Snippet #1758632

Art fired one of his revolvers over the cover of the rock he was currently residing behind. He really was not aiming but more along the lines of trying to scare off these damn bandits. Here Art was barely entering Texas looking for a special brand of racist bandits when these stupid bandits came up trying to take anything Art owned. First, who knew there was so many different types of bandits. Second, why would you try to steal from a man who was Hellbent on bringing justice to those who think they can get away with anything? Third, all Art had was basic essentials and weapons. Nothing truly of financial value but some of sentimental value.

Too bad Art left his rifle in it's saddle holster or else this would be over right quick. Good thing his horse, Hurricane, was smart and hid behind cover too. There was only two of them and they did not look organized at all. Deciding that these men were more stupid than evil Art sprung to his feet and aimed his Colt at the right knee of the fatter bandit and fired while also pulling out the other Colt with his left hand and fired at the foot of the other skinny wild toothed bandit. They both dropped their guns because they obviously couldn't handle the pain.

They both started screaming like the cowards they were, begging for their lives, etc. Art just silently walked over to the chubby one and pulled out his Bowie knife and thrust it towards the man's neck. The fear in his eyes could not compare to the girlish squeal he let out. Shutting his eyes the man thought he died but couldn't figure out why he still felt pain in his knee. He opened up his eyes and found Art studying the gold tooth that was once around his neck in the form of a necklace. Art stooped over grabbed chunky's revolver and emptied it and took the three shells that were left in the cylinder. He threw it in a bush so fatty could retrieve it later. Art then walked to near the skinny one and grabbed his shotgun that lay in the dirt. Art couldn't figure out what kind of shotgun due to the busted up body of it but he could still sell it.

"Don't do anything stupid" Was all Art said.

Art saddled up and left the bandits to fend for themselves against the wilderness but they still had one pistol. Art wasn't heartless. He had to leave something for em. Art rode Southeast looking for any town that was nearby, he was tired and he wanted to rest and get more ammo. He spotted a small town after a few hours and decided to ride towards it.

Eagle Bend?

Cute name. Entering the outskirts of town he noticed it was kind of a junky place to live in but it wasn't broken down. He found a shop and parked Hurricane near a water trough and walked in the shop. He noticed no one was there except for the shopkeeper and he tipped his hat towards her. Art really did not look at her because he was busy with the supplies.

"Nice place ya got here." He said to the girl while browsing the aisles.