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Uh... well, I couldn't wait until tomorrow. -_- Enjoy.

5. Forgotten pictures

In the next morning, Bill stood up very early. He wanted to see whether the chameleon sheriff bit the dust meantime. He put on his shoes rapidly; he always wore his street clothes in bed and ran to the shed.
He eavesdropped outside the door. Inside everything was silent.
Carefully he put the bolt aside and peeked through the door crack. As expected, the chameleon lay in a corner. Obviously it was sleeping. The torso leant half against the wall and the rest of his body bended.
The Gila monster came up to him slowly. With his tongue, he smelled the air like he always did. Just before Rango, he stopped and clicked with his tongue.
Rango opened his eyes a little bit.
"Did you sleep well?" Bill asked sarcastically.
Rango moaned quietly. "My throat… hurts…"
"Oh really?" Bill asked with played surprise. "You look a little pale, don’t you?"
He kicked him with the foot and Rango toppled aside.
The Gila monster laughed darkly.
"By the look of you, I hope you will be a goner, and your town will be mine again."
"No…"
"Yes, I do."
He turned around. Rango tried to follow him, but he could only crawl a few centimeter and he stay lay on the floor again.
"Bill… Bill…"
Bill stopped and turned around. "What do you want?"
"Bill… help…"
Bill raised his eyebrows. Then he tapped his forehead.
"Are you crazy? I will wait until you die."
"Bill… help me."
Bill’s grin froze. For a moment, he looked stonily. Then he stepped up to Rango.
"What did you say?"
Rango gasped for air with panting. "Help me… please…"
"Help me."
Bill blinked.
As fast as he could he ran out of the shed and slammed the door behind him, while Rango stayed alone in his misery.
Outside he held his head.
"No, no! Go away!" he cursed.
"Help … me…"
No! Not just yet! Never again!
"Help … me…"
Pictures appeared his mind’s eye.
"Get off! Let me alone!" he screamed, although no one was in near. No one who asked him questions or who he could see. Nevertheless he felt like driven in a corner.
"No!"
Without stopping, he ran around the house and jumped on the roadrunner, which he had stolen. Without plan and travel destination, he rode away in wild gallop somewhere.
After a long riding, he thought he forgot everything again and rode back. It was nearly at night when he reached the old hut. After he dismounted he peeked to the shed, but he wasn’t in mood to take a look at Rango. When he entered the old house, he eat something and lay himself on the bed.
But not long and the words echoed through his mind again. Restless he rolled himself in the bed.
"Help me."
He pressed his eyes together.
A picture appeared.
No! Please don’t!
"Help me!"
help… me…

…..

Hurriedly the little young Gila monster ran along the corridor of the house. It was in the deep of the night. Nevertheless something woke him up. His mother’s voice came from his brother’s room.
With thumping heart, he reached the room and stood still in the doorframe.
"Bill!" his mother cried. "You should stay in bed!"
"I can’t sleep," Bill said to avoid her question. He set his eyes on the bed, where another little Gila monster lay at his age.
When the little Gila monster caught sight of him, he sat up in his bed.
"Bill," he said weakly.
"Wyatt! You mustn’t move! You have to take care for yourself!" his mother cried upset.
"Bill! Just stay put!"
Without listening to his mother’s words, Bill entered the room and wanted to run to his brother.
But before he could reach the bed, his mother grabbed him on his shoulders.
"WHY?!" he shouted at his mother.
"Your brother is ill. You mustn’t excite him."
Bill ignored her explanation. He only looked at his brother who reached out weakly his hands to him.
At this moment, another big Gila monster entered the room.
"Bill! You should stay in bed."
"That’s unfair, pa!" his son screamed annoyed.
"Did you reach anything?" his wife asked.
"Nothing doing," her husband answered. "The neighbor’s phone line doesn’t work."
Meanwhile Bill managed to come free and ran to his brother. With relief he sank back on the pillow when he was sure his brothers was in near.
Bill looked into the eyes. They were weaker than yesterday.
"In this case we have to bring him to town," he heard his father’s voice.
"But what if he doesn’t survive the journey?" his mother whispered.
He looked at her seriously. "Either it happens here or there."
After a while, his mother nodded. Even his father.
"I will make ready the cart. We drive to town immediately."
Bill turned around. "I want to come with you."
"No Bill," his father ordered. "You stay at home. We will be back soon."
"NO! I want to come with you!"

……

Bill threw himself on the other side. But the picture didn’t disappear. Instead, it changed.

……

With high speed the wooden cart rode through the desert. The pekari panted exhausted, but the father tried everything to bring out the last best of it. Bill looked out. The air was dusty. Cold airstream blew in his face. A pothole crashed the wood of the cart against his small body.
"Bill."
He looked beside himself where his brother lay warped in blankets on the wooden cart.
"Don’t worry. Everything is okay," Bill said. "We are in town very soon."
Weakly the little Gila monster reached his hand for him.
"Bill."
Bill reached out his hand.
"Bill, help me."
This were the last words which he ever heard from him.

….

Bill jumped awake. Like frozen he gazed into space where he still could see the picture of his ill brother.
"Help me."
Tears welled in his eyes. "I couldn’t help you."

The rest of the night Bill couldn’t sleep anymore. Tired he held a bottle more out of the cupboard and sat himself in front of a table on a chair. Silently he sat there in semi-darkness in the kitchen. The first time after so long he thought about this night. He had never forget, althought it happened over 30 years ago. He was been almost 5 years. Together with his young brother, they lived on a farm far away from town. One day his brother became ill and was getting worse within two days. His mother tried to help him with old home remedies, but the illness was too bad. So bad, that he died after they reached the town.
Bill looked out of the window, where the dawn began. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, but he didn’t want to go back into the bed. Instead he emptied the bottle and walked outside. When he closed the door behind himself, he stayed and didn’t know what he should do next. He looked over to the shed where the chameleon still lay tied inside. He struggled against himself to walk to the shed. But after he made a step in this direction, he shook his head. He went counter and with thoughtfully face he disappeared in the desert.

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Uh... well, I couldn't wait until tomorrow. -_- Enjoy.

5. Forgotten pictures

In the next morning, Bill stood up very early. He wanted to see whether the chameleon sheriff bit the dust meantime. He put on his shoes rapidly; he always wore his street clothes in bed and ran to the shed.
He eavesdropped outside the door. Inside everything was silent.
Carefully he put the bolt aside and peeked through the door crack. As expected, the chameleon lay in a corner. Obviously it was sleeping. The torso leant half against the wall and the rest of his body bended.
The Gila monster came up to him slowly. With his tongue, he smelled the air like he always did. Just before Rango, he stopped and clicked with his tongue.
Rango opened his eyes a little bit.
"Did you sleep well?" Bill asked sarcastically.
Rango moaned quietly. "My throat… hurts…"
"Oh really?" Bill asked with played surprise. "You look a little pale, don’t you?"
He kicked him with the foot and Rango toppled aside.
The Gila monster laughed darkly.
"By the look of you, I hope you will be a goner, and your town will be mine again."
"No…"
"Yes, I do."
He turned around. Rango tried to follow him, but he could only crawl a few centimeter and he stay lay on the floor again.
"Bill… Bill…"
Bill stopped and turned around. "What do you want?"
"Bill… help…"
Bill raised his eyebrows. Then he tapped his forehead.
"Are you crazy? I will wait until you die."
"Bill… help me."
Bill’s grin froze. For a moment, he looked stonily. Then he stepped up to Rango.
"What did you say?"
Rango gasped for air with panting. "Help me… please…"
"Help me."
Bill blinked.
As fast as he could he ran out of the shed and slammed the door behind him, while Rango stayed alone in his misery.
Outside he held his head.
"No, no! Go away!" he cursed.
"Help … me…"
No! Not just yet! Never again!
"Help … me…"
Pictures appeared his mind’s eye.
"Get off! Let me alone!" he screamed, although no one was in near. No one who asked him questions or who he could see. Nevertheless he felt like driven in a corner.
"No!"
Without stopping, he ran around the house and jumped on the roadrunner, which he had stolen. Without plan and travel destination, he rode away in wild gallop somewhere.
After a long riding, he thought he forgot everything again and rode back. It was nearly at night when he reached the old hut. After he dismounted he peeked to the shed, but he wasn’t in mood to take a look at Rango. When he entered the old house, he eat something and lay himself on the bed.
But not long and the words echoed through his mind again. Restless he rolled himself in the bed.
"Help me."
He pressed his eyes together.
A picture appeared.
No! Please don’t!
"Help me!"
help… me…

…..

Hurriedly the little young Gila monster ran along the corridor of the house. It was in the deep of the night. Nevertheless something woke him up. His mother’s voice came from his brother’s room.
With thumping heart, he reached the room and stood still in the doorframe.
"Bill!" his mother cried. "You should stay in bed!"
"I can’t sleep," Bill said to avoid her question. He set his eyes on the bed, where another little Gila monster lay at his age.
When the little Gila monster caught sight of him, he sat up in his bed.
"Bill," he said weakly.
"Wyatt! You mustn’t move! You have to take care for yourself!" his mother cried upset.
"Bill! Just stay put!"
Without listening to his mother’s words, Bill entered the room and wanted to run to his brother.
But before he could reach the bed, his mother grabbed him on his shoulders.
"WHY?!" he shouted at his mother.
"Your brother is ill. You mustn’t excite him."
Bill ignored her explanation. He only looked at his brother who reached out weakly his hands to him.
At this moment, another big Gila monster entered the room.
"Bill! You should stay in bed."
"That’s unfair, pa!" his son screamed annoyed.
"Did you reach anything?" his wife asked.
"Nothing doing," her husband answered. "The neighbor’s phone line doesn’t work."
Meanwhile Bill managed to come free and ran to his brother. With relief he sank back on the pillow when he was sure his brothers was in near.
Bill looked into the eyes. They were weaker than yesterday.
"In this case we have to bring him to town," he heard his father’s voice.
"But what if he doesn’t survive the journey?" his mother whispered.
He looked at her seriously. "Either it happens here or there."
After a while, his mother nodded. Even his father.
"I will make ready the cart. We drive to town immediately."
Bill turned around. "I want to come with you."
"No Bill," his father ordered. "You stay at home. We will be back soon."
"NO! I want to come with you!"

……

Bill threw himself on the other side. But the picture didn’t disappear. Instead, it changed.

……

With high speed the wooden cart rode through the desert. The pekari panted exhausted, but the father tried everything to bring out the last best of it. Bill looked out. The air was dusty. Cold airstream blew in his face. A pothole crashed the wood of the cart against his small body.
"Bill."
He looked beside himself where his brother lay warped in blankets on the wooden cart.
"Don’t worry. Everything is okay," Bill said. "We are in town very soon."
Weakly the little Gila monster reached his hand for him.
"Bill."
Bill reached out his hand.
"Bill, help me."
This were the last words which he ever heard from him.

….

Bill jumped awake. Like frozen he gazed into space where he still could see the picture of his ill brother.
"Help me."
Tears welled in his eyes. "I couldn’t help you."

The rest of the night Bill couldn’t sleep anymore. Tired he held a bottle more out of the cupboard and sat himself in front of a table on a chair. Silently he sat there in semi-darkness in the kitchen. The first time after so long he thought about this night. He had never forget, althought it happened over 30 years ago. He was been almost 5 years. Together with his young brother, they lived on a farm far away from town. One day his brother became ill and was getting worse within two days. His mother tried to help him with old home remedies, but the illness was too bad. So bad, that he died after they reached the town.
Bill looked out of the window, where the dawn began. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, but he didn’t want to go back into the bed. Instead he emptied the bottle and walked outside. When he closed the door behind himself, he stayed and didn’t know what he should do next. He looked over to the shed where the chameleon still lay tied inside. He struggled against himself to walk to the shed. But after he made a step in this direction, he shook his head. He went counter and with thoughtfully face he disappeared in the desert.