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9. Little barter

Day was already dawning. And with every second, the sun lost more and more her warm energy. But not only the landscape, even creatures became colder inside, like now. Bill felt bad despite what’s happened yesterday. Silently he stood in front of his brother’s grave again and stared with empty eyes on it. He was rather counting that he would feel better after that, but now he felt wrong. Or it’s more likely that he would much rather his brother had survived instead the sheriff?
Gently he petted over the cold becoming gravestone.
What would have become of his brother, if he had survived?
He snorted bitterly.
"Bosh, it is too late to do anything about it," he thought. "What the hell am I doing here? Let it go at that."
He patted the stone a last time and left the grave. After a few meters, he turned around once again and bared his hat.
"Farewell brother."
Then he left the cemetery.
But when he had left the walls, he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that smell.
"Hello Bill."
He span around scared and drew his revolver.
"Don’t shoot! Everything is okay!” Rango said with raising hands.
Bill hissed threateningly. "What do you want again?! How the hell do you always know where I am?!"
"Well, I asked some people and one of them said you would be here."
"You wanna nick me, don’t you?"
"No, that’s not the reason why I am here," the sheriff answered and lowered his hands.
Bill took the safety catch off. "Let your paws up!"
"Bill, I don’t want to arrest you."
"Tell it to the marines!" Bill said sarcastically.
"I was going to…"
"Keep your “thanks” for other things," Bill cut him short. "I did just a favour for someone. That changes nothing. I will reclaim your town either way."
He lowered his gun. "To tell the truth, I would much rather you died. Or better, you had changed your life with someone."
He thought again of Wyatt. Bill stopped himself from tears. His brother would never come back. Why he couldn’t save him instead that sheriff? He’d give his right arm to take the soul of the sheriff to reborn his brother, if it would work.
"Could you give me back my roadrunner at least?" Rango asked.
Bill snorted and put his revolver away. "Nope, I also need something to stir from a spot."
"But Bill, it’s still mine."
"That doesn’t interest me in the slightest! Take a flying leap! Unless you wanna risk that this cemetery get a grave more."
Rango sighed. "Why did you leave standing one roadrunner in town and kept mine?"
Bill rolled his eyes. "Because of generousness… You idiot! On which planet do you live? I had rather kept both together, but your stupid roadrunner had jumped over the fence and had followed us when I brought you to town. When I put you down in front of Doc’s house your roadrunner was following you like a dog. The second one was running over the street when the old mouse walked over there. I had the choice either to shot that mouse or to accept your stubborn roadrunner."
He crossed his arms and waited that Rango answered with a refutation. But instead, he said something else.
"Listen," Rango said calmly. "I make you a suggestion. Wait."
He clicked his tongue several times and a roadrunner appeared behind the walls. Rango beckoned him over and the roadrunner went to him obediently.
"I give you this roadrunner, if you give mine back."
Bill raised an eyebrow with mistrust.
Was the sheriff kidding him or what?
"What’s the catch?" Bill asked searchingly.
"Catch? There is no one. I give you this roadrunner and you give me mine."
Bill narrowed his eyes. He circled around the animal and scrutinized it, just to make sure that the sheriff didn’t shortchange him. Regardless of whether he was an official or not. Even he couldn’t trust such people.
"Take it. It’s yours," Rango said. "He is in top condition."
"And that’s all that you want?" Bill asked still unconvinced.
"That’s all."
It needed a while until Bill nodded. "Hmm. That’s fair. Just for once. I don’t need a lapdog."
Rango smiled and whistled through his fingers. Shortly afterwards Excelsior ran in his direction.
"Hello boy," Rango greeted him. "Did you miss me?"
Bill took the reins of the other roadrunner. He cringed at the behavior of that sheriff.
Rango chucked Excelsior’s neck and climbed up. "Alright boy. Let’s ride home. Good bye, Bill."
Bill narrowed his eyes. "I’m curious whether you say the same when we meet again."
Rango lifted his hat. "Today I still say “Good bye”. But tomorrow maybe just “Get out of here”. Enjoy it until next time."
Bill rolled his eyes. "Just leave, before I vomit."
"Well, good bye!"
"I hope not very soon," Bill muttered and looked at Rango who disappeared into the desert.
He watched the roadrunner thoughtfully which Rango had brought.
"He should have given me the town. That would have been more generous," he muttered and climbed up the roadrunner. Well, at least he had got a roadrunner for free.
Bill elapsed a while before he rode away.
Still sad he looked over at the cemetery. He didn’t know why, but it seemed to him that his brother would watch him from invisible atmospheres.
Silently Bill kneaded the reins. He still missed him. He couldn’t bring him back. But one thing consoled him. To the last breath, he had never left him. Even when they had arrived the town, he always held his hand, until doctor only recorded his death. But he was with him.
He wiped off some tears. Then he took a deep breath and imagined how his brother would stay beside him.
"Thanks for your help," Wyatt said.
"Farewell, my brother," he thought in silence.
Then he rode into the sunset.

-The End-

So, I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.

Description
9. Little barter

Day was already dawning. And with every second, the sun lost more and more her warm energy. But not only the landscape, even creatures became colder inside, like now. Bill felt bad despite what’s happened yesterday. Silently he stood in front of his brother’s grave again and stared with empty eyes on it. He was rather counting that he would feel better after that, but now he felt wrong. Or it’s more likely that he would much rather his brother had survived instead the sheriff?
Gently he petted over the cold becoming gravestone.
What would have become of his brother, if he had survived?
He snorted bitterly.
"Bosh, it is too late to do anything about it," he thought. "What the hell am I doing here? Let it go at that."
He patted the stone a last time and left the grave. After a few meters, he turned around once again and bared his hat.
"Farewell brother."
Then he left the cemetery.
But when he had left the walls, he stopped dead in his tracks. He knew that smell.
"Hello Bill."
He span around scared and drew his revolver.
"Don’t shoot! Everything is okay!” Rango said with raising hands.
Bill hissed threateningly. "What do you want again?! How the hell do you always know where I am?!"
"Well, I asked some people and one of them said you would be here."
"You wanna nick me, don’t you?"
"No, that’s not the reason why I am here," the sheriff answered and lowered his hands.
Bill took the safety catch off. "Let your paws up!"
"Bill, I don’t want to arrest you."
"Tell it to the marines!" Bill said sarcastically.
"I was going to…"
"Keep your “thanks” for other things," Bill cut him short. "I did just a favour for someone. That changes nothing. I will reclaim your town either way."
He lowered his gun. "To tell the truth, I would much rather you died. Or better, you had changed your life with someone."
He thought again of Wyatt. Bill stopped himself from tears. His brother would never come back. Why he couldn’t save him instead that sheriff? He’d give his right arm to take the soul of the sheriff to reborn his brother, if it would work.
"Could you give me back my roadrunner at least?" Rango asked.
Bill snorted and put his revolver away. "Nope, I also need something to stir from a spot."
"But Bill, it’s still mine."
"That doesn’t interest me in the slightest! Take a flying leap! Unless you wanna risk that this cemetery get a grave more."
Rango sighed. "Why did you leave standing one roadrunner in town and kept mine?"
Bill rolled his eyes. "Because of generousness… You idiot! On which planet do you live? I had rather kept both together, but your stupid roadrunner had jumped over the fence and had followed us when I brought you to town. When I put you down in front of Doc’s house your roadrunner was following you like a dog. The second one was running over the street when the old mouse walked over there. I had the choice either to shot that mouse or to accept your stubborn roadrunner."
He crossed his arms and waited that Rango answered with a refutation. But instead, he said something else.
"Listen," Rango said calmly. "I make you a suggestion. Wait."
He clicked his tongue several times and a roadrunner appeared behind the walls. Rango beckoned him over and the roadrunner went to him obediently.
"I give you this roadrunner, if you give mine back."
Bill raised an eyebrow with mistrust.
Was the sheriff kidding him or what?
"What’s the catch?" Bill asked searchingly.
"Catch? There is no one. I give you this roadrunner and you give me mine."
Bill narrowed his eyes. He circled around the animal and scrutinized it, just to make sure that the sheriff didn’t shortchange him. Regardless of whether he was an official or not. Even he couldn’t trust such people.
"Take it. It’s yours," Rango said. "He is in top condition."
"And that’s all that you want?" Bill asked still unconvinced.
"That’s all."
It needed a while until Bill nodded. "Hmm. That’s fair. Just for once. I don’t need a lapdog."
Rango smiled and whistled through his fingers. Shortly afterwards Excelsior ran in his direction.
"Hello boy," Rango greeted him. "Did you miss me?"
Bill took the reins of the other roadrunner. He cringed at the behavior of that sheriff.
Rango chucked Excelsior’s neck and climbed up. "Alright boy. Let’s ride home. Good bye, Bill."
Bill narrowed his eyes. "I’m curious whether you say the same when we meet again."
Rango lifted his hat. "Today I still say “Good bye”. But tomorrow maybe just “Get out of here”. Enjoy it until next time."
Bill rolled his eyes. "Just leave, before I vomit."
"Well, good bye!"
"I hope not very soon," Bill muttered and looked at Rango who disappeared into the desert.
He watched the roadrunner thoughtfully which Rango had brought.
"He should have given me the town. That would have been more generous," he muttered and climbed up the roadrunner. Well, at least he had got a roadrunner for free.
Bill elapsed a while before he rode away.
Still sad he looked over at the cemetery. He didn’t know why, but it seemed to him that his brother would watch him from invisible atmospheres.
Silently Bill kneaded the reins. He still missed him. He couldn’t bring him back. But one thing consoled him. To the last breath, he had never left him. Even when they had arrived the town, he always held his hand, until doctor only recorded his death. But he was with him.
He wiped off some tears. Then he took a deep breath and imagined how his brother would stay beside him.
"Thanks for your help," Wyatt said.
"Farewell, my brother," he thought in silence.
Then he rode into the sunset.

-The End-

So, I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading.