Paco Valdez
EU
<font face="bookman old style">Lying still on the ground, you watch as the the shadows move silently along the edges of your visual range. There are three of them in all, from what you can make out.
A few moments later you hear your captors cry out. You look towards the fire and see two of them slumped forward, arrows proturding from their backs. The other two have guns drawn and are staring into the hills with wide eyes.
One of the men, the gentleman leader, meets your gaze.
"Give me a gun," You tell him. "I'll fight." He looks at you unsure, but another volley of arrows changes his mind real quick as hisn partner takes an arrow in the leg.
He nods and tosses you one of his guns. You catch the pistol and stare in the direction of the shadows you saw moving around before. There is nothing there now save for the black of night.
As one, five shadows stand with bows in hand and unleash another assault. You fire on them the moment they stand, dropping one of them. Another indian falls from one of the Vigilante's bullets. The arrows seem to miss you and the "gentleman" but riddle the other vigilante liks pins in those dolls the slaves use in Louisianna.
You signal for the Vigilante to move forward and he nods in compliance. The two of you move closer to the barren hill atop which the natives hide on shoes striking the earth far too loudly for your comfort.
The three remaining indians rise together again, one of them firing prematurely at your previous position while the other two quickly locate the two of you and take aim. Your bullets and those of the Vigilante take them down before they can release the arrows.
The Vigilante walks over to you, holstering his pistol as you stand there looking back at him warily. He stops several feet from you and holds out a hand to shake. You take the hand and give it a firm shake.
"You may have saved my life right there," He says to you. "Why don't you take one of those horses and get the hell out of here?"
He twists the tip of his handlebar mustache as you consider his offer.
"What will you tell Valdez?" You ask.
"I'll tell him the indians killed you and took your body," He says shrugging. "What does it matter what I tell him? Get the hell out of here."
You thank him and mount up on the nearest horse. You cast a wary glance over your shoulder at him and he smiles and waves you goodbye.
The horse takes off at a kick from your heel and you are off, headed for the next town and prepared to drift along through the West like a tumble weed on a light wind.
That's when a clap of thunder sounds behind you and a sharp pain blasts through your head. You drop to the ground limply and lye on the ground staring at your pooling blood and some pink tissue that you can only assume is a chunk of your brain.
You can faintly hear footsteps walking up beside you as your vision dims to black.
"I might just tell him I had to kill you while you tried to escape though," The gentleman says from above you; "Who knows?"
His sinister laughter is the last thing you hear as your life drains from your body.
<font face="bookman old style">Lying still on the ground, you watch as the the shadows move silently along the edges of your visual range. There are three of them in all, from what you can make out.
A few moments later you hear your captors cry out. You look towards the fire and see two of them slumped forward, arrows proturding from their backs. The other two have guns drawn and are staring into the hills with wide eyes.
One of the men, the gentleman leader, meets your gaze.
"Give me a gun," You tell him. "I'll fight." He looks at you unsure, but another volley of arrows changes his mind real quick as hisn partner takes an arrow in the leg.
He nods and tosses you one of his guns. You catch the pistol and stare in the direction of the shadows you saw moving around before. There is nothing there now save for the black of night.
As one, five shadows stand with bows in hand and unleash another assault. You fire on them the moment they stand, dropping one of them. Another indian falls from one of the Vigilante's bullets. The arrows seem to miss you and the "gentleman" but riddle the other vigilante liks pins in those dolls the slaves use in Louisianna.
You signal for the Vigilante to move forward and he nods in compliance. The two of you move closer to the barren hill atop which the natives hide on shoes striking the earth far too loudly for your comfort.
The three remaining indians rise together again, one of them firing prematurely at your previous position while the other two quickly locate the two of you and take aim. Your bullets and those of the Vigilante take them down before they can release the arrows.
The Vigilante walks over to you, holstering his pistol as you stand there looking back at him warily. He stops several feet from you and holds out a hand to shake. You take the hand and give it a firm shake.
"You may have saved my life right there," He says to you. "Why don't you take one of those horses and get the hell out of here?"
He twists the tip of his handlebar mustache as you consider his offer.
"What will you tell Valdez?" You ask.
"I'll tell him the indians killed you and took your body," He says shrugging. "What does it matter what I tell him? Get the hell out of here."
You thank him and mount up on the nearest horse. You cast a wary glance over your shoulder at him and he smiles and waves you goodbye.
The horse takes off at a kick from your heel and you are off, headed for the next town and prepared to drift along through the West like a tumble weed on a light wind.
That's when a clap of thunder sounds behind you and a sharp pain blasts through your head. You drop to the ground limply and lye on the ground staring at your pooling blood and some pink tissue that you can only assume is a chunk of your brain.
You can faintly hear footsteps walking up beside you as your vision dims to black.
"I might just tell him I had to kill you while you tried to escape though," The gentleman says from above you; "Who knows?"
His sinister laughter is the last thing you hear as your life drains from your body.
