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Soooo. After a little vacation, the story goes on.

26. Beans! Beans!

"Your friend was a little shocked, wasn't he?" Jake said and chuckled darkly, while they left the doctor house.
Beans tried to ignore him. She took again the paper and tried to concentrate on it.
"You could answer my question at least," Jake said impatiently.
"Yes, he was," she answered emotionless and put the paper away.
"But you don't think about him, don't you?" Jake asked inquiringly.
Beans looked around. "No, I just thought, about… Don't you think Roscoe could attack the town? I'm surprised that Roscoe wasn't visible yet, when he really wants the gold."
Jake shrugged his upper body. "Maybe he is planning something. Who knows. I don't know him very well."
Suddenly he stopped and flicked his tongue.
Beans looked at him unsurely. "Anything wrong?"
He hissed. "Excuse me."
With these words, he left her.

Bill looked around when he held his head out of the window of Doc's house. No one was outside. He lifted his right leg over the window-sill.
He pressed his lips together. It wasn't easy to climb out of a window with fresh stitched wounds. He lost the balance and plumped to the ground on his backside.
"Ouch!" He cursed.
He held his breath and listened. Nobody came. Slowly he stood up.
He winced when someone put a big gun on his back. Immediately he raised his hands in the air.
"Very nice comedy," a familiar voice spoke behind him. "If you wanna keep healthy, I would say, you should go back into the house before it ends in a tragedy," the rattlesnake continued.
Bill sighed deeply and nodded. Jake gave him a push in the back and Bill went around the house to the door. He knocked against it.
Doc was very surprised when he saw Bill outside.
"Uh… how did you…"
"Don't ask," Bill said defeated and walked through the corridor.
Doc winced when Jake pushed is head inside the house with grim glance. "Give him a very strong sedative. Otherwise I have to tie him on the bed."
Doc nodded. "Yes, Mister Jake."

"No syringe!" Bill protested when he lay back in his bed. "Give me something to eat at least."
Doc sighed deeply. Bill was really a difficult patient.
"Alright, alright. I will give you a tablet, which you can swallow."
"Thank you," Bill said sarcastically.
Doc left the room, while Bill stayed in bed and stared at Rango, who was still unconscious.
Bill crossed his arms and snorted with disgust.
"Damn!" he thought. "Just everything for a damn promise. You are really an idiot!"

Doc came back with a pill and a glass of water. Bill swallowed all down quickly. He hated medicine, beside the old medicine which called "alcohol".
He put out his tongue. "Wah! What's that terrible stuff?"
Doc took the glass again. "Don't worry. You will fall into sleep very quickly."
"I'm not like your other weak half corpses which you have," Bill protested and yawned loudly.
Doc smiled mockingly. "I see."
The jackrabbit didn't care more for the Gila-Monster and paid his attention back to Rango.
He took the lizard's arm and felt the pulse. It was slowly but he also felt a little trembling in the muscles. Doc sighed silently.
"It was a hard day for him," he thought. "Wonder whether he will be like in his hero days."
He turned around when he heard how Bill laid himself on the side and began to snore a little.
Doc left the chameleon and put the blanket higher on the big lizard.
"Very strong," he muttered and left the room.

The rest of the day, nothing more happened. Beans remained in near of Doc's house. Jake didn't allow her to stay beside Rango's bed, which was more than painful for her.
Doc took from time to time a look at the room, and controlled the lizards' state. But they slept deep and peaceful. Except Rango, who mumbled from time to time some words.
In the evening, Doc made his last control before he go to bed. There was nothing changing with his patient and he let them alone after it.

It was 1.00 a.m. in the morning, when Bill woke up slowly. First he didn't know where he was. This wasn't his bed in his quarter. The air smelled very different mixed with ether and what else. Slowly his memories came back and the ugly feeling in his stomach came back.
He laid himself on his back, still feeling the fresh wounds. He petted over his belly and felt the yarns.
He froze when he heard something mumbling.
"Beans, Beans."
Bill lifted his head a little and looked over to Rango. The gunslinger rolled his eyes.
"I'm in hell," he muttered and pressed the ends of the pillow closer on his ears.
For a moment, there was silence again. But then…
"Beans! Beans! No, Beans, come back!" it came louder.
Bill pressed his teeth together. "Shut your damn mouth!" he said in hope Rango would hear him somehow. But the chameleon seemed to be in deep bad dreams.
He winced when Rango threw himself on the other side of the bed.
"Be quiet!" Bill cursed. "I want to sleep!"
But Rango didn't stop and began to move wildly his feet under the blanket.
That was enough for Bill. He stood up, but flinched a moment when pain from his wounds let him froze. With effort, he left his bed and went over beside Rango's bed.
Regardless, the bigger lizard grabbed Rango's shoulders and shook him heavily.
"Damn wake up! Or you will taste my fist!"
Rango lost the balance and fell on the floor.
He looked up at him. Tears were in his eyes.
Bill made a scornful sound. "Stop crying, that's embarrassing!"
Suddenly the door opened and Doc's tired eyes scanned the room.
"Something wrong?" he asked a little worried.
Bill snorted. "He fell out of the bed."
Doc yawned and dragged his feet into the room.
"Go back to bed," he said to Bill.
"Yes, yes," Bill replied with disgust.
Doc bent down to Rango. "Everything okay, Mister Rango?" he asked.
"I think so," he answered.
Doc helped him on his feet and helped him into his bed.
"Do you have pain?"
"Not really."
Doc nodded. "Alright. I will give you something sedative. After that you can sleep better."
After a while, he came back with tablet and water. Bill ignored him and pressed himself deeper into the blanket.
"Here you are."
Doc handed Rango the two things.
"Thank you."
Rango took both and swallowed it.
After he finished he put the glass on his lap and stared on it.
"Anything else?" Doc asked.
Rango shook his head. "No, thanks."
He gave Doc the glass back.
Rango seemed to want to speak something, but then he closed his mouth again.
Doc petted his back. "Try to sleep. If you need something, call me."
"I hope not," Bill muttered.
Doc left them and Rango laid himself again on the pillow.
Both heard the breath of the other one.
Bill snorted before he spoke one sentence.
"I hate you."
Rango moaned quietly and laid himself from his back to the side.
Tears came again in his eyes when he thought about that he lost her.

Beans didn't feel more different than Rango. She was unable to sleep that night. Silently she sat on a chair at the beach of the lake and wished she could be somewhere else.
Why did I invite him that evening? She thought. Why this night? Why he didn't stay at my home? He would have slept on my sofa. He would have had a good night. Why was that happen? Why?
Her throat became thick and she began to cry.
There was nobody who could speak with her. Nobody who could give her some hope. Jake had given all curfew. She embraced herself and tried to get some peace.

Jake watched her from a distance.
Little man, you have to pay for my defeat. With her. But I don't like the tears in your eyes, my sweet. Dear, why you didn't sign the paper many weeks ago? Why came that sheriff back? But what if she had signed the paper? What had happened? Had the mayor killed her?
She was a little woman, but very hard with herself. She was stronger than that green lizard. A human's pet would never been so strong. Mayor John was going to kill him. Who had saved him? There was nobody been there. But the taste of his humiliation of the town was also a hard thing in his whole life. Everyone had tricked him when he was a little child. Nobody liked a snake, even not a venomous snake. No, snakes weren't in the world to be loved, snakes have to take the respect by all available means. Everyone was feared of him. If snakes aren't allow to get love, then more the respect and Rango took his respect, when everybody in the area said, a little lizard had defeated the greatest gunslinger in the west.
The grim reaper lowered his glance. I need your pain for my humiliation.

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Soooo. After a little vacation, the story goes on.

26. Beans! Beans!

"Your friend was a little shocked, wasn't he?" Jake said and chuckled darkly, while they left the doctor house.
Beans tried to ignore him. She took again the paper and tried to concentrate on it.
"You could answer my question at least," Jake said impatiently.
"Yes, he was," she answered emotionless and put the paper away.
"But you don't think about him, don't you?" Jake asked inquiringly.
Beans looked around. "No, I just thought, about… Don't you think Roscoe could attack the town? I'm surprised that Roscoe wasn't visible yet, when he really wants the gold."
Jake shrugged his upper body. "Maybe he is planning something. Who knows. I don't know him very well."
Suddenly he stopped and flicked his tongue.
Beans looked at him unsurely. "Anything wrong?"
He hissed. "Excuse me."
With these words, he left her.

Bill looked around when he held his head out of the window of Doc's house. No one was outside. He lifted his right leg over the window-sill.
He pressed his lips together. It wasn't easy to climb out of a window with fresh stitched wounds. He lost the balance and plumped to the ground on his backside.
"Ouch!" He cursed.
He held his breath and listened. Nobody came. Slowly he stood up.
He winced when someone put a big gun on his back. Immediately he raised his hands in the air.
"Very nice comedy," a familiar voice spoke behind him. "If you wanna keep healthy, I would say, you should go back into the house before it ends in a tragedy," the rattlesnake continued.
Bill sighed deeply and nodded. Jake gave him a push in the back and Bill went around the house to the door. He knocked against it.
Doc was very surprised when he saw Bill outside.
"Uh… how did you…"
"Don't ask," Bill said defeated and walked through the corridor.
Doc winced when Jake pushed is head inside the house with grim glance. "Give him a very strong sedative. Otherwise I have to tie him on the bed."
Doc nodded. "Yes, Mister Jake."

"No syringe!" Bill protested when he lay back in his bed. "Give me something to eat at least."
Doc sighed deeply. Bill was really a difficult patient.
"Alright, alright. I will give you a tablet, which you can swallow."
"Thank you," Bill said sarcastically.
Doc left the room, while Bill stayed in bed and stared at Rango, who was still unconscious.
Bill crossed his arms and snorted with disgust.
"Damn!" he thought. "Just everything for a damn promise. You are really an idiot!"

Doc came back with a pill and a glass of water. Bill swallowed all down quickly. He hated medicine, beside the old medicine which called "alcohol".
He put out his tongue. "Wah! What's that terrible stuff?"
Doc took the glass again. "Don't worry. You will fall into sleep very quickly."
"I'm not like your other weak half corpses which you have," Bill protested and yawned loudly.
Doc smiled mockingly. "I see."
The jackrabbit didn't care more for the Gila-Monster and paid his attention back to Rango.
He took the lizard's arm and felt the pulse. It was slowly but he also felt a little trembling in the muscles. Doc sighed silently.
"It was a hard day for him," he thought. "Wonder whether he will be like in his hero days."
He turned around when he heard how Bill laid himself on the side and began to snore a little.
Doc left the chameleon and put the blanket higher on the big lizard.
"Very strong," he muttered and left the room.

The rest of the day, nothing more happened. Beans remained in near of Doc's house. Jake didn't allow her to stay beside Rango's bed, which was more than painful for her.
Doc took from time to time a look at the room, and controlled the lizards' state. But they slept deep and peaceful. Except Rango, who mumbled from time to time some words.
In the evening, Doc made his last control before he go to bed. There was nothing changing with his patient and he let them alone after it.

It was 1.00 a.m. in the morning, when Bill woke up slowly. First he didn't know where he was. This wasn't his bed in his quarter. The air smelled very different mixed with ether and what else. Slowly his memories came back and the ugly feeling in his stomach came back.
He laid himself on his back, still feeling the fresh wounds. He petted over his belly and felt the yarns.
He froze when he heard something mumbling.
"Beans, Beans."
Bill lifted his head a little and looked over to Rango. The gunslinger rolled his eyes.
"I'm in hell," he muttered and pressed the ends of the pillow closer on his ears.
For a moment, there was silence again. But then…
"Beans! Beans! No, Beans, come back!" it came louder.
Bill pressed his teeth together. "Shut your damn mouth!" he said in hope Rango would hear him somehow. But the chameleon seemed to be in deep bad dreams.
He winced when Rango threw himself on the other side of the bed.
"Be quiet!" Bill cursed. "I want to sleep!"
But Rango didn't stop and began to move wildly his feet under the blanket.
That was enough for Bill. He stood up, but flinched a moment when pain from his wounds let him froze. With effort, he left his bed and went over beside Rango's bed.
Regardless, the bigger lizard grabbed Rango's shoulders and shook him heavily.
"Damn wake up! Or you will taste my fist!"
Rango lost the balance and fell on the floor.
He looked up at him. Tears were in his eyes.
Bill made a scornful sound. "Stop crying, that's embarrassing!"
Suddenly the door opened and Doc's tired eyes scanned the room.
"Something wrong?" he asked a little worried.
Bill snorted. "He fell out of the bed."
Doc yawned and dragged his feet into the room.
"Go back to bed," he said to Bill.
"Yes, yes," Bill replied with disgust.
Doc bent down to Rango. "Everything okay, Mister Rango?" he asked.
"I think so," he answered.
Doc helped him on his feet and helped him into his bed.
"Do you have pain?"
"Not really."
Doc nodded. "Alright. I will give you something sedative. After that you can sleep better."
After a while, he came back with tablet and water. Bill ignored him and pressed himself deeper into the blanket.
"Here you are."
Doc handed Rango the two things.
"Thank you."
Rango took both and swallowed it.
After he finished he put the glass on his lap and stared on it.
"Anything else?" Doc asked.
Rango shook his head. "No, thanks."
He gave Doc the glass back.
Rango seemed to want to speak something, but then he closed his mouth again.
Doc petted his back. "Try to sleep. If you need something, call me."
"I hope not," Bill muttered.
Doc left them and Rango laid himself again on the pillow.
Both heard the breath of the other one.
Bill snorted before he spoke one sentence.
"I hate you."
Rango moaned quietly and laid himself from his back to the side.
Tears came again in his eyes when he thought about that he lost her.

Beans didn't feel more different than Rango. She was unable to sleep that night. Silently she sat on a chair at the beach of the lake and wished she could be somewhere else.
Why did I invite him that evening? She thought. Why this night? Why he didn't stay at my home? He would have slept on my sofa. He would have had a good night. Why was that happen? Why?
Her throat became thick and she began to cry.
There was nobody who could speak with her. Nobody who could give her some hope. Jake had given all curfew. She embraced herself and tried to get some peace.

Jake watched her from a distance.
Little man, you have to pay for my defeat. With her. But I don't like the tears in your eyes, my sweet. Dear, why you didn't sign the paper many weeks ago? Why came that sheriff back? But what if she had signed the paper? What had happened? Had the mayor killed her?
She was a little woman, but very hard with herself. She was stronger than that green lizard. A human's pet would never been so strong. Mayor John was going to kill him. Who had saved him? There was nobody been there. But the taste of his humiliation of the town was also a hard thing in his whole life. Everyone had tricked him when he was a little child. Nobody liked a snake, even not a venomous snake. No, snakes weren't in the world to be loved, snakes have to take the respect by all available means. Everyone was feared of him. If snakes aren't allow to get love, then more the respect and Rango took his respect, when everybody in the area said, a little lizard had defeated the greatest gunslinger in the west.
The grim reaper lowered his glance. I need your pain for my humiliation.