The Next Day
act 2
Whenever Billy-Jay entered the town, it was in chaos. People were running around, telling everyone about this new "outlaw" who robbed the Gun and Ammo store. Trying to get filled in, he walked up to the closest clakker.
"Hey, what the hell is goin' on?" He asked, looked down at him.
"You didn't hear? Some outlaw, goes by the name Ol' Tim, robbed, the Gun and Ammo store last night, and stole everything. Now we don't got no guns to defend ourselves! It's horrible!" said the clacker.
"Alright then. Can you point me in the direction of the bounty store then?" The clakker pointed westward, and Billy-Jay headed off.
Once he walked into the bounty store, the clerk was sleeping and leaning back in his chair. So he smacked his fist down on the counter, and the startled clerk awoke, and fell backwards, almost breaking the chair. "Hey, how can I help yo-" the clerk was interupted by Billy-Jay's booming voice.
"I hear there's a new outlaw in town, by the name of Ol' Tim, i'm gonna take him down. How much will I get?" he asked impatiently.
"Uh lets see uh..." the idiotic clakker was trying to do the math in his hand until Billy-Jay slammed his fist down onto the table and the clakker quickly said,"About a thousand moolah!"
"Alright. I'll be back soon. Hehe."He slowly walked out of the bounty store.
After a long walk out of town, he saw a rag-tag type of fort, with about two or three dozen men inside. "Might be tougher then I thought." He said to himself. So he decided to go back to town to see if he could get atleast two men to come and help him with this bounty. So whenever he walked back to town and he was almost dying of thirst, he walked up to a pair of somewhat strong looking clakkerz, who had guns. "Hey, you two. You know how to use those guns?" they nodded. "Good, your coming with me then to bounty Ol' Tim. We'll split the moolah three ways."
"WHAT!? ARE YOU GOD DAUM CRAZY!?" the left one said.
"Hey, Joe, grab hold of your self idiot!" the right one slapped him across the face.
"So are you two in or what?" asked Billy-Jay. They nodded.
AGAIN, he walked back to the fort of the outlaws, and, sense it was nightfall, told the others to set up a small camp in the high grass. They set up a tent, and, being so tired from all the walking, they fell asleep almost instantly.
"I got's ya!" said a rough voice, and Billy-Jay looked up. He and the other two clakkerz were surrounded by outlaws, about half a dozen. "You surrender or else we'll gut you all!" the outlaw said.
"Over my dead body, punk!" said Billy-Jay, and pulled out his shot gun.
"It's gonna be a fun night..." said the outlaw with a grin.
(And if you didn't already know, Billy-Jay is a clakker, except bulkier and a bit taller, so he's more "Athletic" then most of his kind.)
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