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3. It's not your fault!

Buford stood behind the counter and cleaned some glasses with silence. It was quiet in the saloon. A little bit too quiet. Although most townspeople were staying here in the morning time, but no one dared to say a word.
Buford looked up when he heard footsteps at the door. Presently, Doc entered the saloon and went straight up to the bar. The townspeople followed him with their eyes. After Doc sat down, the doctor noticed the silence now. But instead to react to it, he waved to Buford that he should bring him a bottle.
Without hesitation, Buford grabbed into the shelf and take out a bottle which the doctor used to drink. Without words, the toad put the bottle on the counter. Doc looked at the bottle with silence and yawned loudly. Then he grabbed the plug, pulled it out and drank several sips from the bottle. Panting, he put down the bottle.
Again an oppressive silence.
Finally, Waffles couldn't stick it any longer and approached Doc.
"And? How is he?"
Doc raised his ear, then he let it hang again. He felt how the others stared at him with watchful eyes.
"He will survive."
A murmur of relief went through the room. Everyone talked wildly. Then all went to the bar, surrounded the doctor and gave him slaps on his back.
"This's our Doc."
"I told ya so!" Elbows said. "I knew it, he would be successful."
"You didn't," Eglin replied. "You were the only one, who said the whole time that ..."
"All right," Doc broke the hubbub. "Take your glasses. I buy you a drink."
Everybody cheered and pushed to the bar, while Doc rubbed his tired eyes. He had kept watch beside Rango for two days, who was still housed in his doctor's office. First, it seemed he would die. He had lost a lot of blood.
The citizen reacted distraught over their Sheriff's accident. Most of all Beans, who had broken out in tears when she heard it. With effort, Doc managed to calm down her and to give her a sedative. But also the others were worried about their hero and were knocking several times a day against Doc's door and asked him about his state. And Doc always said: Wait and see, I can just say, he is still breathing.
But today, his state became stable and Doc left the house to take a drink.
After Doc had emptied his glass, he left the saloon again. He wouldn't Rango leave alone so long. The risk of possible complications were still not completely excluded.

Was it all just a dream?
Groaning, Rango opened his eyes, but closed them again immediately, because the light in the room blinded him. It was daylight outside. But the faint light in the room hurt his eyes.
Searching, his hands groped the surrounding area. He felt blankets, mattress, pillow. He smelled disinfectant mixed with old furniture.
He whimpered quietly. He felt terrible pain in his stomach. A nausea rose up inside him. He touched with his hand about his belly where he felt thick bandages. Again he wailed.
Too late, he heard footsteps, someone opened the door and was closed again.
Rango breathed heavily. He squinnied. His body tensed.
"Sheriff?"
Rango opened his eyes with pain and recognized Doc's face.
He put his hairy hand on his shoulder, but this gesture could calm down him halfway. He knew the doctor was at his side, but that did not relieve his pain.
Doc seemed to know it and went to a cupboard. Rango had closed his eyes again and whimpered softly.
He heard how Doc came back and put the blanket aside. He grabbed his arm and cleaned it with an alcohol swab. Rango winced when he felt a stab. For a moment, it was cold at this part of his body. Shortly afterwards, the doctor pulled out the needle again.
After a while, Rango felt no change. Then a slight severity surrounded him and the pain subsided a little. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. Just to sleep.
"Try to sleep," Doc said calmly.
Without resistance, Rango let lull himself to sleep.

Rango did not know how long he had slept. A night or several days?
His body felt like lead. He took a deep breath before he opened his eyes. Everything was blurred. He closed his eyes again. Suddenly he heard echoed words. But his head was so empty that he couldn't understand it first. Someone grabbed his hand and held it.
He drew a deep breath and managed to open his eyes again. His heart beat faster when he saw Beans, who sat beside his bed.
He moved his lips. "Beans," he said weakly.
"No, don't speak," she said. There was a shaking in her voice.
Rango blinked heavily and looked at her. He saw that she was still shocked after she heard the news, but she tried everything to hide her sorrow. Her eyes were red from crying.
Rango felt how the painkiller lost his analgesic effect and cleared his head again.
"You're looking good," he said and forced a smile.
Beans smiled, too. But suddenly, she couldn't control herself.
"All my fault," she cried. "If I had never invited you to me that evening…"
Rango interrupted her. "No, it was not your fault. Nobody had guessed that something would happen. That could happen every day."
"But I should have to accompany you at least. Blame it on me."
He smiled slightly. "Oh Beans. Come here. I don't blame you for it. It's not your fault. Absolutely not!"
Doc turned around. He wanted to let them alone and acted as if he would looking out of the window.
Meanwhile, Beans lay in Rango's arms and he petted over her head and her back. After a while, Beans became calmer.
Rango moaned softly. It was too much for him.
"Better we let him sleep now," Doc said. "I think it's the best you go outside and go out for a walk. Sleeping is the best what he need."
Beans nodded. She gave Rango a soft kiss on his forehead, then she left the house.
Rango was still awake and looked at Doc.
"How long do I have to stay in bed?" he asked tiredly.
"For a while," Doc answered. "It was lucky that you didn't die. Your injury was worse than it looked. In worse case, we had now a sheriff grave more. It's a mystery for me how you came to my office in this state."
Rango was wide-eyed then he forced a smile. "Miracles happens."
Doc raised an eyebrow. Something was wrong with him, but he couldn't explain why.

Several weeks passed until Rango could move safely on the road without getting faint, like this evening.
No sooner he had left the bustling saloon, he stretched several times himself and smelled the night air. The stuffy air in the hotel was so thick that you could cut into slices. All the more he was relieved to stand under open sky.
He looked up to the stars at dusk. The sight of the stars awaked memories of the shady night again.
He shuddered at the thought of he never survived that night. On the one hand, he was glad and happy about it, but on the other hand, he felt misgiving.
Of course, he had not forgotten Jake's words.
"See ya."
Secretly, Rango hoped that Jake would forget it, but he knew that Jake would never forget what he wanted to do. And that caused him a lot of fear. Especially he didn't told him when he would come back.
He felt uneasy and he looked to the right and to the left, but the streets were completely empty.
He shrugged his shoulders.
What will be, will be, he thought. I can't help it.
No sooner he had taken a few steps forward to the office, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Rango, where are you going?"
He turned around.
"Where I want to go?" he asked in surprise. "To the office."
"Should I accompany you?" Beans asked uncertainly.
"Uh… okay. I appreciate it."
Beans took his hand and together they went down the street.
All the way, Beans looked around. Rango gave her hand a squeeze. "Beans. It's okay. We're in safety."
"But the guy is still lurking around here in this area. Maybe he is going to kill you finally."
"Beans, calm down. Maybe outside, but not here. He would never make an attack in town with many people inside."
"That may be true, but shouldn't I come with you into the office?"
Rango stopped, then he cleared his throat.
"No, Beans. I can look after myself for sure. Don't worry."
"But… what about your condition?"
"I'm fine. I'm as healthy as a shark in water, always ready to protect a city like this. I'm as fit as that I could take a wrestling match with Bad Bill."
Beans sighed. "Alright. But if something is wrong, call me, please. Okay?"
"Sure thing," Rango said.
They said goodbye each other. But before Beans left him, she turned around.
"I'm in the hotel, you know?"
Rango nodded. "I keep it in my mind. See you tomorrow."
Beans swallowed, but she smiled. "Yes, see you tomorrow."

Rango was unable to sleep that night. He didn't like it if Beans was worried about him without reason. He wished he would know how to take away her worries.
He listened attentively. The tower clock belled midnight.
He sighed and lay down on the other side. He had to sleep. He needed it. He closed his eyes and did everything to fall asleep.
Everything…. Everything…
He startled. Something rushed around the house.
He sat up and listened. But everything was quiet.
After a while, he lay down again.
Suddenly he jumped up. A shadow was been appeared on the window. Hastily, he stood up, took his revolver and went to the door. Carefully he opened it. His hand on his gun.
Who was outside? The fox, or…
He swallowed and narrowed his eyes to see something in the dark of the night.
He took a few steps forward on the street. He looked in all directions. But the street was empty.
He winced. There was a sound in the darkness. It came from a side street.
"Who is there?" he asked, but there was no reply.
Rango snorted. He ran forward and aimed his gun in the dark street. But nobody was there.
He turned around. Again a rustle sound.
He looked in all directions. Suddenly he had the feeling that someone stood behind him. He could feel his presence.
Rango was going to turn around, as the strange person began to speak.
"Hello, Sheriff."
Rango was frightened. He caught his breath.
"Why so surprised?" continued the familiar voice.
Rango swallowed and did not dare to turn around.
He was here!

So, up to here, hope you liked it. Story isn't ready written yet, but chapter 4 is in work. See you.

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Hello, the most of you want to read the next chapter. All right, you won and I wrote. XD

Enjoy.

3. It's not your fault!

Buford stood behind the counter and cleaned some glasses with silence. It was quiet in the saloon. A little bit too quiet. Although most townspeople were staying here in the morning time, but no one dared to say a word.
Buford looked up when he heard footsteps at the door. Presently, Doc entered the saloon and went straight up to the bar. The townspeople followed him with their eyes. After Doc sat down, the doctor noticed the silence now. But instead to react to it, he waved to Buford that he should bring him a bottle.
Without hesitation, Buford grabbed into the shelf and take out a bottle which the doctor used to drink. Without words, the toad put the bottle on the counter. Doc looked at the bottle with silence and yawned loudly. Then he grabbed the plug, pulled it out and drank several sips from the bottle. Panting, he put down the bottle.
Again an oppressive silence.
Finally, Waffles couldn't stick it any longer and approached Doc.
"And? How is he?"
Doc raised his ear, then he let it hang again. He felt how the others stared at him with watchful eyes.
"He will survive."
A murmur of relief went through the room. Everyone talked wildly. Then all went to the bar, surrounded the doctor and gave him slaps on his back.
"This's our Doc."
"I told ya so!" Elbows said. "I knew it, he would be successful."
"You didn't," Eglin replied. "You were the only one, who said the whole time that ..."
"All right," Doc broke the hubbub. "Take your glasses. I buy you a drink."
Everybody cheered and pushed to the bar, while Doc rubbed his tired eyes. He had kept watch beside Rango for two days, who was still housed in his doctor's office. First, it seemed he would die. He had lost a lot of blood.
The citizen reacted distraught over their Sheriff's accident. Most of all Beans, who had broken out in tears when she heard it. With effort, Doc managed to calm down her and to give her a sedative. But also the others were worried about their hero and were knocking several times a day against Doc's door and asked him about his state. And Doc always said: Wait and see, I can just say, he is still breathing.
But today, his state became stable and Doc left the house to take a drink.
After Doc had emptied his glass, he left the saloon again. He wouldn't Rango leave alone so long. The risk of possible complications were still not completely excluded.

Was it all just a dream?
Groaning, Rango opened his eyes, but closed them again immediately, because the light in the room blinded him. It was daylight outside. But the faint light in the room hurt his eyes.
Searching, his hands groped the surrounding area. He felt blankets, mattress, pillow. He smelled disinfectant mixed with old furniture.
He whimpered quietly. He felt terrible pain in his stomach. A nausea rose up inside him. He touched with his hand about his belly where he felt thick bandages. Again he wailed.
Too late, he heard footsteps, someone opened the door and was closed again.
Rango breathed heavily. He squinnied. His body tensed.
"Sheriff?"
Rango opened his eyes with pain and recognized Doc's face.
He put his hairy hand on his shoulder, but this gesture could calm down him halfway. He knew the doctor was at his side, but that did not relieve his pain.
Doc seemed to know it and went to a cupboard. Rango had closed his eyes again and whimpered softly.
He heard how Doc came back and put the blanket aside. He grabbed his arm and cleaned it with an alcohol swab. Rango winced when he felt a stab. For a moment, it was cold at this part of his body. Shortly afterwards, the doctor pulled out the needle again.
After a while, Rango felt no change. Then a slight severity surrounded him and the pain subsided a little. He was tired. He wanted to sleep. Just to sleep.
"Try to sleep," Doc said calmly.
Without resistance, Rango let lull himself to sleep.

Rango did not know how long he had slept. A night or several days?
His body felt like lead. He took a deep breath before he opened his eyes. Everything was blurred. He closed his eyes again. Suddenly he heard echoed words. But his head was so empty that he couldn't understand it first. Someone grabbed his hand and held it.
He drew a deep breath and managed to open his eyes again. His heart beat faster when he saw Beans, who sat beside his bed.
He moved his lips. "Beans," he said weakly.
"No, don't speak," she said. There was a shaking in her voice.
Rango blinked heavily and looked at her. He saw that she was still shocked after she heard the news, but she tried everything to hide her sorrow. Her eyes were red from crying.
Rango felt how the painkiller lost his analgesic effect and cleared his head again.
"You're looking good," he said and forced a smile.
Beans smiled, too. But suddenly, she couldn't control herself.
"All my fault," she cried. "If I had never invited you to me that evening…"
Rango interrupted her. "No, it was not your fault. Nobody had guessed that something would happen. That could happen every day."
"But I should have to accompany you at least. Blame it on me."
He smiled slightly. "Oh Beans. Come here. I don't blame you for it. It's not your fault. Absolutely not!"
Doc turned around. He wanted to let them alone and acted as if he would looking out of the window.
Meanwhile, Beans lay in Rango's arms and he petted over her head and her back. After a while, Beans became calmer.
Rango moaned softly. It was too much for him.
"Better we let him sleep now," Doc said. "I think it's the best you go outside and go out for a walk. Sleeping is the best what he need."
Beans nodded. She gave Rango a soft kiss on his forehead, then she left the house.
Rango was still awake and looked at Doc.
"How long do I have to stay in bed?" he asked tiredly.
"For a while," Doc answered. "It was lucky that you didn't die. Your injury was worse than it looked. In worse case, we had now a sheriff grave more. It's a mystery for me how you came to my office in this state."
Rango was wide-eyed then he forced a smile. "Miracles happens."
Doc raised an eyebrow. Something was wrong with him, but he couldn't explain why.

Several weeks passed until Rango could move safely on the road without getting faint, like this evening.
No sooner he had left the bustling saloon, he stretched several times himself and smelled the night air. The stuffy air in the hotel was so thick that you could cut into slices. All the more he was relieved to stand under open sky.
He looked up to the stars at dusk. The sight of the stars awaked memories of the shady night again.
He shuddered at the thought of he never survived that night. On the one hand, he was glad and happy about it, but on the other hand, he felt misgiving.
Of course, he had not forgotten Jake's words.
"See ya."
Secretly, Rango hoped that Jake would forget it, but he knew that Jake would never forget what he wanted to do. And that caused him a lot of fear. Especially he didn't told him when he would come back.
He felt uneasy and he looked to the right and to the left, but the streets were completely empty.
He shrugged his shoulders.
What will be, will be, he thought. I can't help it.
No sooner he had taken a few steps forward to the office, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.
"Rango, where are you going?"
He turned around.
"Where I want to go?" he asked in surprise. "To the office."
"Should I accompany you?" Beans asked uncertainly.
"Uh… okay. I appreciate it."
Beans took his hand and together they went down the street.
All the way, Beans looked around. Rango gave her hand a squeeze. "Beans. It's okay. We're in safety."
"But the guy is still lurking around here in this area. Maybe he is going to kill you finally."
"Beans, calm down. Maybe outside, but not here. He would never make an attack in town with many people inside."
"That may be true, but shouldn't I come with you into the office?"
Rango stopped, then he cleared his throat.
"No, Beans. I can look after myself for sure. Don't worry."
"But… what about your condition?"
"I'm fine. I'm as healthy as a shark in water, always ready to protect a city like this. I'm as fit as that I could take a wrestling match with Bad Bill."
Beans sighed. "Alright. But if something is wrong, call me, please. Okay?"
"Sure thing," Rango said.
They said goodbye each other. But before Beans left him, she turned around.
"I'm in the hotel, you know?"
Rango nodded. "I keep it in my mind. See you tomorrow."
Beans swallowed, but she smiled. "Yes, see you tomorrow."

Rango was unable to sleep that night. He didn't like it if Beans was worried about him without reason. He wished he would know how to take away her worries.
He listened attentively. The tower clock belled midnight.
He sighed and lay down on the other side. He had to sleep. He needed it. He closed his eyes and did everything to fall asleep.
Everything…. Everything…
He startled. Something rushed around the house.
He sat up and listened. But everything was quiet.
After a while, he lay down again.
Suddenly he jumped up. A shadow was been appeared on the window. Hastily, he stood up, took his revolver and went to the door. Carefully he opened it. His hand on his gun.
Who was outside? The fox, or…
He swallowed and narrowed his eyes to see something in the dark of the night.
He took a few steps forward on the street. He looked in all directions. But the street was empty.
He winced. There was a sound in the darkness. It came from a side street.
"Who is there?" he asked, but there was no reply.
Rango snorted. He ran forward and aimed his gun in the dark street. But nobody was there.
He turned around. Again a rustle sound.
He looked in all directions. Suddenly he had the feeling that someone stood behind him. He could feel his presence.
Rango was going to turn around, as the strange person began to speak.
"Hello, Sheriff."
Rango was frightened. He caught his breath.
"Why so surprised?" continued the familiar voice.
Rango swallowed and did not dare to turn around.
He was here!

So, up to here, hope you liked it. Story isn't ready written yet, but chapter 4 is in work. See you.