[Moosh da Outlaw]

"Shut up!" Charlotte yelled at the top of her lungs, slamming her foot down on the stone floor. Her efforts to control the chaos went by unnoticed amid the loud voices of a hundred outlaws all speaking at once. They were all asking the same thing; what happened to Buckner? Why did he die? Was it murder? And more importantly, who would be their new boss?
"I said, shut up!" Charlotte roared. A few outlaws around her quieted down, but soon started talking again. Losing her patience, Charlotte loaded her rifle, aimed it at the cieling, and fired.
BLAM!!
The bullet ricochet off the cieling and almost hit an outlaw sniper standing nearby. Every outlaw in the abandoned mine turned towards her as silt fell from the fresh dent above their heads.
"Listen to me!" She demanded. "We have no idea who killed Buckner; it doesn't matter right now. For the moment we should just find a new leader."
"Sounds suspitious, if y'ask me." A voice said from farther back in the crowd. It was Willie, leaning against his father's cabin. He took a deep breath from his cigars and sighed.
"What are you saying?" Charlotte growled, her hands closing to fists.
"Oh nuthin'," Willie said, looking up. "you seem eager t'choose a new boss, is all." He shrugged carelessly.
"I'm not being eager about anything." She said through her teeth, pissed that Willie was interrupting.
Willie sighed and twirled his cigars in his hand. "Didn't you just say 'we have no idea who killed Buckner, for the moment we should just find a new leader?'"
Many of the outlaws in the cave murmured in agreement and gave her an angry look; she sneered back at them, her eyes blazing with anger.
"You know I didn't mean it that way!"
"Did you?" Willie asked, standing up. He walked through the crowd towards Charlotte as he spoke. "You were the last person to talk to Buckner- it is suspitious."
"I had other outlaws with me, they saw I didn't do anything." She replied.
Unfortunately, the outlaws were so rowled up now that they ignored that fact. They all glared at her. Some even shouted insults. Charlotte laughed nervously.
"Aw, come on, you don't have enough evidence! And what about Clyde? You're the last person who saw him." Charlotte retorted. Willie shook his head sadly.
"Poor, poor Clyde. If only he were here, he'd know what to do..." This was a complete lie; Clyde was a moron, he would never know what to do. But it sounded good anyway.
Charlotte opened her mouth to speak, but couldin't think of what to say. Outlaws slowly closed in from every side, their weapons raised.
"What are you doing?! I'm not the bad guy---"
A shot was fired from someone in the crowd, the outlaws charged with a yell, and Willie yelled out "Getter boys, but be careful with her head! Yeeah!"
Willie glanced over at Johnathan. He was perched on a crate, watching the scene unfold with his jewel-like eyes. He grinned over at Willie.
"That was neatly done." he said. Willie merely chuckled.

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"WHOARGH! What the HELL!" Charlotte roared, bowling into an outlaw with her head. They attacked from every side, the cutters jabbing her with their knives and the shooters, well, shooting. She ducked, placed her hands firmly on the ground, and slammed into the outlaws pommel-horse style. Her attacks weren't enough, however. She was going to have to run for it.
She grabbed a wooden plank on the floor and swung it, smashing outlaws aside with all her force. An opportunity to escape arose suddently; an outlaw mortar tripped, leaving a gap in the shuffling mass of bandits. She dove through the space and hurried down the tunnel, the sound of angry outlaws steadilty dying off in the distance.

...
...how could I let this happen...?
Charlotte didn't know how long she had been running, nor did she care. It was dark outside and rain was falling by the bucketful, soaking her to the bone and adding unwanted weight to her clothes. She collapsed in an exhausted heap and floundered around in the mud, her limbs convulsing from the cold. She was suddently aware of a pain in the back of her shoulderblade. She reached back and pulled a knife from her shoulder, grunting as the rain and mud flooded her wound.
She didn't want to go anywhere. I'll stay here, she decided. In the rain. In the mud. Wow. It really sucks to be me right now.
Unwillingly, Charlotte pulled herself out of the mud and lay under a ledge in the side of the cliff, panting.
She lowered her heavy eyelids and drifted to sleep.