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2. What did I say?

The heat over the town became higher and higher. The most animals took refuge under roofs, somewhere like the saloon. Spoons, Ambrose and Furgus sat at a table and played poker. Spoons yawned bored. The sultriness in the air made him sleepy at his old age.
"What a boring day," he muttered after he had put his card on the pack of cards. "I need some action."
Furgus sighed with his head on his elbows. "Be glad, that there is a little freedom and peace in our town."
Ambrose nodded without to glance up from his cards. "Indeed. And without a snake…"
Suddenly the doors were swung open when a few familiar figures entered the room with fast steps.
"Four drinks," a big lizard ordered, followed from three mammals.
When he reached the bar he slammed his hands on the wooden table. "And a doctor."
He waved his head behind himself where the face of Stump appeared.
"And fast, please," the rabbit begged.
Bill narrowed his eyes with disgust when he saw Doc's head sleeping on the table.
"Do you have millet in your ears?!" Bill shouted and pulled the old rabbit on his ear to Stump.
"W…wha…"
"Drag it out!" Bill ordered.
Doc shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "What the…"
He stretched his hand forward and touched the…
"Ouch!" Stump yelped. "Be gently."
He rubbed his buttocks where an arrow stuck half inside.
Doc scratched his head. "Uh… what have you done?"
"An old Native American shot an arrow at him. Don't you see that?" Bill growled and emptied his glass.
"I see," Doc replied. "But how…"
"We searched for the Lake Treasure," Chorizo said, and Bill kicked his leg.
"Ouch! What?" The mouse protested frustrated.
Doc rubbed his head. "The old treasure in the salt sea? Oh, come on. That's an old fairy story for children."
"And why did he shoot an arrow on me?" Stump asked with pressed voice.
"Because he hides something," Bill said with firmly voice. "But don't worry. When he will go into nursing home, we will come back."
Stump rolled his eyes. Doc bent down again and eyed the arrow.
Bill leaned himself against the bar and looked around.
"What about the pet?"
Buford interrupted the pouring. "Who?"
"The sheriff," Bill muttered. "Where is he and how is he?"
"He had been here this morning," Waffles said next to him.
"Oh, really?" Bill surprised. He took the cigar of Buford's hand and puffed several times.
"And? Something different with him?"
"No," Buford answered. "He came very cool inside and took a double cactus."
"Double cactus in the morning?" Kinski wondered. "Wow. Tough guy."
Bill snorted. "Tosh! He is a weak bottle. I bet he is crying in his bed at this moment."
"Do you think so?" Chorizo asked unsurely.
Bill plunked his glass on the table. "I will show it to you. Come along!"
"Uh… Bill?" Doc asked with lifted hand.
Bill rolled his eyes. "What?"
"I have to make a little operation to get it out."
He pointed at the arrow in Stump's bottom.
Bill waved his hand. "Do what you want. We will make a little visit."
He left the saloon with Kinski and Chorizo, while Stump followed Doc into his house.
Just before the jail, Bill took out his gun. Just to be sure.
Without knocking, he opened the door and entered the office room.
"Door is not blocked," Kinski wondered.
"Typical," Bill muttered. "He is so naive."
He made few steps around the corner where the sheriff's bed stood.
Kinski and Chorizo followed him and stopped dead immediately.
Rango lay on his belly in bed and hid his face in the pillow.
Bill waved his hand. "Tata! What did I say?"
Suddenly Rango looked up when he heard the voice.
Kinski and Chorizo opened their mouths in surprise. Just Bill grinned.
Rango's eyes were wet and his cheeks moist.
Bill displaced his hat with his gun. "I think I won the bet."
Kinski narrowed his eyes. "We didn't bet."
Rango sat up immediately and rubbed his eyes like crazy.
"What are you doing here?" The anger in his voice was no mistaking.
Bill crossed his hands behind his back. "Nothing. Just to see a crying pet in his pitying existence."
Kinski and Chorizo chuckled. Rango ran forward and walked with fast steps into the office room.
"I have an allergy!" the chameleon growled and grabbed for a towel to clean his face.
"Of course you have." Bill smiled mockingly.
"Where the mischief have you been?" Rango snapped at him.
"Nice welcoming," Bill said sarcastically. "But I will answer your question. Because it was also your fault."
"My fault?" Rango asked in disbelief.
"Yes, because of you we lost the gold and we have to look for another valuable thing."
"You and your goddamn gold!" Rango cried. "Think about other things."
"About what? About how many tears you cried?"
"It's an allergy!"
"Sure, what allergy? There are no flowers."
"Dust allergy."
Bill snorted and leaned himself against the wall with his back.
"I feel awful about to live with a bottle like you in my town. It damages my bad reputation."
Rango crossed his arms. "I don't to discuss with you about such a clear thing. It's my town."
Bill licked his tongue. "Of course. A guy rules a town who cries in his pillow in his free time."
The chameleon pressed his teeth together. "I didn't."
"Of course." Bill looked up at the ceiling. "And a guy, who let fall his girl."
Rango gasped for air. "I didn't fall her! It was her decision! And the decision of mine!"
"Don't talk rubbish!" Bill interrupted. "You got robbed into rules of a snake and let wangled your girly off like a second-hand good. I'm very disappointed of your behaviour. Maybe I should hunt you away if you don't have enough guts to show who is the boss."
Rango swallowed down a hateful bitter remark.
He turned around and tried to pull himself together again.
"I gave my word…"
"Blah, blah, blah…," Bill parroted. "Just admit it! You have no punch. What have you done the most time after that? A holiday with your pillow?"
Kinski restrained laugher.
Rango took a deep breath and looked at the Gila monster. "For your information. I just did the one thing, which I have to do. To protect the town."
Bill scrunched his nose. "Of course you have."
"Don't you believe me?"
"Hey, what's that?" Chorizo asked and held some white clothes in the air, which he had pulled out of a drawer.
"Take your hands off!" Rango yelled.
The chameleon jumped forward to wrest the white clothes.
But Chorizo threw it through the air and Bill caught it with his hand. The big lizard opened his eyes with disbelief.
"Is that…"
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Rango shouted and managed to pry it away from Bill.
When he realized it under his hands, his voice became calmer. "It's nothing."
"Since when do you hide woman's clothes here?" Chorizo asked.
"What was that?" Kinski asked in surprise.
"Woman's underwear. White," Chorizo said.
They looked at Rango. "Uh… are you…"
"Nah," Bill corrected. "It's Beans's underwear."
Rango blushed deeply red."S-she gave it to me."
Bill narrowed his eyes. "Of course. Instead of flowers, did she?"
Chorizo scratched his head. "I thought men give women flowers."
Bill stretched out his tongue. "Ugh!"
Rango lifted his nose. His head still red coloured. "It's washed."
"You are totally sick of desire for her," Bill susurrated.
"None of your business!"
Rango turned around and put the underwear in another drawer.
After that, he pointed at the door. "Get out!"
"Hey! I don't let me drum off!" Bill protested.
"Get out! Immediately!" Rango repeated.
"I go whenever I want," Bill said and placed his feet firmly on the floor.
"Bill! G e t o u t!"
"No, I will not!"
"Go out! Damn it! Let me alone!"
"So that you can cry in your pillow again? I'm excited to see that. What…"
BANG!
The shot of Rango's gun echoed through the air. Priscilla who stood still outside threw a scared glance to the jail.
Kinski and Chorizo stood like frozen with open mouths. Bill looked behind himself where his hat lay on the floor.
Bill gave him an ugly look. Then he bent down and picked it up. For Rango's luck, the hat didn't have a bullet hole. It was just a glancing blow.
Bill put the hat on his head.
Rango hid the gun into the holster quickly.
Bill walked forward with fast steps and grabbed Rango's collar from behind. The chameleon pressed his lips together.
"Listen," Bill said darkly. "Just that it amused me to see you crying like a softy, I restrain the wish to shoot a bullet in your back."
He threw the chameleon away. Rango stumbled few steps back.
One moment, the two reptiles looked at each other with defiance and fury.
Then Bill turned around and left the jail.

Stump whined quietly when he left Doc's house. Doc accompanied him outside. "It will be the best if you avoid it to sit on your backside."
"Alright," Stump replied and rubbed his back. "I will renunciate the luxury of chair sitting."
He lifted his head when he saw Bill and the others come back.
He ran down the terrace to meet Bill.
"And? How was it?"
"Keep your damn mouth!" Bill shouted. "Such a weakling. And such a thing is sheriff of that dump."
"Uh, Bill?" Chorizo said. "This dump, is your town."
"Don't interrupt me while I'm scolding! He should never take a look in the mirror again."
Bill continued walking, while Stump looked at the others.
"Something bad happened?"
"On contrary!" Chorizo chuckled.
"You missed something," Kinski laughed. "He keeps Beans's underwear in his drawer."
Stump opened his eyes wide. "He does what?"
"That's the same what we thought." Kinski pushed him forward to follow Bill.
"Bill?" Chorizo asked.
Bill stopped. "What?"
"How did you know that the underwear was from Beans?"
Bill lifted his nose. "I know what she wears."
His men stopped immediately. Bill noticed that and looked back.
"Something wrong?"
They looked at him with surprise.
Stump stared. "Uh, did you…"
Bill waved his hand. "No, no. I didn't. Unfortunately not."
He chuckled. "It was a coincidence. She used to wash her clothes and hangs they outside on the clothesline rope. I saw it someday when I came along her ranch. And I took a closer look at them. But after she caught me out, she never hang their outside again."
He turned around and walked to the saloon. His men stayed there a few seconds. Then they followed him.
"Indeed," Bill muttered. "She was a strong girl."

Rango was still ashamed and sat on his bed. He got the feeling of crying again.
Bill was such an idiot. Of course he held some of Beans's clothes in his drawers, but just because he didn't find more personal things in her house.
Indeed. After Beans had left the town, he rode to her ranch in the next morning, in hope that she didn't leave her home. But the house was empty and closed. Fortunately, he had knew where she used to hide the house key.
There were no many personal things of her. She took almost everything with her.
Rango wished to stay and to live in their house, to wait for her, that she would come back. One day. But he couldn't. Instead, he took some things into the office. Just some clothes and pictures. Her underwear was under them. He took everything. He only wanted to have her near somehow. He sometimes dreamed to live with her together as a marriage couple to enjoy the honeymoon. To make things together which they could never do before. He missed her more than everything. It was empty. Everything was empty here.
"I hate it to say goodbye."
"Me too," Rango muttered.
"I don't want to leave you."
"You have to go, please go."
"Do it for me. It will make it easier for me."
He shook his head. It wasn't easy. He lied.
"This goodbye is not forever. I promise."
"Do it fast, please."
He didn't give a damn on Bill's comments and hid his face again into the pillow.
"Beans, Beans. I will never meet another woman. Never."
He didn't know that Priscilla was the only one who heard his crying. The mouse stood there a while, then she disappeared.

To be continued...

Description
2. What did I say?

The heat over the town became higher and higher. The most animals took refuge under roofs, somewhere like the saloon. Spoons, Ambrose and Furgus sat at a table and played poker. Spoons yawned bored. The sultriness in the air made him sleepy at his old age.
"What a boring day," he muttered after he had put his card on the pack of cards. "I need some action."
Furgus sighed with his head on his elbows. "Be glad, that there is a little freedom and peace in our town."
Ambrose nodded without to glance up from his cards. "Indeed. And without a snake…"
Suddenly the doors were swung open when a few familiar figures entered the room with fast steps.
"Four drinks," a big lizard ordered, followed from three mammals.
When he reached the bar he slammed his hands on the wooden table. "And a doctor."
He waved his head behind himself where the face of Stump appeared.
"And fast, please," the rabbit begged.
Bill narrowed his eyes with disgust when he saw Doc's head sleeping on the table.
"Do you have millet in your ears?!" Bill shouted and pulled the old rabbit on his ear to Stump.
"W…wha…"
"Drag it out!" Bill ordered.
Doc shook his head and narrowed his eyes. "What the…"
He stretched his hand forward and touched the…
"Ouch!" Stump yelped. "Be gently."
He rubbed his buttocks where an arrow stuck half inside.
Doc scratched his head. "Uh… what have you done?"
"An old Native American shot an arrow at him. Don't you see that?" Bill growled and emptied his glass.
"I see," Doc replied. "But how…"
"We searched for the Lake Treasure," Chorizo said, and Bill kicked his leg.
"Ouch! What?" The mouse protested frustrated.
Doc rubbed his head. "The old treasure in the salt sea? Oh, come on. That's an old fairy story for children."
"And why did he shoot an arrow on me?" Stump asked with pressed voice.
"Because he hides something," Bill said with firmly voice. "But don't worry. When he will go into nursing home, we will come back."
Stump rolled his eyes. Doc bent down again and eyed the arrow.
Bill leaned himself against the bar and looked around.
"What about the pet?"
Buford interrupted the pouring. "Who?"
"The sheriff," Bill muttered. "Where is he and how is he?"
"He had been here this morning," Waffles said next to him.
"Oh, really?" Bill surprised. He took the cigar of Buford's hand and puffed several times.
"And? Something different with him?"
"No," Buford answered. "He came very cool inside and took a double cactus."
"Double cactus in the morning?" Kinski wondered. "Wow. Tough guy."
Bill snorted. "Tosh! He is a weak bottle. I bet he is crying in his bed at this moment."
"Do you think so?" Chorizo asked unsurely.
Bill plunked his glass on the table. "I will show it to you. Come along!"
"Uh… Bill?" Doc asked with lifted hand.
Bill rolled his eyes. "What?"
"I have to make a little operation to get it out."
He pointed at the arrow in Stump's bottom.
Bill waved his hand. "Do what you want. We will make a little visit."
He left the saloon with Kinski and Chorizo, while Stump followed Doc into his house.
Just before the jail, Bill took out his gun. Just to be sure.
Without knocking, he opened the door and entered the office room.
"Door is not blocked," Kinski wondered.
"Typical," Bill muttered. "He is so naive."
He made few steps around the corner where the sheriff's bed stood.
Kinski and Chorizo followed him and stopped dead immediately.
Rango lay on his belly in bed and hid his face in the pillow.
Bill waved his hand. "Tata! What did I say?"
Suddenly Rango looked up when he heard the voice.
Kinski and Chorizo opened their mouths in surprise. Just Bill grinned.
Rango's eyes were wet and his cheeks moist.
Bill displaced his hat with his gun. "I think I won the bet."
Kinski narrowed his eyes. "We didn't bet."
Rango sat up immediately and rubbed his eyes like crazy.
"What are you doing here?" The anger in his voice was no mistaking.
Bill crossed his hands behind his back. "Nothing. Just to see a crying pet in his pitying existence."
Kinski and Chorizo chuckled. Rango ran forward and walked with fast steps into the office room.
"I have an allergy!" the chameleon growled and grabbed for a towel to clean his face.
"Of course you have." Bill smiled mockingly.
"Where the mischief have you been?" Rango snapped at him.
"Nice welcoming," Bill said sarcastically. "But I will answer your question. Because it was also your fault."
"My fault?" Rango asked in disbelief.
"Yes, because of you we lost the gold and we have to look for another valuable thing."
"You and your goddamn gold!" Rango cried. "Think about other things."
"About what? About how many tears you cried?"
"It's an allergy!"
"Sure, what allergy? There are no flowers."
"Dust allergy."
Bill snorted and leaned himself against the wall with his back.
"I feel awful about to live with a bottle like you in my town. It damages my bad reputation."
Rango crossed his arms. "I don't to discuss with you about such a clear thing. It's my town."
Bill licked his tongue. "Of course. A guy rules a town who cries in his pillow in his free time."
The chameleon pressed his teeth together. "I didn't."
"Of course." Bill looked up at the ceiling. "And a guy, who let fall his girl."
Rango gasped for air. "I didn't fall her! It was her decision! And the decision of mine!"
"Don't talk rubbish!" Bill interrupted. "You got robbed into rules of a snake and let wangled your girly off like a second-hand good. I'm very disappointed of your behaviour. Maybe I should hunt you away if you don't have enough guts to show who is the boss."
Rango swallowed down a hateful bitter remark.
He turned around and tried to pull himself together again.
"I gave my word…"
"Blah, blah, blah…," Bill parroted. "Just admit it! You have no punch. What have you done the most time after that? A holiday with your pillow?"
Kinski restrained laugher.
Rango took a deep breath and looked at the Gila monster. "For your information. I just did the one thing, which I have to do. To protect the town."
Bill scrunched his nose. "Of course you have."
"Don't you believe me?"
"Hey, what's that?" Chorizo asked and held some white clothes in the air, which he had pulled out of a drawer.
"Take your hands off!" Rango yelled.
The chameleon jumped forward to wrest the white clothes.
But Chorizo threw it through the air and Bill caught it with his hand. The big lizard opened his eyes with disbelief.
"Is that…"
"GIVE IT TO ME!" Rango shouted and managed to pry it away from Bill.
When he realized it under his hands, his voice became calmer. "It's nothing."
"Since when do you hide woman's clothes here?" Chorizo asked.
"What was that?" Kinski asked in surprise.
"Woman's underwear. White," Chorizo said.
They looked at Rango. "Uh… are you…"
"Nah," Bill corrected. "It's Beans's underwear."
Rango blushed deeply red."S-she gave it to me."
Bill narrowed his eyes. "Of course. Instead of flowers, did she?"
Chorizo scratched his head. "I thought men give women flowers."
Bill stretched out his tongue. "Ugh!"
Rango lifted his nose. His head still red coloured. "It's washed."
"You are totally sick of desire for her," Bill susurrated.
"None of your business!"
Rango turned around and put the underwear in another drawer.
After that, he pointed at the door. "Get out!"
"Hey! I don't let me drum off!" Bill protested.
"Get out! Immediately!" Rango repeated.
"I go whenever I want," Bill said and placed his feet firmly on the floor.
"Bill! G e t o u t!"
"No, I will not!"
"Go out! Damn it! Let me alone!"
"So that you can cry in your pillow again? I'm excited to see that. What…"
BANG!
The shot of Rango's gun echoed through the air. Priscilla who stood still outside threw a scared glance to the jail.
Kinski and Chorizo stood like frozen with open mouths. Bill looked behind himself where his hat lay on the floor.
Bill gave him an ugly look. Then he bent down and picked it up. For Rango's luck, the hat didn't have a bullet hole. It was just a glancing blow.
Bill put the hat on his head.
Rango hid the gun into the holster quickly.
Bill walked forward with fast steps and grabbed Rango's collar from behind. The chameleon pressed his lips together.
"Listen," Bill said darkly. "Just that it amused me to see you crying like a softy, I restrain the wish to shoot a bullet in your back."
He threw the chameleon away. Rango stumbled few steps back.
One moment, the two reptiles looked at each other with defiance and fury.
Then Bill turned around and left the jail.

Stump whined quietly when he left Doc's house. Doc accompanied him outside. "It will be the best if you avoid it to sit on your backside."
"Alright," Stump replied and rubbed his back. "I will renunciate the luxury of chair sitting."
He lifted his head when he saw Bill and the others come back.
He ran down the terrace to meet Bill.
"And? How was it?"
"Keep your damn mouth!" Bill shouted. "Such a weakling. And such a thing is sheriff of that dump."
"Uh, Bill?" Chorizo said. "This dump, is your town."
"Don't interrupt me while I'm scolding! He should never take a look in the mirror again."
Bill continued walking, while Stump looked at the others.
"Something bad happened?"
"On contrary!" Chorizo chuckled.
"You missed something," Kinski laughed. "He keeps Beans's underwear in his drawer."
Stump opened his eyes wide. "He does what?"
"That's the same what we thought." Kinski pushed him forward to follow Bill.
"Bill?" Chorizo asked.
Bill stopped. "What?"
"How did you know that the underwear was from Beans?"
Bill lifted his nose. "I know what she wears."
His men stopped immediately. Bill noticed that and looked back.
"Something wrong?"
They looked at him with surprise.
Stump stared. "Uh, did you…"
Bill waved his hand. "No, no. I didn't. Unfortunately not."
He chuckled. "It was a coincidence. She used to wash her clothes and hangs they outside on the clothesline rope. I saw it someday when I came along her ranch. And I took a closer look at them. But after she caught me out, she never hang their outside again."
He turned around and walked to the saloon. His men stayed there a few seconds. Then they followed him.
"Indeed," Bill muttered. "She was a strong girl."

Rango was still ashamed and sat on his bed. He got the feeling of crying again.
Bill was such an idiot. Of course he held some of Beans's clothes in his drawers, but just because he didn't find more personal things in her house.
Indeed. After Beans had left the town, he rode to her ranch in the next morning, in hope that she didn't leave her home. But the house was empty and closed. Fortunately, he had knew where she used to hide the house key.
There were no many personal things of her. She took almost everything with her.
Rango wished to stay and to live in their house, to wait for her, that she would come back. One day. But he couldn't. Instead, he took some things into the office. Just some clothes and pictures. Her underwear was under them. He took everything. He only wanted to have her near somehow. He sometimes dreamed to live with her together as a marriage couple to enjoy the honeymoon. To make things together which they could never do before. He missed her more than everything. It was empty. Everything was empty here.
"I hate it to say goodbye."
"Me too," Rango muttered.
"I don't want to leave you."
"You have to go, please go."
"Do it for me. It will make it easier for me."
He shook his head. It wasn't easy. He lied.
"This goodbye is not forever. I promise."
"Do it fast, please."
He didn't give a damn on Bill's comments and hid his face again into the pillow.
"Beans, Beans. I will never meet another woman. Never."
He didn't know that Priscilla was the only one who heard his crying. The mouse stood there a while, then she disappeared.

To be continued...