Wild West Terror
Commissioned Wild West story from FA.
Timberville was an average Wild West town in the unexplored plains of Texas and lived to its name and was a timber producing town and had a couple sawmills throughout the edges of town. Overall, Timberville was a quiet town with little problems of crime and the sorts, but today was different. Something was in the air that just said today there was going to be something.
The townspeople felt this something in the air and were on alert a little more than usual. In the saloon was a grey wolf in a plaid shirt and vest with a blue bandana and blue jeans topped with a hat sitting at a card table, gambling. Most knew him as "The Gambler" but his real name was Charismatic.
On the other end of town was the jail where another grey wolf in a vest with a blue bandana and tan pants topped with a hat leaning in his chair, sleeping. His name was Darcus or sometimes known as "The Ranger" because of him being a Texas Ranger stationed to Timberville.
The day went on as usual until high noon. The ringing of the bell awoken the ranger from his slumber and as he looked around from being woken up, he sees a figure outside through the window. Moving to the window to have a closer look, the ranger cursed. "Damn it! Not him again!" the ranger spoke aloud to the empty jailhouse then ran to his desk and grabbed his gun then ran out the door.
Darcus ran to the street and held his gun ready to fire at the figure. "Come on out, Havoas! I saw you back there."
Slowly the figure goes from a dark shadow to a grey wolf in a vest with red bandana and black pants topped with a hat in the same position as Darcus, pointing his gun in a firing position. "Haha! And here I thought I could catch you off guard! Should have got into town sooner, that damn bell had to wake you up."
"Yeah, maybe. Too late now. You should just give up this venture. You'll never take this town!" Darcus snarled out.
"Haha! I am going to try until you either finally catch me or kill me. But enough with the pleasantries, let's get this going." Havoas replied then cocked and fired his pistol at Darcus.
Moving swiftly on his feet, Darcus dodged the bullet and get behind a set of barrels and fired back in return. The shot just missed Havoas's moving body as he went to a set of boxes. Darcus cocked his pistol once again and looked over the barrels and shot once more. A shot flew by his head, a return fire from Havoas. Darcus cocked his gun once more and looked over the barrels again but as he looked he was blinded by a light that forced him to go back down and rub his eyes. "Damn it!" Darcus mumbled. "That cheating bastard!"
His eyes fine now, he went back to look over the barrels but found Havoas over the barrels shining a light back into his eyes again. Havoas instinctively put his gun in its holster then rubbed his eyes. In his state, Havoas knocked a piece of wood on the back of the disoriented Darcus. With a yell, Darcus went down and was knocked out.
Havoas snickered as he picked up the knocked out wolf and walk along. "I guess I will make that friend of yours, Charismatic, come and find you. It's no fun only killing one of you." Havoas spoke aloud to the knocked out Darcus.
Behind the retreating Havoas carrying Darcus was a little boy who instantly ran for the saloon to get Charismatic. Busting through the saloon door, the boy called out for Charismatic. Hearing his name, Charismatic looked up and found the boy. "What is it, boy?"
"The Ranger.... He's been captured... By Havoas!" The boy gasped out from running.
The Gambler instantly stood up and slammed his hands on the table. "What!? Havoas took Darcus!?"
"Yeah. I don't know how, but I saw Havoas carrying Darcus's body over his shoulder. They seemed to be heading to one of the sawmills outside town."
With a growl, Charismatic ran out the door to get his friend cursing on his way out. "Damn it. He doesn't give up."
Running to the outside of town he checked the few sawmills the town has and has only one. With a heave sigh he spoke to himself, "Of course, it's the last one I check." Walking inside and didn't see anything or even hear anything. As he walked farther inside, he came to the log cutter line where several logs where on a conveyor belt ready to be cut by a giant saw. As he look at the line and came to the end of it, he found his friend tied to a log.
Darcus was awake and struggling to get out but then seen his friend and stopped and called out to him. "Watch out! He's behind you!"
"Huh?" Charismatic questioned then slowly turned around to see the evil Havoas was hiding in the shadows. As he saw his face he was knocked on the head and knocked out.
Slowly coming to, Charismatic found himself looking up and tied down by the chest, waist, and legs. "Aw... Fuck. That hurt."
"Nice of you to finally join the party. Now we can start with the fun." The voice of Havoas said as the sound of a level being pulled was heard followed by a jerk of the conveyor as the logs started to move down the line to the saw, the loud sound of the saw starting to echo through the place with sounds of woods starting to be cut. Yelling over the noise, Havoas spoke. "I am going to step out for a moment until you are about to perish." He said then walked out the sawmill.
Both canines struggled to get free from the slow moving wood they were tied to. Calling over the noise, Charismatic spoke. "Still have your gun!? He took mine!"
"Yeah! I just need to get my hand with it free first!"
"When you do, try to shot the level to get it to turn off, then we can get him."
Without further talking both canines continued to try to get free but they were bound tight. Though there a spark of hope from Darcus when he felt his hand and gund slowly getting out of from the binding but it wasn't enough yet. Looking to see how close they were, Darcus seen they had a good foot before the saw would be on him. He started to struggle harder and was making a little more progress.
Havoas walks back in, smiling at the two tied struggling canines. He put his foot on the edge of the belt and leaned over his knee and watched the struggling canines. With the struggling they were doing, Darcus was close to getting his gun free. Looking again to see where the blade was, he found it was right on him, only a few inches before his hat will be sliced.
Struggling harder, Darcus felt his hand slip free but made it looked like it was still bound and cocked his gun. He sees some fabric flying and knew his hat was toast now and soon would be his head if he didn't act now. Feeling his hat fall off he feels the air around the blade as it takes a some hairs from his head.
Feeling the blades closing in he screamed loudly and quickly pulled back his hand free and moved his hand to aim the gun to where he thought the level was then shot. Havoas was too focused on Darcus's upper body to see the free hand of Darcus with a gun and when he heard the gun go over he instantly fell back and in the process hit the level into the off position and snapped it off.
The saw instantly stopped as the level was turned to off and snapped into two pieces. Not having to worry about the saw Darcus took a claw and snapped the ropes off his waist, chest, and legs then quickly did the same for his friend. With both canines off the log they looked at their dazed capture that was starting to come back to.
A click of the hammer of the gun being cock was heard and pulled the attention of Havoas who looked at the gun and quickly got up and ran off. Darcus quickly fired after him but was just off. Charismatic joined and both fired bullet after bullet at the running canine. Finally just as he was turning out of sight, one of the clipped his shoulder. Not enough to kill him but enough to make it hurt like a bitch and force him to take his time before coming back again.
Darcus sighed, looking at his torn hat that was in half. "What does he want with this town anyways? What makes it so special he wants this place and no some other town? There isn't much difference between town in these parts."
Charismatic put his arm around his friend. "Who knows. But I don't think he will give up. He will be back. Hopefully that wound will prolong that."
"Yeah. He said that he wasn't giving up until he was either caught, killed, or had the town with us dead."
"Well. At least we survived. We will just be alert more. But for now, let's go get a drink. We deserve."
Darcus couldn't argue and let his friend lead him out the sawmill with thought of what that canine wanted with this town and why.