his chin and he wore a brown leather vest and some black worn out pants along with a buttom up shirt.He wore a cowboy hat hed had for 10 years it was his good luck charm.
Job: Duelist gets enough money from his fights to live.
Horse/other animals: Only was horse that goes by the name of DayLight.
Background : His one and only love was killed by a man who was robbing his house one day.The man had men and they killed his wife.He then shot the mans arm off and managed to escape after killing the
~Can somebody fill me in on whats going on ?~
~how's about we keep everything up to and including gatling down Jericho and the soldiers, but the money train wagon escapes from the range of the gun before Greg can splatter Cavendish or the wagon... Greg still the super hero and the last little money train thing gets exposed, right now...~
The carnage was near complete, when the steel wagon rumbled away from the bank; Jericho and most every Scorpion was killed dead, but the Mastermind and the money was getting away...
... well, the Mastermind was getting away, at least...
"See..." Buddy slurred, staggering to his feet, rubbing the back of his skull where he'd been pistol-whipped. "Simple..."
Pretty simple any way... minimal hostage casualties, severe and crippling losses to the Scorpion bandits and they only got away with money, not blood and money.
"Well, now we have to go chase them down again! To get the money back!" Greg sighed and frowned. "But at least we didn't both end up stuffed inside these here coffins!"
Buddy nodded in agreement, stepping to the blood splattered coffin nearest him, plucking the tin star from the coffin lid, poking it back to his vest and kicking the lid from the coffin.
"Yep... good thing..." Buddy agreed. "No room in any of these things for all this money, let alone any one of our bodies!!"
Before Greg could pick his jaw up off the ground, Buddy shot him that knowing grin and wink. "All they got was bags and bags full of WANTED POSTERS... WANTED: RENO'S RENEGADES!! HAHA!!
Now, let's get this cash secure in the bank, change that combination, and clean this place up before morning..."
It was doubtful Cavendish and the black hat (Bart) would stop before morning, if they stopped at all before reaching their lair. Doubtful too they would return to New Hope again, after the case of whoop ass handed to the Scorpions by Renegade Confederate soldier Buddy Reno and his band of bandit-busting deputies...
by the time they knew thye had been duped, the little burg of New Hope Texas would be more than ready to stand up to the scourge of Cavendish and whatever else he had in store for Buddy Reno's Renegades!
Reno's Renegades rule the wild wild west!
THE END
((sorry Stormiester... no more story left to tell 😄 good effort though!
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!))
**applause** well done, exalent. I was actually going to ask if the bags were realy money, LOL, but hey, whats the fun in knowing before the times comes. SO, is that the end of this wonderfully exciting thread?? OR are we going to work up another great adventure. I have the beginning of Catori's return if you do, or she could die from her wounds, and make it easy.
~I'mgoing to finish my story in an Angel manner, while leaving it open for when and if we gat any more interest~
Leo's eyes met his brothers. He heard and partially saw some scorpians move on the roofs above him, they held rifles in their hands. Leo's hand wavered over his right pistol. A ball of tumbleweed rolled past...it was time.
Everything seemed to slow down, Leo's hand grabbed the un and whipped it out of it's holster faster than his brothers hand. His finger pulled the trigger upon coming in line with it's target. Wolfe's hand also pulled the trigger.
The two bullets flew through the air, almost like two lovers in a field running towards each other. Leo's hit first, it went straight through Wolfe's black, cold heart. Wolfe's bullet had missed it's target and hit leo in the left thigh (sp?). Leo then spun around and grabebd his other gun shooting at some of the scorpians who had taken aim upon him. he limped as fast as he could into a nearby alley and reloaded. He wouldn't have enough bullets to take on the scorpians, and he was one man against an army...sighing he got ready for the hardest and possibly final challenge of his life.