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3. It was your fault!

Bill was tired to ride somewhere else and decided to stay in saloon.
He passed his time to spend the afternoon with Meloone and Fresca, who massaged him his back and shoulders.
Chorizo and Kinski played from time to time a round poker, but Stump, who still couldn't sit on a chair, lay on a bench and tried to sleep the heat of the day.
When the night became more visible outside, they came together at a table.
Bill gave the two saloon ladies their money for their massage work and sat to the others.
They were glad that their leader was more relaxed now and dared to speak boldly.
"So what should we do now, Bill?" Chorizo asked first.
"Yes, Bill. The treasure was a disaster," Kinski admitted.
Stump nodded. "A very big disaster" and rubbed his bottom again.
Bill shrugged his shoulders to their disappointment.
"We will find somehow something to steal. People are stupid enough."
"And what about him?" Kinski asked and pointed somewhere outside behind himself.
"Who?" Bill asked boredly.
"Him. You know."
"Oh, him."
"You do not plan to kill him, do you?" Stump asked unsurely.
Bill looked with grimly glance at his glass. "Dunno what I should do with that… whatever."
"Our life was better before he came."
"Indeed," Bill muttered. "And before that snake came."
"Are you still angry about that he took her?"
"It annoyed me more that I should keep alive such a stupid sheriff in my town. I should kill him, but I would also want to see that snake's stupid face if he tries to take her back maybe."
"Do you think he would do?" Stump asked "He is so addled with his promise thing."
Bill protruded his tongue. "Honourable people have more problems than lawbreakers. I don't think that he would be so…" He gave an "Ugh" sound, before he spoke on. "Dishonourable and would broke his stupid word."
Stump scratched his head. "So, in this case, you will give him an accident?"
"I didn't say so."
"What do you want to say instead?" Chorizo asked perplexedly.
"How would I know."
Kinski leaned back. „I just want to know what will be next, before we can make rampage again."
Stump looked thoughtfully into his glass. "Maybe it is not bad to have a sheriff like him. Maybe he will never stop us, because he has no mind for that."
"But maybe," Kinski said. "Maybe he will kill himself."
All eyes wandered at Kinski. "Why not? Would it not be possible?"
Bill snorted. "Nonsense. He would never do. Especially not because of her."
He looked at his glass which was empty. He stood up and went to the bar.
His henchmen followed him.
"So, what should we do, Bill?" Chorizo asked again.
"Could you ask me something else?" Bill growled annoyed.
"We are just curious what you are thinking," Kinski said curiously.
"Clean your own thoughts and let me think alone."
After that, the "Sheriff-kill-or-not" theme was over for Bill and his men didn't ask questions anymore.
For a while, there was silence between them, until Stump mumbled a sentence.
"What do you think, are they doing now?"
Kinski peered at him. "Who?"
"Beans and him."
"Who him?"
"You know." Stump leaned closer at him. "Rattlesnake Jake."
Kinski raised an eyebrow. "Oh, who knows, who knows."
"Do you think, they do…"
Stump moved his hands and they exchanged glances.
Bill waved his hand. "Can't imagine. She is so fallen with that loser."
He snorted with disgust. "A completely loser. It surprise me, why he got so much. He had just luck. It was just luck. I worked hard and he earns the win."
Kinski chuckled. "Work."
"I would be richer than him. But what was the result? He got everything. Totally everything. Including her."
Stump raised an ear. „Oh, oh, oh, oh, ho, ho, ho… you are jealous."
"Jealous? I should be jealous? Are you crazy?"
Kinski cleaned his throat. "Well, when I think so about it, you liked her too. Until she rebuffed you."
Bill jumped up and grabbed his collar. "NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN!"
He stopped when he realized all people's eyes looked at them.
He released the rabbit and sat down himself on his chair again. He leaned on his elbows and stared on the wall.
His men didn't dare to say a word anymore. Stump stroked over the rim of his glass, Chorizo tipped his fingers together nervously, and Kinski rubbed his collar.
After a while, Bill grabbed his glass and put it with a loud clap on the table.
"Buford, new drink!"
Buford did it, without to say something. Bill picked it up and emptied it.
At this moment, the doors were opened and Rango came in.
Kinski tipped Bill's arm. "Poor lizard on six o'clock."
Bill wiped over his mouth and looked back. Their glances met until Rango avoided them.
He walked forward. He seemed to be in better fettle than in the afternoon.
He reached the bar. He laid his hands on the table and looked at Buford. His glance was firmly.
"Double double cactus."
"Double double?" Buford asked surprised. "Strong drink in the evening…"
The chameleon nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. Do you sell it or not?"
Buford shrugged his shoulders. "As you wish, sheriff."
Bill left his place and walked to Rango. He stopped beside him and looked at him with severe look from the side. Rango seemed to ignore that and watched how Buford filled the glass.
Bill lifted his nose with disdain. "You are more broken than a dead horse."
Rango ignored his comment.
Instead, he kept still and held his nose a little bit higher.
Bill didn't like it that someone ignored him. "What's going on with you? Did you lost your tongue or are you hoarsely because of crying in your pillow?"
Stump bit his underlip. Bill sought a quarrel and he was sure, that he would get that.
For a moment, there was silence. But then, Rango moved first his eyes, then his head in Bill's direction. They looked hard and resolutely.
Bill narrowed his eyes in response.
Rango's eyes moved at Bill's glass, which still stood on the table. He took the full filled glass from Bill and threw the liquid on Bill's face.
Kinski and Stump cried hoarsely by mistake. The other people stood there with open mouth. Ambrose hid his face behind his cards.
Bill had closed his eyes when the alcoholic water met his face. Now they were open again and looked more than harder at Rango, who still held the glass in his hand. Then the chameleon put it on the table again. Bill wiped over his face with his hand.
"I've got the feeling, the town is too small for both of us."
Rango narrowed his eyes more. "To small for you."
"I think one of us have to go."
"I think so, too."
"On the street?"
Rango slapped on the table. "Immediately."
Bill grinned, but to everyone's surprise, Bill turned around and showed his back.
"I don't play with crying boys."
Rango jumped up. "What do you mean to say?!"
"It would be too easy for me to kill you. You are so weak like a dried straw."
Rango became more stiffly and clenched his fists.
"On the street," he snorted.
Bill chuckled and leaned his head back. "Do you really wanna die to make her unhappy? Wasn't it enough that you made her unhappy for now?"
Rango took a breath. "It was her decision."
"A decision which you forced on her."
He didn't wait for a reply and turned around where Rango's frozen eyes struck him.
"Yes, you forced her to do it. We all are thinking the same, don't we?"
He looked around in the saloon with narrowed eyes. All city people turned his back at him immediately. They wanted to keep out of their dispute. Just Waffles dared to say a word.
"Uh… I think…"
"Shut it!" Bill interrupted him and paid back his attention to Rango.
Bill looked at him. "Face it. You sold her. You sold her soul to that devil."
"I didn't sell her! It was her decision."
"Just because of you. Only because of you."
Rango shook his head. "No!"
Bill chuckled mockingly. "Oh really? And who let robbed himself to make a deal with a Grim Reaper? Who? You! And why needed she to make a deal with him? Because of you! It's your fault that she has to live a life in slavery."
"No!"
"It was your fault!"
"NOO!"
Rango jumped forward. But Bill was faster and gave him a hard kick in the face. Rango twirled around and landed hard with his belly on the floor.
All people jumped up from their chairs with shock and stood like frozen.
Kinski, Chorizo and Stump came closer and looked at the lizard on the floor.
"Ouch," Stump commented. "That hurt."
All stared at Rango with silence.
Bill lifted his fists. "Stand up and fight like a man."
But Rango didn't move. Doc was close to ran, but then, Rango began to pant.
Bill stood behind him and looked down at him.
"Come now! Stand up!"
But Rango didn't react. Instead, he leaned himself on his elbows. His glance still lowered.
Then he stood up slowly. Bill still standing behind his back.
Rango didn't turned around. He rubbed his cheek.
Bill grinned. He broke him again.
But instead of a firing fight, Rango walked to the doors. He touched the swing doors gently, pushed them aside disappeared outside without reply.
Bill's men looked at their leader, who still stood there like all dressed up and with nowhere to go. But just few seconds. Then he moved and ran on the street. He looked around wildly, but Rango was already gone.
He growled and stamped with his foot. "DAMN!"
"Maybe you hit him in a wrong way?" Stump said.
"Rubbish! I hit very good every time."
He crossed his arms and stared in the empty air.
"It becomes boring," he muttered. "So silly boring."
Kinski, Stump and Chorizo stayed on the sidewalk, always watching at Bill, waiting that he would give an order or something else. But the Gila monster kept still on the street.
One minute passed.
"Where do you want to go, Bill?" Kinski asked when they realized that Bill had gone to the roadrunners.
"We will make a little journey."
"Are you serious?" Kinski asked irritated. "It's late in the night."
"Who does it matter? I can't sleep."
"I need sleep," Stump said and yawned.
"Where do you want to ride?" Chorizo asked curiously.
"To find that snake."
"What?!" they cried with one voice.
"Are you crazy?" Stump asked with disbelief.
"Mind your own business! I know what I do."
"But you are talking about Rattlesnake Jake!" Kinski shouted.
Bill rolled his eyes. "Dear! I can't live like that anymore! Either I kill him or him."
Chorizo tipped his forehead like a mad man.
Kinski ran forward and tried a last try. "You don't really want to kill him, do you? You are tired. Let's sleep a night…"
"I said, I can't sleep."
"What is the sense of this?" Stump asked with questions again. "Let's be real, you wouldn't do that."
Bill became slower. He seemed to be unsure now, but then he lifted his head. "I don't know what I should do. But even better to do something else than to stay with that idiot. I can't stand it any longer. Better I vent my anger out on that slithery reptile."
"How do you want to do?" Stump asked again. "Are you really only angry because of him?"
Kinski nodded. "Yes, I know you. You would never do such a risk. You was also… eh… careful when we met Jake the last time, you remember?"
Bill looked at them. "Who is the leader of this group? Me or one of you?"
The three mammals exchanged glances and sighed. "You."
Bill smiled darkly. "Fine. In this case, you aren't allow do ask questions. Just do what I say! And I say, we will leave that town and will searching for that snake."
Stump muttered something. "How do you want to find him?"
"Stupid question. You only don't want to leave the town tonight, right? We will find him like the last time we found him."
They exchanged glances. They knew what he meant.
"That's could take two hours riding time," Kinski said nagging.
Bill snorted. "Who cares?"
"But Bill I can't ride with my bottom," Stump wailed.
"Think about an idea. We will leave the town in five minutes."
His men sighed deeply but they follow his orders.

The moon lay high over the dark desert. Just four roadrunners rode over the dusty area and left a dusty cloud.
One of the roadrunners saddle was empty.
"If we weren't relatives, I would kick you down," Kinski muttered while Stump lay on his saddle in front of him.
"I didn't have much of choices," Stump replied. He coughed because of the dust and he got the feeling of nausea because of the sway on the roadrunner.

To be continued...

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3. It was your fault!

Bill was tired to ride somewhere else and decided to stay in saloon.
He passed his time to spend the afternoon with Meloone and Fresca, who massaged him his back and shoulders.
Chorizo and Kinski played from time to time a round poker, but Stump, who still couldn't sit on a chair, lay on a bench and tried to sleep the heat of the day.
When the night became more visible outside, they came together at a table.
Bill gave the two saloon ladies their money for their massage work and sat to the others.
They were glad that their leader was more relaxed now and dared to speak boldly.
"So what should we do now, Bill?" Chorizo asked first.
"Yes, Bill. The treasure was a disaster," Kinski admitted.
Stump nodded. "A very big disaster" and rubbed his bottom again.
Bill shrugged his shoulders to their disappointment.
"We will find somehow something to steal. People are stupid enough."
"And what about him?" Kinski asked and pointed somewhere outside behind himself.
"Who?" Bill asked boredly.
"Him. You know."
"Oh, him."
"You do not plan to kill him, do you?" Stump asked unsurely.
Bill looked with grimly glance at his glass. "Dunno what I should do with that… whatever."
"Our life was better before he came."
"Indeed," Bill muttered. "And before that snake came."
"Are you still angry about that he took her?"
"It annoyed me more that I should keep alive such a stupid sheriff in my town. I should kill him, but I would also want to see that snake's stupid face if he tries to take her back maybe."
"Do you think he would do?" Stump asked "He is so addled with his promise thing."
Bill protruded his tongue. "Honourable people have more problems than lawbreakers. I don't think that he would be so…" He gave an "Ugh" sound, before he spoke on. "Dishonourable and would broke his stupid word."
Stump scratched his head. "So, in this case, you will give him an accident?"
"I didn't say so."
"What do you want to say instead?" Chorizo asked perplexedly.
"How would I know."
Kinski leaned back. „I just want to know what will be next, before we can make rampage again."
Stump looked thoughtfully into his glass. "Maybe it is not bad to have a sheriff like him. Maybe he will never stop us, because he has no mind for that."
"But maybe," Kinski said. "Maybe he will kill himself."
All eyes wandered at Kinski. "Why not? Would it not be possible?"
Bill snorted. "Nonsense. He would never do. Especially not because of her."
He looked at his glass which was empty. He stood up and went to the bar.
His henchmen followed him.
"So, what should we do, Bill?" Chorizo asked again.
"Could you ask me something else?" Bill growled annoyed.
"We are just curious what you are thinking," Kinski said curiously.
"Clean your own thoughts and let me think alone."
After that, the "Sheriff-kill-or-not" theme was over for Bill and his men didn't ask questions anymore.
For a while, there was silence between them, until Stump mumbled a sentence.
"What do you think, are they doing now?"
Kinski peered at him. "Who?"
"Beans and him."
"Who him?"
"You know." Stump leaned closer at him. "Rattlesnake Jake."
Kinski raised an eyebrow. "Oh, who knows, who knows."
"Do you think, they do…"
Stump moved his hands and they exchanged glances.
Bill waved his hand. "Can't imagine. She is so fallen with that loser."
He snorted with disgust. "A completely loser. It surprise me, why he got so much. He had just luck. It was just luck. I worked hard and he earns the win."
Kinski chuckled. "Work."
"I would be richer than him. But what was the result? He got everything. Totally everything. Including her."
Stump raised an ear. „Oh, oh, oh, oh, ho, ho, ho… you are jealous."
"Jealous? I should be jealous? Are you crazy?"
Kinski cleaned his throat. "Well, when I think so about it, you liked her too. Until she rebuffed you."
Bill jumped up and grabbed his collar. "NEVER SAY THAT AGAIN!"
He stopped when he realized all people's eyes looked at them.
He released the rabbit and sat down himself on his chair again. He leaned on his elbows and stared on the wall.
His men didn't dare to say a word anymore. Stump stroked over the rim of his glass, Chorizo tipped his fingers together nervously, and Kinski rubbed his collar.
After a while, Bill grabbed his glass and put it with a loud clap on the table.
"Buford, new drink!"
Buford did it, without to say something. Bill picked it up and emptied it.
At this moment, the doors were opened and Rango came in.
Kinski tipped Bill's arm. "Poor lizard on six o'clock."
Bill wiped over his mouth and looked back. Their glances met until Rango avoided them.
He walked forward. He seemed to be in better fettle than in the afternoon.
He reached the bar. He laid his hands on the table and looked at Buford. His glance was firmly.
"Double double cactus."
"Double double?" Buford asked surprised. "Strong drink in the evening…"
The chameleon nodded. "Yes, yes, yes. Do you sell it or not?"
Buford shrugged his shoulders. "As you wish, sheriff."
Bill left his place and walked to Rango. He stopped beside him and looked at him with severe look from the side. Rango seemed to ignore that and watched how Buford filled the glass.
Bill lifted his nose with disdain. "You are more broken than a dead horse."
Rango ignored his comment.
Instead, he kept still and held his nose a little bit higher.
Bill didn't like it that someone ignored him. "What's going on with you? Did you lost your tongue or are you hoarsely because of crying in your pillow?"
Stump bit his underlip. Bill sought a quarrel and he was sure, that he would get that.
For a moment, there was silence. But then, Rango moved first his eyes, then his head in Bill's direction. They looked hard and resolutely.
Bill narrowed his eyes in response.
Rango's eyes moved at Bill's glass, which still stood on the table. He took the full filled glass from Bill and threw the liquid on Bill's face.
Kinski and Stump cried hoarsely by mistake. The other people stood there with open mouth. Ambrose hid his face behind his cards.
Bill had closed his eyes when the alcoholic water met his face. Now they were open again and looked more than harder at Rango, who still held the glass in his hand. Then the chameleon put it on the table again. Bill wiped over his face with his hand.
"I've got the feeling, the town is too small for both of us."
Rango narrowed his eyes more. "To small for you."
"I think one of us have to go."
"I think so, too."
"On the street?"
Rango slapped on the table. "Immediately."
Bill grinned, but to everyone's surprise, Bill turned around and showed his back.
"I don't play with crying boys."
Rango jumped up. "What do you mean to say?!"
"It would be too easy for me to kill you. You are so weak like a dried straw."
Rango became more stiffly and clenched his fists.
"On the street," he snorted.
Bill chuckled and leaned his head back. "Do you really wanna die to make her unhappy? Wasn't it enough that you made her unhappy for now?"
Rango took a breath. "It was her decision."
"A decision which you forced on her."
He didn't wait for a reply and turned around where Rango's frozen eyes struck him.
"Yes, you forced her to do it. We all are thinking the same, don't we?"
He looked around in the saloon with narrowed eyes. All city people turned his back at him immediately. They wanted to keep out of their dispute. Just Waffles dared to say a word.
"Uh… I think…"
"Shut it!" Bill interrupted him and paid back his attention to Rango.
Bill looked at him. "Face it. You sold her. You sold her soul to that devil."
"I didn't sell her! It was her decision."
"Just because of you. Only because of you."
Rango shook his head. "No!"
Bill chuckled mockingly. "Oh really? And who let robbed himself to make a deal with a Grim Reaper? Who? You! And why needed she to make a deal with him? Because of you! It's your fault that she has to live a life in slavery."
"No!"
"It was your fault!"
"NOO!"
Rango jumped forward. But Bill was faster and gave him a hard kick in the face. Rango twirled around and landed hard with his belly on the floor.
All people jumped up from their chairs with shock and stood like frozen.
Kinski, Chorizo and Stump came closer and looked at the lizard on the floor.
"Ouch," Stump commented. "That hurt."
All stared at Rango with silence.
Bill lifted his fists. "Stand up and fight like a man."
But Rango didn't move. Doc was close to ran, but then, Rango began to pant.
Bill stood behind him and looked down at him.
"Come now! Stand up!"
But Rango didn't react. Instead, he leaned himself on his elbows. His glance still lowered.
Then he stood up slowly. Bill still standing behind his back.
Rango didn't turned around. He rubbed his cheek.
Bill grinned. He broke him again.
But instead of a firing fight, Rango walked to the doors. He touched the swing doors gently, pushed them aside disappeared outside without reply.
Bill's men looked at their leader, who still stood there like all dressed up and with nowhere to go. But just few seconds. Then he moved and ran on the street. He looked around wildly, but Rango was already gone.
He growled and stamped with his foot. "DAMN!"
"Maybe you hit him in a wrong way?" Stump said.
"Rubbish! I hit very good every time."
He crossed his arms and stared in the empty air.
"It becomes boring," he muttered. "So silly boring."
Kinski, Stump and Chorizo stayed on the sidewalk, always watching at Bill, waiting that he would give an order or something else. But the Gila monster kept still on the street.
One minute passed.
"Where do you want to go, Bill?" Kinski asked when they realized that Bill had gone to the roadrunners.
"We will make a little journey."
"Are you serious?" Kinski asked irritated. "It's late in the night."
"Who does it matter? I can't sleep."
"I need sleep," Stump said and yawned.
"Where do you want to ride?" Chorizo asked curiously.
"To find that snake."
"What?!" they cried with one voice.
"Are you crazy?" Stump asked with disbelief.
"Mind your own business! I know what I do."
"But you are talking about Rattlesnake Jake!" Kinski shouted.
Bill rolled his eyes. "Dear! I can't live like that anymore! Either I kill him or him."
Chorizo tipped his forehead like a mad man.
Kinski ran forward and tried a last try. "You don't really want to kill him, do you? You are tired. Let's sleep a night…"
"I said, I can't sleep."
"What is the sense of this?" Stump asked with questions again. "Let's be real, you wouldn't do that."
Bill became slower. He seemed to be unsure now, but then he lifted his head. "I don't know what I should do. But even better to do something else than to stay with that idiot. I can't stand it any longer. Better I vent my anger out on that slithery reptile."
"How do you want to do?" Stump asked again. "Are you really only angry because of him?"
Kinski nodded. "Yes, I know you. You would never do such a risk. You was also… eh… careful when we met Jake the last time, you remember?"
Bill looked at them. "Who is the leader of this group? Me or one of you?"
The three mammals exchanged glances and sighed. "You."
Bill smiled darkly. "Fine. In this case, you aren't allow do ask questions. Just do what I say! And I say, we will leave that town and will searching for that snake."
Stump muttered something. "How do you want to find him?"
"Stupid question. You only don't want to leave the town tonight, right? We will find him like the last time we found him."
They exchanged glances. They knew what he meant.
"That's could take two hours riding time," Kinski said nagging.
Bill snorted. "Who cares?"
"But Bill I can't ride with my bottom," Stump wailed.
"Think about an idea. We will leave the town in five minutes."
His men sighed deeply but they follow his orders.

The moon lay high over the dark desert. Just four roadrunners rode over the dusty area and left a dusty cloud.
One of the roadrunners saddle was empty.
"If we weren't relatives, I would kick you down," Kinski muttered while Stump lay on his saddle in front of him.
"I didn't have much of choices," Stump replied. He coughed because of the dust and he got the feeling of nausea because of the sway on the roadrunner.

To be continued...