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One would think it out of place, but for some odd reason, David prefered it that way.
David looked up, his hat moving so his tiger face and green eyes could easily be seen. The next town was just ahead, barely more than a stone's throw away.
Growling, the young wolf checked his revolver, before putting it back into it's holster. He still had plenty of ammo, but that could go quickly if he was to fight his way out.
AS soon as David stepped into the saloon, he was taken aback by the sudden change in atmosphere. Unlike outside, where the town seemed dreary and empty, the inside of the saloon was full of life and merriment. In one corner, a group of men sat around a table playing a poker game, and to one wall, a pianist was playing a jovial tune on the ivories. David looked around for a second before making his way to the bar.
Knowing that he needed to skip town soon, he headed for the saloon. Despite the fact that most people here would know his face, the saloon was a relatively safe place. Either someone was too busy with their own affairs, or too drunk to care.
A familiar glint caught Kyle's eye, as he was about to make his way out of the alley. With a sudden movement, he retreated and pressed his back against the wall. Two law-men strode into view, their vigilant eyes just missing his hiding spot.
"I've got to get my stuff and leave, before this bounty gets me jailed or hanged." he muttered, as he slipped out of the alley.
It didn't take him long to reach the saloon. As he entered, he was greeted with the welcoming sound of drunks and cheats. Quite possibly one of the few places he could be without someone pulling a gun on him.
When the bartender offered to fill up his shot glass with another helping of whiskey, David accepted and gulped it down just as fast as the first one. He reached into his wallet and pulled out another coin for payment when he noticed that his supply was getting low. He would have to find work soon, preferably someone in need of his services.
"So, are we here to talk buisness?" Jack asked, and continued without waiting for a response. "I happen to know several carriages are riding into town tomorrow, and-" Kyle interrupted. "I need to get out of this town for awhile. Some of the Lawmen are starting to get aggressive."
Jack looked a bit confused before nodding. "I guess we've been preying too long on this town. Time to move our- oh, thats not good." Jack said, as he looked out a window. A lawman was approaching the saloon. Keeping his head down, he tried to look non-interesting, as well as turning his back on the entrance.
As the lawman walked in, his eyes scanned the crowd. A few drunks looked up suspiciously, though most just went back to drinking. The law-man stayed near the entrance, produced a wanted poster and a nail, and drew his revolver. Using the butt of his gun, he hammered the nail a few times, before exiting.
Both Jack and Kyle looked over to the poster. It was Kyle's face. Underneath it was a bounty. $1000.
Jack and Kyle looked at each other, a worried look in his face. The poster was already catching the attention of several drunks.
Without another question, Kyle moved towards the stairs, making his way to the upstairs room he had secured for a few nights. He needed to get his stuff and get out. Jack remained at his table, the map put away, and him trying to look as calm as possible.
David then stood up and left the Saloon, not noticing that Kyle had actually entered the saloon in the first place. While a regular job would've been okay, David wasn't picky with his work. Bounty hunting, assassinations, mercenary work, even a simple escort; if it paid, he would do it.
He moved downstairs, heading straight for the door. Jack downed the last of his drink, grabbed his top hat and cane, and followed suit.
"Where are we going?" Jack asked as they left the Saloon. Kyle shrugged. "We steal a few horses, and make a break for the nearest town. Or to the nearest dock. Maybe its time to reside in another countr-" Both we're frozen in their tracks, right in the middle of the road. Two lawmen had sighted them, and had stopped their conversation. One went for his revolver, but Kyle beat him to it.
In an instant, Kyle drew his gun, aimed and fired. The gun kicked back, as the first lawman fell, clutch his side. Jack followed up with two shots. The last officer fell, clutching his leg.
"Run." Kyle said, before taking off toward an alley. Jack followed close behind, leaving the two wounded lawmen on the ground.
David raced over to where the two wounded lawmen were and checked them closely. They weren't shot anywhere vital, he noted, so they would live. He then turned to the darkness of the alley and glared before racing into the darkness, reaching into his coat and pulling out a dagger.
Drawing up to a two-story building, He made a quick decision. Approaching the side door, he lashed out with a strong kick. The door flew open. Several well-dressed men looked up from what looked like a business transaction. Kyle didn't care.
"Everyone out!" He yelled, firing his gun into the air. The crowd screamed in shock and fear, as they made their way out the front and back doors. Looking around, it looked like a bar that was used for more polite conversations and such business things. What did it matter? The bar table made for good cover on the first floor, and it looked like someone could get to the second floor, and have a vantage point over the front entrance.
"Get up to the second floor. Shoot any armed man that tries to enter. I'll hold down the floor here." Kyle ordered Jack.
Jack was breathing hard. "What makes you think they're coming after us right now?" he asked. Kyle gave him a stern look. "We just shot two officers of the law. It didn't look fatal, but you can bet that every lawman, mercenary, and vigilante with a gun will be searching for us. And before you asked, no we can just run out of the town. We'd be in the open if we tried to make a run for it at day time. We'll hold out here until night, or if we find another way out, or if they catch us." he hurred. The well-dressed fox nodded, catching his breath, and reloading his revolver. "All my friends back in central Edwin said I was always bold, but you people out here surpass any brazen act I ever dreamed of even attempting." without another word, he made his way to the second floor. The stairs ran along the far wall before running along the next, leading to an upstairs view of the town. Also a good place to shoot down any approachers from the front. Diving behind the bar table, Kyle waited for anyone to show his face.
Rethinking his actions, he realized that his little stunt of driving out everyone from the building, screaming, may have been stupid. Well, Kyle was never the best thinker.
David thought for a second before muttering to himself, 'Perhaps the side entrance?'
"Have they seen you?" Kyle questioned.
"No. They're focused on the front entrance. I can't see the side entrance, though, can you?" Jack admitted. "If you want to check, I'll shout if I see them advancing."
"Fine. I'll go check." He called back up.
He moved towards the side-entrance, gun still pointed towards the front entrance.
He managed to catch the words 'carriage' and 'out of here' and he automatically knew that Kyle - and apparently, a colleague of his - was planning to escape. 'Not while I'm on the job,' he thought, sheathing his dagger and pulling out the 3 foot long Yamahan blade.
Keeping his ear to the door, David heard someone slowly stepping toward the entrance. David took the chance, placed the tip of his sword on the door, and stabbed it through the wood of the door.
On the other side of the door, the blade missed its target, jutting out just ablout two inches in front of Kyle's face.
"They're trying to attack from the side! Keep your head down!" He shouted to Jack, who was still hidden near his vantage point.
"They're not advancing from the front. Keep that side entrance guarded." He called back.
'Or maybe,' he thought to himself, removing his wide-brimmed hat and holding it in his hand. 'Maybe I can give them something to shoot at.'
He then tossed the hat to the side like a frisbee, making sure it flew in front of the window. If he was right, the two inside would be jumpy enough to shoot at their own shadows.
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