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Gold Blooded, A Wild West Story
Texas U.S.A, 1889
The loud and crowded Saloon sits alone in the center of the town, endless chattering seem to flood the building and endless hordes of people go in and out of the bar. A lone woman rides into the towns main road, her horse's hooves echoing throughout the empty road. The closer she gets to the saloon the louder it seems to become, she gets off her horses and hitches it on a nearby post and enters the saloon, her hand rubbing against her revolvers holster. Her bright white hair shines brightly in the monotone building, and her jet black eyes stab daggers into anyone she gazes upon, she can smell the irritating stench of vomit and beer which itches her nose. Her dagger eyes catch a gaze on two men sitting alone in back of the saloon playing poker. She quickly walks over to them, she immediately recognized them as the bounty she was paid to take on. She steps infront of the table eyeing the men, her void-like eyes fixed on their guns. "Hello boys, mind if I play?" She asked, they both stare a her for a short second before asking. "What's your name?" The bald man said. "Hitch Reyes mister, what about yours?" She says. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that madame." The bald man says. His friend stares at him with sweat dripping down his face, Hitch can already tell that they recognize her. She isn't shocked, The past year she had arrived in the town of Quinta she has mad herself very known which she regrets, her popularity tends to get her in trouble. She sits down on the table but doesn't play, she instead asked the second man, the one with the silky black hair a simple question. "What's your name?" The man quickly glances at his friend before looking back at Hitch. "Mikey, Mikey Klaus." Suddenly Hitch hears a click, a click she's too familiar with. She then hears the sound of unbuttoning, she realizes that she has no choice but to fight. In that split second she jumped out of her seat and aimed her revolver at the bald man, his hand still raising his gun he had not chance against her, she flicks her wrist towards his round head and pulls the trigger, blood sprays against the walls instantly as she points her gun at the other man. His eyes wide open and his teeth clenched, he points his pistol at her and sprays wildly. Hitch realizes her mistake, she took too long focusing on the other guy she almost ignored the this man, screams fills her ears and a bullet lightly grazes her faces and bloods pours and small cut. She blows out the man's head and his brains cover the table as he falls on his knees violently. Hitch holsters her gun oncemore and puts two fingers on her now damaged face, bloody and burned her face is. She then takes out her wanted poster that she picked up at the station. The poster showed the faces of both men. "Wanted, Dead Or Alive" it read. The bartender stumbles towards her in fear. "what is the meaning of this, you crazy bitch." Hitch turns her face to him and snarls him. "My name is Hitch Reyes and I am a bounty hunter and I came to claim this bounty for both these men worth 600 dollars, they are responsible for the killing, robbery, and rapping of over twenty-two men and women in the county, they are monsters that deserve no mercy and only deserve death." Hitch says almost heroically, her eyes pierced the man's soul and swear pours down him. "Well I'm glad their dead but there is blood everywhere and-" Hitch cuts him off before he can finish. "I have no time for this." She says, she carefully drags both bodies outside and ties them on her horse. She rides deeper into town and reaches the sheriff's office. "Sheriff, I'm here to collect the bounty of Mikey Klaus, and Willaim Erikson please, both their corpes are outside." Hitch says. " Deputy, please take in the bodies." The sheriff says. "So Hitch, this is the 4th bounty this week, your milking us dry of money." He says jokingly. "There's nearly no other way of working and making money in these parts, and I'm not gonna be a sex worker." She says. The sheriff opens his drawer and pulls out 500$ of cash and handes it's to her while the deputy carries in the bodies. "Pleasure doing business sir." She says. She quickly walks out the building, stuffing the cash in her bag. "Hello there, young lady!" A voice calls out to her. She jerks her head at the voice calling her instantly. "Are you, Hitch Reyes?" A shadowly man cloaked in a black jacket and black hat stares at her menacingly. "Sure, I am." She nervously says, her hand stationed at her revolver. "Don't be worry Hitch, I'm not her to hurt you. My name is Kishe, and I'm a bounty hunter just like you, I need your help little missy." He walks towards her, his hands raised above his head in an act of friendliness. "What do you want?" She asks, her hand still gripping the holster. "Oh, I'm here for a job offer." Kishe, the mysterious man says. "How much?" Hitch immediately asks. "All about the money, Right. I am searching for a man named Pablo Cortez, you may know him." Hitch eyes widen in shock. The name rings bells to her, that man is known as the deadliest man in the America's, he is stationed in Mexico and is worth almost 4,000$. "Are you insane, no amount of money can make me join your suicide mission!" Hitch yells. "2,000$ in cash." Kishe says, Hitch looks back at him and smirks. "Fine, I'll bite, what's your brilliant plan to take down Pablo Cortez, the deadliest man alive?" She jokingly responds.
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The loud and crowded Saloon sits alone in the center of the town, endless chattering seem to flood the building and endless hordes of people go in and out of the bar. A lone woman rides into the towns main road, her horse's hooves echoing throughout the empty road. The closer she gets to the saloon the louder it seems to become, she gets off her horses and hitches it on a nearby post and enters the saloon, her hand rubbing against her revolvers holster. Her bright white hair shines brightly in the monotone building, and her jet black eyes stab daggers into anyone she gazes upon, she can smell the irritating stench of vomit and beer which itches her nose. Her dagger eyes catch a gaze on two men sitting alone in back of the saloon playing poker. She quickly walks over to them, she immediately recognized them as the bounty she was paid to take on. She steps infront of the table eyeing the men, her void-like eyes fixed on their guns. "Hello boys, mind if I play?" She asked, they both stare a her for a short second before asking. "What's your name?" The bald man said. "Hitch Reyes mister, what about yours?" She says. "I'm afraid I can't tell you that madame." The bald man says. His friend stares at him with sweat dripping down his face, Hitch can already tell that they recognize her. She isn't shocked, The past year she had arrived in the town of Quinta she has mad herself very known which she regrets, her popularity tends to get her in trouble. She sits down on the table but doesn't play, she instead asked the second man, the one with the silky black hair a simple question. "What's your name?" The man quickly glances at his friend before looking back at Hitch. "Mikey, Mikey Klaus." Suddenly Hitch hears a click, a click she's too familiar with. She then hears the sound of unbuttoning, she realizes that she has no choice but to fight. In that split second she jumped out of her seat and aimed her revolver at the bald man, his hand still raising his gun he had not chance against her, she flicks her wrist towards his round head and pulls the trigger, blood sprays against the walls instantly as she points her gun at the other man. His eyes wide open and his teeth clenched, he points his pistol at her and sprays wildly. Hitch realizes her mistake, she took too long focusing on the other guy she almost ignored the this man, screams fills her ears and a bullet lightly grazes her faces and bloods pours and small cut. She blows out the man's head and his brains cover the table as he falls on his knees violently. Hitch holsters her gun oncemore and puts two fingers on her now damaged face, bloody and burned her face is. She then takes out her wanted poster that she picked up at the station. The poster showed the faces of both men. "Wanted, Dead Or Alive" it read. The bartender stumbles towards her in fear. "what is the meaning of this, you crazy bitch." Hitch turns her face to him and snarls him. "My name is Hitch Reyes and I am a bounty hunter and I came to claim this bounty for both these men worth 600 dollars, they are responsible for the killing, robbery, and rapping of over twenty-two men and women in the county, they are monsters that deserve no mercy and only deserve death." Hitch says almost heroically, her eyes pierced the man's soul and swear pours down him. "Well I'm glad their dead but there is blood everywhere and-" Hitch cuts him off before he can finish. "I have no time for this." She says, she carefully drags both bodies outside and ties them on her horse. She rides deeper into town and reaches the sheriff's office. "Sheriff, I'm here to collect the bounty of Mikey Klaus, and Willaim Erikson please, both their corpes are outside." Hitch says. " Deputy, please take in the bodies." The sheriff says. "So Hitch, this is the 4th bounty this week, your milking us dry of money." He says jokingly. "There's nearly no other way of working and making money in these parts, and I'm not gonna be a sex worker." She says. The sheriff opens his drawer and pulls out 500$ of cash and handes it's to her while the deputy carries in the bodies. "Pleasure doing business sir." She says. She quickly walks out the building, stuffing the cash in her bag. "Hello there, young lady!" A voice calls out to her. She jerks her head at the voice calling her instantly. "Are you, Hitch Reyes?" A shadowly man cloaked in a black jacket and black hat stares at her menacingly. "Sure, I am." She nervously says, her hand stationed at her revolver. "Don't be worry Hitch, I'm not her to hurt you. My name is Kishe, and I'm a bounty hunter just like you, I need your help little missy." He walks towards her, his hands raised above his head in an act of friendliness. "What do you want?" She asks, her hand still gripping the holster. "Oh, I'm here for a job offer." Kishe, the mysterious man says. "How much?" Hitch immediately asks. "All about the money, Right. I am searching for a man named Pablo Cortez, you may know him." Hitch eyes widen in shock. The name rings bells to her, that man is known as the deadliest man in the America's, he is stationed in Mexico and is worth almost 4,000$. "Are you insane, no amount of money can make me join your suicide mission!" Hitch yells. "2,000$ in cash." Kishe says, Hitch looks back at him and smirks. "Fine, I'll bite, what's your brilliant plan to take down Pablo Cortez, the deadliest man alive?" She jokingly responds.
TO BE CONTINUED
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