[stonetooth]

Day Three: Events at the Store

It was late in the morning whenever Clucks went to Mr.Lester's store. At first he thought about going to the office first, but he figured that Charles would already be at the store, waiting impatiently for him. So he arrived at the store and saw Lester, a very fat clacker with glasses. "Why hello there Lester! Is charles around here somewhere, by any chance?" he said in a friendly tone.
"No, haven't seen hide nor hair of Charles, or anyone else..." he said with a disapointed grunt. "Seems buisness is getting a slower and slower these days. Probably because of those outlaws and what not..." he continued on.
"Of course, of course Mr.Lester." Clucks said, trying to get the old man to stop ranting on about young juvenile kids these days.
"Why, your a very nice young fella', Clucks. I tell you what, do you mind keeping watch of the store while I go find Charles and maybe have a good ol' chat with him?"
"No problem at all, Lester. Take your time." he said with a smile.
"I'll be back in a jiff." Lester said, and ran out the door. Clucks had nothing to do for awhile, so he whiled away the minutes looking through the things Lester had in his store. "Hey, kid. Where's Lester?" someone coming into the store said somewhat angrily.
Without turning around to tell the person face to face he simply said, "Off on a errand. He'll be back sometime soon, I think." Clucks said, focused on looking through some of the amazing things at the store.
"Well tell you what, clakker. How about you git' behind the couner and open up the register, and give us the moolah init', if you don't mind?" Clucks heard a evil chuckle from a second person, and he turned around.
"Hey know, I don't know what your think--..OH MY ODD! OUTLAWS!!!" he shouted. "Now now, you best get out of this store, I got half a mind to shoot you two.." He said, reaching to his holster, which he disapointedly found empty.
"Well well, chicken boy, looks like you're just out of luck." one of the outlaws carried a club while the other had on knuckle-dusters, and they slowly came closer to him. Clucks was slowly edging his way down one of the isles and was looking around for a makeshift weapon. He grabbed a glass bottle off of one of the shelves and threw it at the closest outlaw right in the face, and the outlaw fell backwards.
"You little git! You knocked Zed unconscious! Why I outta..." he hefted his club and smashed it down onto Clucks head with a loud WHACK. Clucks slowly sunk down to the ground, one hand on his head, until it slipped away and he slowly fell into unconsciousness. The last thing he heard was the crazy laughter of the outlaw, until all went black...