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The hare turns to Wild-Eye. "That was just... sorprendente!" He moves next to Bluethorn. "Don't you worry, amico. I've got your back."
The man smiles a wicked smile.
"Excellent. We duel at sunse-"
Even he is startled by the gunshot, which coincidentally whizzed by just inches from his left ear. He holds a hand to his ear and feels it, noticing a small spot where the fur was blown off by the force of the bullet.
He glares at Wild-Eye Will. "You're pretty good with that gun," he says nonchalantly.
(The pronghorn ducks for a moment as the gun goes off. Once the coast is clear, he gets up and walks over to Puma and Bluehthorn.) You got a lotta guts, fellers.
Wild-Eye holsters his pistol and leaves the establishment before the barkeep can kick him out.
"Lucky I ain't fightin that guy," the man mutters under his breath, before loudly clearing his throat.
"A-anyways. We duel at sunset."
With that, the man turns on his high heels and sashays out of the saloon, the looming shadow of his sombrero fading into the light of the midday sun.
Puma runs over to Bluethorn. "I'm sorry, buddy. You shouldn't have had to volunteer yourself. I can do the duel. I just need a gun..."
The hare sighs. "Porca Vacca... Anyway, I didn't quite get your names. I myself go by the name of Elio." He extends a mildly elongated, rather paw-like hand towards the three of them.
"But... are you sure?" says Bluethorn. "I could... ah, who am I kidding, I don't have a gun either. I have no idea how we're getting out of this one now."
"Bluethorn," he says to the hare, shaking his paw.
"Whatever, as long as it's someone else who gets shot"
The Prairie Dog continues laughing. ďHeh, yeah, youíre pretty screwed there.Ē
"Hey, Mr. Bartender, do you maybe have a gun we could borrow?"
ďYouíre kiddiní me! Youíre jokiní me! I canít believe my eyes! Kid, Iím betting against you! Whatís my motivation to help you out in the slightest? You know what, just for the utter moxy of it...Ē
The Prairie Dog retreats below the bar and returns upward in a momentís notice, now holding a shiny, silver revolver. ďHere. Take my handcannon. See how well you do out there against a professional.Ē
(The pronghorn shakes his head as the bartender gives Puma and Bluethorn his gun, not even because he actually wants to help them, either. He then turns to Puma and Bluethorn.) If there's anythin' I can do to help you fellers prepare for this, I'll do whatever I can. For what it's worth, I actually believe in you. Like I just said, you've got a lot of guts.
Edited by kablammin45 on May 5th 2020 at 3:50:58 PM
"Th-thanks," says Bluethorn to the pronghorn. He then takes the gun from the bartender.
Edited by Bluethorn on May 5th 2020 at 3:56:24 PM
"Ya got this, Puma my boy. You too, Blue." the lady says, unceremoniously sliding her empty glass of beer down the bar table until it falls over the edge.
Edited by CustardAndPie on May 5th 2020 at 10:34:13 AM
Elio smiles when Bluethorn takes the gun. "If there's anything I can do for you and your gang, I'll be more than happy to help."
"Well, thanks, fellas," says Puma. He chuckles nervously. "Uh, any of ya got a gun I can use, too? We can't let the sheriff see me holding it, though."
Wish I had one to give you, but I lost my revolver last week. (The pronghorn says.) Knew I should have replaced that holster. Had to give away as I was crossing the river...
Elio hands his gun over to Puma. "Here. Not the most comfortable grip in the world, but that might just be me. Let's see if you like it."
Edited by GoldenCityBird on May 5th 2020 at 9:24:05 AM
Fortunately, Wild-Eye was sitting on the steps of the saloon, still within Puma's earshot. He takes his gun out of his holster, and slides it along the floor, under the door. It hits one of Puma's feet.
Unfortunately, Wild-Eye did not hear Elio hand the gun over, so his generosity is rendered redundant.
Edited by WilliamRadarStorm on May 5th 2020 at 4:25:33 AM
Elio blushes upon seeing Wild-Eye's gun glide across the floor. "Oh..." he mutters in suprise. Starting to giggle, he gives his gun to the pronghorn.
Oh, you don't hafta give me your gun. (The pronghorn says to Elio.) I still have my speed and my head to defend myself with.
"I see, then. Well, if you'll excuse me for a moment, I have a drink to finish. I'll be back soon enough." Elio returns to his table, keeping a silent eye on Bluethorn, Puma and the pronghorn.
Edited by GoldenCityBird on May 5th 2020 at 10:15:09 AM
"Thanks, all of you," says Puma. "Now, the next problem is..."
Puma looks uncomfortable. "Are we really gonna have to kill this guy? I mean, I sure don't want to die, but I don't feel good about killing someone either. Heck, even with Minigun Mike, I wanted to bring him in alive.'
"Y'all are damn annoying."
A man sitting at the bar turns around...Or at least, his head does. The head, a cow skull floating completely detached from the rest of the body, glances between each person in the group with vacant eyesockets.
"But whatever y'all are doin', I'm in."
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