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<blockquote data-quote="Silver Moon" data-source="post: 1980937" data-attributes="member: 8530"><p><strong>Prelude Two" "The Half Breed", January 31st, 1882</strong></p><p></p><p>The room was cramped and old. The wood creaked and cracked when walked on. Luc had rented the room above the rowdy saloon two months ago. He had been working as the bouncer/janitor. The saloon owner was a fat jovial dwarf named Henry Shankstone. He was the kind of dwarf who didn't care where you came from,who you were or what you were. He only cared that you were in the saloon to have a good time. Even if you were a man with a past. </p><p></p><p>The bar maid Emma had been sneaking looks at Luc since he had arrived. While working he had kept his guns and weapons in his room. Last thing a man on the run wanted was to be challenged by a drunk to a gunfight. Nothing really bad had happened the past two months. Some old prospector had gotten fresh with Emma and Luc had to throw him out. Luc wouldn't have minded staying here. But as was his life, he could never stay in one place for long. It would only be a matter of time until someone found him. </p><p></p><p>So it was on the last day of January he stood in front of the mirror in his room shaving. A basin of hot water set on the dresser in front of him and his gun belt ten feet away hanging on the bed post. He heard the creak before he looked in the mirror to see the man standing in the doorway with gun in hand. " Games up half breed," the man said," time to pay yer dues." </p><p></p><p>Luc sighed heavily and placed the razor on the dresser where the man could see it. He was a young man hardened by a life of doing the right things the wrong way. Luc judged him to be no more than twenty five years old. " I'm going to give you one chance to put your gun away, turn around and walk out of this saloon, and forget you ever heard of or saw me." </p><p></p><p>" Forget it ya yella bellied traitor," the man scoffed," yer worth too much to let go. Besides what are ya gonna do shoot me wit yer finger. Yer guns are over yonder and you ain't that fast. So put yer shirt on and let's go." The man monitoned the gun belt which was occupied by Luc's </p><p>gun. </p><p></p><p>A shot rang out in the room. The smoke hovered like a dark cloud that follows a fella and brings him bad luck. The barrel of a gun stuck it's head out from under Luc's right arm. The man brought his left hand up to his chest and came away with fresh blood. He looked at Luc and began brining his own gun up when Luc unleashed two more shots catching the other man in the heart and neck. The man fell backwards with a crash that seemed as if it would bring the entire saloon down with him. </p><p></p><p>Luc walked over and put his shirt on. He strapped on his gun belt, strapped a sawed off double barrel to his back, grabbed his saddlebags from the floor, and replaced his silver Colt in the right side of his two gun holster. The other side held an identical gun, only with a black finish. He put his hat on and walked out of the room stepping over the body of the bounty hunter. The smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the air even when he walked down stairs. Henry stood behind the bar on a booster stool cleaning a glass. </p><p></p><p>" Henry.... I'm," Luc began before Henry waved him to be silent. </p><p></p><p>" No need son," Henry said putting the glass down," I could smell the gunpowder on ya when ye came in here. It was nice having ye son. When you clear up whatever mess yer in I want you to come back. Maybe make ya a partner. Yer too smart to be sweeping floors and tossing out drunks. Now come here and say goodbye." </p><p></p><p>Luc crossed the twenty feet that seperated him and the bar. He stuck his hand out and henry grapsed it firmly. When Luc pulled his hand away he had fifty dollars in it. " Henry I can't." Luc protested. </p><p></p><p>" Sure you can," Henry half smiled," you need it more'n I do. And if you even think of leaving it I'll put a load of buckshot in yer ass as a goodbye. Now go. The sheriff'll be here any minute." </p><p></p><p>" Thank you Henry," Luc said as he backed away to leave," I'll pay you back one day." </p><p></p><p>Henry nodded and smiled in response," Get the Hell outta here a fore I turn you in maself." </p><p></p><p>With that Luc ran out of the saloon and to the stable. He gave the stable hand five dollars and jumped on his horse and rode out of town as if he was being chased by demons. Which in a way he was. He would never be able to stop running, and they would never stop chasing. He had named his horse Wanderer. It was an irony he smiled at every time he though about it. He almost settled on Outlaw, but thought that was just too blatant. So he rode on. Hoping the next town he came to would be his oasis, his paradise, maybe even his home.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Silver Moon, post: 1980937, member: 8530"] [B]Prelude Two" "The Half Breed", January 31st, 1882[/B] The room was cramped and old. The wood creaked and cracked when walked on. Luc had rented the room above the rowdy saloon two months ago. He had been working as the bouncer/janitor. The saloon owner was a fat jovial dwarf named Henry Shankstone. He was the kind of dwarf who didn't care where you came from,who you were or what you were. He only cared that you were in the saloon to have a good time. Even if you were a man with a past. The bar maid Emma had been sneaking looks at Luc since he had arrived. While working he had kept his guns and weapons in his room. Last thing a man on the run wanted was to be challenged by a drunk to a gunfight. Nothing really bad had happened the past two months. Some old prospector had gotten fresh with Emma and Luc had to throw him out. Luc wouldn't have minded staying here. But as was his life, he could never stay in one place for long. It would only be a matter of time until someone found him. So it was on the last day of January he stood in front of the mirror in his room shaving. A basin of hot water set on the dresser in front of him and his gun belt ten feet away hanging on the bed post. He heard the creak before he looked in the mirror to see the man standing in the doorway with gun in hand. " Games up half breed," the man said," time to pay yer dues." Luc sighed heavily and placed the razor on the dresser where the man could see it. He was a young man hardened by a life of doing the right things the wrong way. Luc judged him to be no more than twenty five years old. " I'm going to give you one chance to put your gun away, turn around and walk out of this saloon, and forget you ever heard of or saw me." " Forget it ya yella bellied traitor," the man scoffed," yer worth too much to let go. Besides what are ya gonna do shoot me wit yer finger. Yer guns are over yonder and you ain't that fast. So put yer shirt on and let's go." The man monitoned the gun belt which was occupied by Luc's gun. A shot rang out in the room. The smoke hovered like a dark cloud that follows a fella and brings him bad luck. The barrel of a gun stuck it's head out from under Luc's right arm. The man brought his left hand up to his chest and came away with fresh blood. He looked at Luc and began brining his own gun up when Luc unleashed two more shots catching the other man in the heart and neck. The man fell backwards with a crash that seemed as if it would bring the entire saloon down with him. Luc walked over and put his shirt on. He strapped on his gun belt, strapped a sawed off double barrel to his back, grabbed his saddlebags from the floor, and replaced his silver Colt in the right side of his two gun holster. The other side held an identical gun, only with a black finish. He put his hat on and walked out of the room stepping over the body of the bounty hunter. The smell of gunpowder hung heavily in the air even when he walked down stairs. Henry stood behind the bar on a booster stool cleaning a glass. " Henry.... I'm," Luc began before Henry waved him to be silent. " No need son," Henry said putting the glass down," I could smell the gunpowder on ya when ye came in here. It was nice having ye son. When you clear up whatever mess yer in I want you to come back. Maybe make ya a partner. Yer too smart to be sweeping floors and tossing out drunks. Now come here and say goodbye." Luc crossed the twenty feet that seperated him and the bar. He stuck his hand out and henry grapsed it firmly. When Luc pulled his hand away he had fifty dollars in it. " Henry I can't." Luc protested. " Sure you can," Henry half smiled," you need it more'n I do. And if you even think of leaving it I'll put a load of buckshot in yer ass as a goodbye. Now go. The sheriff'll be here any minute." " Thank you Henry," Luc said as he backed away to leave," I'll pay you back one day." Henry nodded and smiled in response," Get the Hell outta here a fore I turn you in maself." With that Luc ran out of the saloon and to the stable. He gave the stable hand five dollars and jumped on his horse and rode out of town as if he was being chased by demons. Which in a way he was. He would never be able to stop running, and they would never stop chasing. He had named his horse Wanderer. It was an irony he smiled at every time he though about it. He almost settled on Outlaw, but thought that was just too blatant. So he rode on. Hoping the next town he came to would be his oasis, his paradise, maybe even his home. [/QUOTE]
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