Time Traveller
You punch in the digits for the wild west, and press the button. There is a whoosh in your stomach and a bump as you land. You can hear the sound of shouting and bangs outside, so you open the door a little, and you see a huge gunfight going on. It's a woman and three men. One of the men is hiding behind a barrel, and as he stands up, a bullet catches him in the chest, and he falls into the dust.
"Cory! Damn, y'all gonna pay for that one!" one of the other men says, firing back at the woman. You can't see where she is hiding. Suddenly, the second and third men clutch their chests and fall.
The coast appears to be clear, so you step out of the machine. You have arrived right in the middle of the street, so you hurriedly shove the machine beind a nearby building.
"Hey, you there!" a woman's voice shouts at you, "Who's side are you on, huh?"
You spin around, and the woman who was shooting earlier has a six shooter pointed at your chest. You try your best to adopt the accent to match the timezone.
"Why, yours, ma'am. Ah saw how ya shot those three scum back there. Mighty fine shootin'" You feel like an idiot, but she doesn't seem to notice you are not from this time. She doen't lower the gun, however, merely pushes blonde hair out of her eyes and glares at you.
"What's that there funny jacket thing yer wearin'?" She asks, pointing at your lab coat.
"Keeps the heat off in the middle of the day, ma'am"
She lowers the gun, a smile on her lips.
"You must be from outta town, mister, or you'd be armed!" She laughs, "You ain't even got a gun. Here, take this one. You'll need it."
She hands you another six shooter and you take it. She stares at you critically for a few seconds.
"Ah dunno what you wear in your town, mister, but you need some clothes. You better come with me."
You make to follow her, but right then, a man walks up with a golden star on his chest, and a scowl on his face.
"Not again!" he says to the woman, "how many men are ya gonna shoot in this town, huh?"
She shrugs.
"They were steppin on a good lady's space, and they and I had a litle disagreement."
"This here lady ain't good, mister," the Sheriff says to you. "Ya better come with me and give your report of what happened and all."
Now you don't know who to go with. Who is it going to be?
"Cory! Damn, y'all gonna pay for that one!" one of the other men says, firing back at the woman. You can't see where she is hiding. Suddenly, the second and third men clutch their chests and fall.
The coast appears to be clear, so you step out of the machine. You have arrived right in the middle of the street, so you hurriedly shove the machine beind a nearby building.
"Hey, you there!" a woman's voice shouts at you, "Who's side are you on, huh?"
You spin around, and the woman who was shooting earlier has a six shooter pointed at your chest. You try your best to adopt the accent to match the timezone.
"Why, yours, ma'am. Ah saw how ya shot those three scum back there. Mighty fine shootin'" You feel like an idiot, but she doesn't seem to notice you are not from this time. She doen't lower the gun, however, merely pushes blonde hair out of her eyes and glares at you.
"What's that there funny jacket thing yer wearin'?" She asks, pointing at your lab coat.
"Keeps the heat off in the middle of the day, ma'am"
She lowers the gun, a smile on her lips.
"You must be from outta town, mister, or you'd be armed!" She laughs, "You ain't even got a gun. Here, take this one. You'll need it."
She hands you another six shooter and you take it. She stares at you critically for a few seconds.
"Ah dunno what you wear in your town, mister, but you need some clothes. You better come with me."
You make to follow her, but right then, a man walks up with a golden star on his chest, and a scowl on his face.
"Not again!" he says to the woman, "how many men are ya gonna shoot in this town, huh?"
She shrugs.
"They were steppin on a good lady's space, and they and I had a litle disagreement."
"This here lady ain't good, mister," the Sheriff says to you. "Ya better come with me and give your report of what happened and all."
Now you don't know who to go with. Who is it going to be?