Paco Valdez
BG
You're not just going to leave your things behind. You walk the last several feet into the hotel and make your way to your room.
After opening the door you quickly gather all of your belongings and stuff them into your traveling bag before exiting the room and walking down the empty hall at a brisk pace.
Though your legs move quickly, the walk seems to take forever. The fall of your foot seems to echo around like thunder in a valley and you cringe with every step.
At long last you reach the lobby and walk out the front door, turning immediatley towards the stables. You make your way down the dusty path at a pace somewhere between a frantic hurry and a casual stroll. You're trying to look like everyone else in this town, right?
The only problem, you realise as you look around, is that no one else is out. They seem to have all disappeared since the Vigilantes made their presence in town.
You spot the three men, still atop their horses, talking to your old Vigilante drinking buddy just outside one of the saloons. You see your old pal look right at you and then shake hiis head "no" at the three mounted Vigilantes.
You duck quickly into the stables before they notice your presence. It takes a while to locate the stable in which they put Betty, but eventually you do and you pat her side twice in greeting.
You nearly jump up out of your boots when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Dreading the inevitable you turn around, fully expecting to find one of the Vigilantes staring you in the face. Instead you are greeted by the reassuringly worried face of the young stable boy.
"You better get out of here, mister," He says to you in a breaky adolescent voice.
"I agree whole heartedly," You respond politely.
"They were just asking about you, but I didn't tell them anything," He says.
"Thank you," You say. "I appreciate that."
"Well," He explains; "I didn't really put two and two together until I saw you walk in just now."
You scowl a little and saddle Betty up. The boy still stands as you plant one foot in your steed's stirrup. "Is there something I can help you with?" You ask him.
"Yes sir," He says in his broken voiced; "You owe me for your horse's night in the stable."
"Oh," You say. "I almost forgot."
You dig into your bag in search of some coin to present the young man, all the while cursing him inwardly. Only a heartless fool would ask for money at a time like this.
Just when you produce the coin a man walks into the stables, his features blackened by the sun at his back. You squint to make out who he is, but do not recognize him until he walks further into the stables and out from the glare of the sun.
It is your old drinking buddy from Fullton. The Vigilante.
You're not just going to leave your things behind. You walk the last several feet into the hotel and make your way to your room.
After opening the door you quickly gather all of your belongings and stuff them into your traveling bag before exiting the room and walking down the empty hall at a brisk pace.
Though your legs move quickly, the walk seems to take forever. The fall of your foot seems to echo around like thunder in a valley and you cringe with every step.
At long last you reach the lobby and walk out the front door, turning immediatley towards the stables. You make your way down the dusty path at a pace somewhere between a frantic hurry and a casual stroll. You're trying to look like everyone else in this town, right?
The only problem, you realise as you look around, is that no one else is out. They seem to have all disappeared since the Vigilantes made their presence in town.
You spot the three men, still atop their horses, talking to your old Vigilante drinking buddy just outside one of the saloons. You see your old pal look right at you and then shake hiis head "no" at the three mounted Vigilantes.
You duck quickly into the stables before they notice your presence. It takes a while to locate the stable in which they put Betty, but eventually you do and you pat her side twice in greeting.
You nearly jump up out of your boots when you feel a tap on your shoulder. Dreading the inevitable you turn around, fully expecting to find one of the Vigilantes staring you in the face. Instead you are greeted by the reassuringly worried face of the young stable boy.
"You better get out of here, mister," He says to you in a breaky adolescent voice.
"I agree whole heartedly," You respond politely.
"They were just asking about you, but I didn't tell them anything," He says.
"Thank you," You say. "I appreciate that."
"Well," He explains; "I didn't really put two and two together until I saw you walk in just now."
You scowl a little and saddle Betty up. The boy still stands as you plant one foot in your steed's stirrup. "Is there something I can help you with?" You ask him.
"Yes sir," He says in his broken voiced; "You owe me for your horse's night in the stable."
"Oh," You say. "I almost forgot."
You dig into your bag in search of some coin to present the young man, all the while cursing him inwardly. Only a heartless fool would ask for money at a time like this.
Just when you produce the coin a man walks into the stables, his features blackened by the sun at his back. You squint to make out who he is, but do not recognize him until he walks further into the stables and out from the glare of the sun.
It is your old drinking buddy from Fullton. The Vigilante.