[Moosh da Outlaw]

Out of Coffee: Sorry for the longish post of pretty much nonsense that nobody will bother to read. I forgot how much fun it is to write for characters in western Mudos. xD

BIC:
Bo jabbed Jaqueline forcefully in the ribs with his shotgun, pulling back his lip in a bitter snarl.
"Well, well, well, what have we got here? Some dumb grubb's waltzed right in our trap and damn ruined it!" He snarled. Jaqueline stiffened; his breath smelled disgusting.
Palitar sprang in front of the tall wolvark, brandishing his walking-stick-spear. He waved it around a bit just to make a point. "Let her go!" He demanded, prodding him with his weapon.
A rumble built in Bo's chest that soon grew to a roaring laugh. The outlaw and wolvark combination that surrounded them laughed along obediently. Bo leaned forward and stared Palitar in the eyes. "I wouldn' be doin' that if I was you." he motioned with his shotgun. "This'n thing packs a huuuuge punch. One shot of this, and there wouldn' be enough left of ya ta feed a fly." He turned back to his gang. "Get yer weapons, boys! Lets show these here grubbs what happens when they mess with Bo and his crew---"
"Wait!" Jaqueline said suddently, her eyes pale and blank. "Don't shoot!"
"Why not?" Bo growled.
Jaqueline grinned worriedly. "Cuz', well, if you shoot, ya won't find out about the gold."
Palitar glanced up at Jaqueline as though saying 'you sure thats a good idea?' Bo's eyes flashed as his gang started murmuring to one another. The wolvark hunter sneered. "What gold?"
"Untie me, and you'll know." She said, crossing her arms. Bo paused, considering his options, but seeing as he had the IQ of a tomato and was no good at making considerations, he cut Jaqueline down anyway. She landed with a loud 'Oof!' on top of Palitar, knocking them both to the ground.
"Now where's that gold?" He snarled, pressing the barrel of his weapon against the side of her head. Jaqueline's face darkened; her eyelids lowered slightly, and she gave a toothy, evil smile.
"I sense..." she said, sweeping her arm out dramatically, "that it is very near---"
"Oh, what?" Bo snarled, looking offended. "Now ya sense it? Who do you take me for?"
She rounded on him suddently. He flinched involuntarily, and his gang tensed, surprised. Her voice constricted into what sounded like two voices at once. "How dare you speak to me in such a manner, intolerable little fool! Do you not know who you are speaking to?"
Bo opened his mouth to speak, but Jaqueline cut him off. She swept one of her long, blue sleeves around over the bottom half of her face, her silver eyes wide and mysterious. By now her audience looked genuinely perplexed. Palitar folded his hands, looking meek and humble, like a gentle, obeying servant.
"It is I, Jaqueline the Seer, Jaqueline the Prophet!" she threw her hands in the air and walked around. Everybody backed up, startled and frightened. She practically had them eating out of the palm of her hand; she could tell them anything, and they'd believe it. "Destroy me and I will lay a curse on you and your decendants for eternety! Spite shall boil in your stomachs, suffering shall breed in your mind, like wild mice---"
"But where's the gold?" Bo said with a faint whine.
Jaqueline barked; "the Hoss river, I say!" She pointed a shaking finger towards the stream. She grabbed Palitar's hand and bowed, her voice lowering to a dramatic finale. "That is all you may know."
"But what about---"
They took off running. The group shifted aside and let them pass for fear of having curses cast on their families and whatnot. Bo stared after them, saying, "But how---?"

They stopped running and ground to a hault close to the coal mines, panting and puffing. Palitar, who had seen Jaqueline preform the 'don't mess with me cuz i'm a badass fortune teller' act preformed so many times that he couldn't even count them all, had nothing to say except; "I still want that tv."
She slapped him.