The sun weighed heavily upon the solitary outlaw as he sat and waited for a train destined to come through the pass at any given moment. As soon as you see it,make your move…. Don’t wait for anything, he thought to himself. He despised jobs like these,having to make sure this ****ing train made it to whatever God damn town it was supposed to reach safely. Well,this time he was finally getting some action...the robust renegade allowed way for a smile to creep across his stony face: this time,he would be “handling” a young bandido,who acclaimed his infamy by the alias “The Kid.” Ready to show this piece of **** who the the real badass is, the thought pervaded his mind every moment he had to console himself. “Come on…” he muttered softly. His feet were tapping in agitation, when finally, the sound of a train's whistle brought his lowered gaze to attention. Bingo, he thought to himself as he glanced casually towards a felonious gang of riders driving up to the oblivious locomotive.
After what seemed like eternity, the outlaw made it to the train, glimpsing inside the car at a sort of safe distance before he gracing the little ****s with his presence. He heard a lull,gentlemanly voice promenade from within the passenger car: “Now,bring all of your jewels and other valuable items into this here sack,or my pard’ners will make sure of it you won't even make it off the train alive.”
If there was any other pair of testicles stuck between this bastard’s legs, he would of shot them on the spot, but this man had a large bounty worth 2 billion dollars and he wasn’t known for wastin’ no time, so he heaved himself into the train car with gunblade in his hand and a wry grin on his face.
“And what if these folks don’t what either option?” Ridiculous question, but one rewarded with an equally dumb answer as he retracted his blade - drawn and ready to dig into flesh. He had had wallowed in his impatience for quite a long while, so the feeling of action instantly flowed through him like relief from a bad itch he really needed to scratch. However, now wasn't the time to start going crack-**** crazy. He had to find a way to make sure the people on the train could get by without any scratches.
“Who the hell are you,stranger?” one of the bandidos asked - from what the outlaw had seen this bandido was a rather heavy set man,but had a stench that lingered of blood…none of it his own. He has to keep a close eye on this one as well as Kid.
“What a drag….” He said out loud,letting them all hear the sigh weigh anchor in his voice,“and I thought I was going to bag one hell of a bandido, ****….” This angered his mark to an extent, causing the large man to walk toward him with fists clenched and blood veins bursting out of his arms and neck.
“Now see here !” he growled ,making the passengers on the train jump with fright at the big man’s voice and tone.
Though the outlaw gazed around at the ragtag gang of big and small men, stopping to gaze at the pinnacle of wickedry himself. The Kid smiled toward him as a gloved left hand rests on the pommel of his gladius “What on earth makes you say that,my young friend?” the southern gentleman had said to the young rebel with a smile that would give the Cheshire cat a run for his money.
While the outlaw gave him a look of utter and sincere boredom, the man whom had bolstered against the younger had grasped the heavy cleaver he had concealed at his back. “I’ll show you to talk back to us,you little **** !” the man growled deeply as he would dash to the renegade with seething hatred.
Wondering if this is good enough so far...?