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6. Let me go!

Rango let fall the can, if he saw Bad Bill at the door. Behind him Stump, Kinski and Chorizo.
"Hey, are you deaf?" Bill snarled. "I asked you something. What are you playing at here? Is town not big enough for you, now you snoop in my private residence?"
"What… uh… no… it's not what it looks like."
"Don't waste your breath!" the Gila monster snarled. "You know, that I have to tramp down you for this."
He drew his revolver and aimed it on Rango. The chameleon raised his hands immediately.
"I- I have no weapons with me," Rango said nervously.
"Don't talk rubbish!" Bill interrupted. "Do you think I'm stupid? I won't fall for your damn tricks again."
He gave his men a sign. Stump, Kinski and Chorizo understood and searched thoroughly Rango clothes.
"Bill. He really doesn't wear a gat on his belt," Chorizo said after a while.
"Are you kidding me?" Bill asked in disbelief.
"As I said before, I'm totally weaponless," Rango said. "You have no reason to level a gun on me. For this, I will leave you again."
"No, no, wait! Not so fast!" Bill said darkly before Rango could reach the door. "Do you really think I let you go for no reason? There are many reasons to shoot a bullet in your damn brain!"
For a moment, Rango was unable to speak. Alone compete against four men, he had no chance to win a fight. And much less without weapons.
Bill grinned and came closer with the gun in his hand. Rango backed away from him and pressed himself against the house wall. The Gila monster put his gun on Rango's nose. Then he lowered it and pressed in on Rango's chest.
"Listen. Lizard is not my favorite food, but with salt and pepper, maybe, you will taste not bad."
Rango was wide-eyed. Did Bill really want to eat him?
"Hehe, that's a good one," Rango said and laughed nervously. "You have sense of humor. You are really good."
He touched Bill's gun and pushed it away. "Well, we had laughed a round and we had fun, now I see it's late. I must go now! Bye!"
He scurried away and ran outside.
"Get him!" Bill ordered.
Without hesitation, Kinski, Chorizo and Stump ran outside after the running lizard.
"Don't move!" Kinski cried and fired some bullets.
Rango stopped startled. Suddenly Chorizo and Stump appeared and threw him with their weight down on the floor.
In vain, Rango tried to stand up. But Chorizo and Stump were too heavy for him.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Rango screamed and tried to release himself.
He froze when Kinski pressed a gun on his head.
"No! No!" Rango begged. "Let me go!"
"Shut your trap!" Bill yelled at him.
Chorizo and Stump grabbed chameleon's collar and forced him to stand up.
Rango tried to run away, but the two outlaws held his hands behind his back.
"What do you want?" Rango asked. "I did nothing here. Let me go!"
"Didn't I said, you should shut your trap?" Bill said annoyed and fired a gun shot in the air.
Rango stopped to struggle immediately.
"You will go nowhere!" Bill continued and put his gun away. He was sure, Rango wouldn't dare to fight again. "You entered our territory without permission. Didn't you read the sign?"
"Uh… yes, I did. But I thought…"
"You think too much, bad for you. Intruders get punishment. Especially for someone like you."
"That's tradition in outlaw trade," Kinski said and gave Rango a dig in the rips.
Rango swallowed. "Bill! I'm warning you. You would never…"
Bill put out his knife and touched Rango's throat. The Gila monster grinned darkly. "It is to be feared that you won't leave this area alive."

Few Minutes later, Rango was tied on a wooden beam in front of the old house. Bill and his gang were in the hut and discussed what they should do with him.
Rango sighed. Was everything against him? For a moment, he was been free. Now he was captured again.
The door opened and Bill and his gang came out. Rango's heart beat like crazy and feared the worst.
Bill stopped in front of him and crossed his arms. His men position themselves next to him.
"So, we advised to teach you a lesson at first," Bill said. "We still don't know whether we kill you or not. Not yet at the moment. I'm still very angry about you, but a short death is a too mild punishment for you in my opinion."
Rango tried to hide his fear.
"And what are you going to do now?" he asked with firmly voice.
Bill grinned. He nodded to Kinski and Chorizo. They loosed Rango's bonds from the wooden beam but his hands remained together on his back, because they had tied him with two ropes.
They guided him to Bill and stopped in front of him.
Rango looked at the Gila monster uncertainly. Bill wasn't very clever but although very ruthless.
"I don't know with what I should begin," Bill said sarcastically. "Your appearance in my town was a curse for me. Better you had left the town forever as you got the chance, damn lizard."
"I did just duty," Rango explained. "I did nothing wrong."
"Are you sure?" Bill retorted. "What about our last time? Do you remember in Dry Creek?"
Rango swallowed. "Uh… Sure, I admit… It was an accident. Sorry for your foot. I'm very sorry for that."
"Oh, really?" Bill said sarcastically. "Well, I'm very sorry for this, too."
The resounding slap let the chameleon see stars for a moment and felt to the ground hardly. Moaning, Rango lay on the side. His cheek hurt terribly. Bill had a hard slap. Kinski and Stump lifted him up again on his feet. But that wasn't enough for Bill. He hauled off his open hand and struck him in his face again. Rango screamed and felt to the ground again. Bill's claws had cut some scars in his face. The scratches bled a little, but not bad. Rango sat up and shook his head.
"This was the beginning of your punishment," Bill said mockingly. It was a pleasure for him to see the chameleon so weak and helpless. "The second follows quick."

Rango felt rather unsettled. Bill had tugged him inside the hut and tied him on a chair. Kinski, Stump and Chorizo stood outside, because Bill wanted to be alone with Rango, to enjoy his revenge.
Rango looked at the Gila monster and was ready for everything. Bill wouldn't be gently with him to vent his anger.
Bill lighted up a cigar and leaned relaxed against the wall. He gave Rango a gleeful glance. He felt like totally winner in this "game".
After a while, he came closer. "Well, let's continue where we left off a long time ago."
He dragged on his cigar and blew the smoke in Rango's face. Rango had no time to breathe for fresh air. The smoke stung his lung and his eyes.
Bill grinned, took a new drag, and blew the smoke in Rango's face again. Rango coughed worse than before.
"No objections, Sheriff?" Bill asked and grinned evilly.
Rango said no word. Stiffly he sat on the chair with tied hands and stared him in the eyes. Bill wanted to enrage him, but he didn't wanna do him that favor.
But Bill was relaxed. He took a last drag of his cigar and threw it away in a corner. He took out his knife, touched with the sharp blade over Rango's cheek, and stopped with the knifepoint under chameleon's chin.
Rango swallowed a little. What did Bill plan in his mind?
Suddenly, someone opened the door.
"Bill! Bill!" Kinski called. "Roscoe makes some troubles!"
Bill snorted with disgust and left Rango alone.
"This idiot! I told him, he should disappear."
"Yes, you did. But this time it's a little complicate."
"Don't run away!" Bill said to Rango, who was still tied on the chair. "I will come back very soon."
The door slammed and Rango remained alone with his misery.

Bill narrowed his eyes when he saw Roscoe on his roadrunner with four of his men behind him. Roscoe was a coyote of middle age. Outward, he was the complete opposite of Bad Bill. He was slim, wore black shirt and black pants. Including an expensive black hat. His gun and gun belt were new and seemed to be in good quality. His gang didn't existed very long yet, but he was a good organizer and ruled a huge area in neighboring city. Bill and his gang were unpleasant because of this rivalry and maybe Bill hated him more than Rango, sometimes.
Before Roscoe began to speak, he took a drag of his cigarette, which he held in his right hand.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you has something that belongs to me," Roscoe began with relaxed voice.
"What do you mean?" Bill asked threateningly.
"You know exactly what I mean," Roscoe replied. "The stagecoach, which you robbed in the morning, belonged to us, not to you."
"Second, second. Stop your rubbish talk," Bill interrupted. "The stagecoach rode through our area! That means we had the right to rob it."
"But the stagecoach belonged to my town! He left my town and for this reason, it's mine.
"Get lost!" Bill said. "It crossed our territory! It's your fault if you miss your stagecoach, which is now mine!"
Roscoe raised an eyebrow. "For the last time, give me the money from the stagecoach and I will leave. Hurry up! We want to rob the water train this afternoon."
Bill gasped for air with disgust.
"That's our job! We want to rob the water train today."
"Oh, really? Bad for you. The train belongs to us."
"Because it will leave your town?" Kinski asked.
Roscoe grinned. "That's right. Your men are cleverer than you, aren't they, William?"
Stump, Kinski and Chorizo swallowed hardly. If Roscoe called Bill with his full name, it was a question of time that something cruel happen very soon.
Bill narrowed his eyes and growled darkly. "You bugging me, you damn son of a…"
Suddenly over 20 coyotes more appeared and leveled their guns at Bill and his gang.
Roscoe grinned. "Newcomers. With money, you can buy everything."

Meanwhile, Rango was still sitting in the hut and was looking for a solution of his awkward situation. He moved his hands to untie the bonds, but to no effect. If he could cut through the shackles…
He stopped when he saw the oven. The edges of the old oven door seemed to be very sharp.
His feet weren't tied for lucky. With the chair on his back, he went to the old oven. He held his tied hand on the sharp edge and scrubbed the rope on it. It wasn't long before he felt how the rope became looser and…
He sighed in relief. He was free!
He stood up and looked around. He didn't dare to go through the door. He went to a window and opened it. No one was visible outside. He climbed out and ran. The sun, which touched his skin, let him feel better.
Suddenly a gunshot. He chucked himself on the ground intuitively.
"That was your last chance to give me back my prey!" someone said. "Now, sorry, but I lose my patience. There is no place for two like us. One of us has to quit the field. Well, the fittest survives, and we all know who the fittest is, right?"
"Get lost!" Bill yelled.
There was silence.
"Alright," the strange voice said. "You leave me no other choice. Hang him up!"
Someone screamed, Rango heard beats from a fight, then silence. Suddenly, there were some shots again.
Rango stood up and looked around uncertainly. What happened? Who was the strange person? Was anybody killed? Why didn't he hear Bill's voice anymore?
Rango was going to leave this place, but what happened?
Just a brief look, he thought.
He tiptoed carefully along the hut. He peeked around the corner. He held his breath.
Bad Bill sat on a roadrunner, his hands tied behind his back and… a noose around his neck.

Uh… shall Rango take his chance and run away, or shall he save Bill before Roscoe kills him?

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6. Let me go!

Rango let fall the can, if he saw Bad Bill at the door. Behind him Stump, Kinski and Chorizo.
"Hey, are you deaf?" Bill snarled. "I asked you something. What are you playing at here? Is town not big enough for you, now you snoop in my private residence?"
"What… uh… no… it's not what it looks like."
"Don't waste your breath!" the Gila monster snarled. "You know, that I have to tramp down you for this."
He drew his revolver and aimed it on Rango. The chameleon raised his hands immediately.
"I- I have no weapons with me," Rango said nervously.
"Don't talk rubbish!" Bill interrupted. "Do you think I'm stupid? I won't fall for your damn tricks again."
He gave his men a sign. Stump, Kinski and Chorizo understood and searched thoroughly Rango clothes.
"Bill. He really doesn't wear a gat on his belt," Chorizo said after a while.
"Are you kidding me?" Bill asked in disbelief.
"As I said before, I'm totally weaponless," Rango said. "You have no reason to level a gun on me. For this, I will leave you again."
"No, no, wait! Not so fast!" Bill said darkly before Rango could reach the door. "Do you really think I let you go for no reason? There are many reasons to shoot a bullet in your damn brain!"
For a moment, Rango was unable to speak. Alone compete against four men, he had no chance to win a fight. And much less without weapons.
Bill grinned and came closer with the gun in his hand. Rango backed away from him and pressed himself against the house wall. The Gila monster put his gun on Rango's nose. Then he lowered it and pressed in on Rango's chest.
"Listen. Lizard is not my favorite food, but with salt and pepper, maybe, you will taste not bad."
Rango was wide-eyed. Did Bill really want to eat him?
"Hehe, that's a good one," Rango said and laughed nervously. "You have sense of humor. You are really good."
He touched Bill's gun and pushed it away. "Well, we had laughed a round and we had fun, now I see it's late. I must go now! Bye!"
He scurried away and ran outside.
"Get him!" Bill ordered.
Without hesitation, Kinski, Chorizo and Stump ran outside after the running lizard.
"Don't move!" Kinski cried and fired some bullets.
Rango stopped startled. Suddenly Chorizo and Stump appeared and threw him with their weight down on the floor.
In vain, Rango tried to stand up. But Chorizo and Stump were too heavy for him.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Rango screamed and tried to release himself.
He froze when Kinski pressed a gun on his head.
"No! No!" Rango begged. "Let me go!"
"Shut your trap!" Bill yelled at him.
Chorizo and Stump grabbed chameleon's collar and forced him to stand up.
Rango tried to run away, but the two outlaws held his hands behind his back.
"What do you want?" Rango asked. "I did nothing here. Let me go!"
"Didn't I said, you should shut your trap?" Bill said annoyed and fired a gun shot in the air.
Rango stopped to struggle immediately.
"You will go nowhere!" Bill continued and put his gun away. He was sure, Rango wouldn't dare to fight again. "You entered our territory without permission. Didn't you read the sign?"
"Uh… yes, I did. But I thought…"
"You think too much, bad for you. Intruders get punishment. Especially for someone like you."
"That's tradition in outlaw trade," Kinski said and gave Rango a dig in the rips.
Rango swallowed. "Bill! I'm warning you. You would never…"
Bill put out his knife and touched Rango's throat. The Gila monster grinned darkly. "It is to be feared that you won't leave this area alive."

Few Minutes later, Rango was tied on a wooden beam in front of the old house. Bill and his gang were in the hut and discussed what they should do with him.
Rango sighed. Was everything against him? For a moment, he was been free. Now he was captured again.
The door opened and Bill and his gang came out. Rango's heart beat like crazy and feared the worst.
Bill stopped in front of him and crossed his arms. His men position themselves next to him.
"So, we advised to teach you a lesson at first," Bill said. "We still don't know whether we kill you or not. Not yet at the moment. I'm still very angry about you, but a short death is a too mild punishment for you in my opinion."
Rango tried to hide his fear.
"And what are you going to do now?" he asked with firmly voice.
Bill grinned. He nodded to Kinski and Chorizo. They loosed Rango's bonds from the wooden beam but his hands remained together on his back, because they had tied him with two ropes.
They guided him to Bill and stopped in front of him.
Rango looked at the Gila monster uncertainly. Bill wasn't very clever but although very ruthless.
"I don't know with what I should begin," Bill said sarcastically. "Your appearance in my town was a curse for me. Better you had left the town forever as you got the chance, damn lizard."
"I did just duty," Rango explained. "I did nothing wrong."
"Are you sure?" Bill retorted. "What about our last time? Do you remember in Dry Creek?"
Rango swallowed. "Uh… Sure, I admit… It was an accident. Sorry for your foot. I'm very sorry for that."
"Oh, really?" Bill said sarcastically. "Well, I'm very sorry for this, too."
The resounding slap let the chameleon see stars for a moment and felt to the ground hardly. Moaning, Rango lay on the side. His cheek hurt terribly. Bill had a hard slap. Kinski and Stump lifted him up again on his feet. But that wasn't enough for Bill. He hauled off his open hand and struck him in his face again. Rango screamed and felt to the ground again. Bill's claws had cut some scars in his face. The scratches bled a little, but not bad. Rango sat up and shook his head.
"This was the beginning of your punishment," Bill said mockingly. It was a pleasure for him to see the chameleon so weak and helpless. "The second follows quick."

Rango felt rather unsettled. Bill had tugged him inside the hut and tied him on a chair. Kinski, Stump and Chorizo stood outside, because Bill wanted to be alone with Rango, to enjoy his revenge.
Rango looked at the Gila monster and was ready for everything. Bill wouldn't be gently with him to vent his anger.
Bill lighted up a cigar and leaned relaxed against the wall. He gave Rango a gleeful glance. He felt like totally winner in this "game".
After a while, he came closer. "Well, let's continue where we left off a long time ago."
He dragged on his cigar and blew the smoke in Rango's face. Rango had no time to breathe for fresh air. The smoke stung his lung and his eyes.
Bill grinned, took a new drag, and blew the smoke in Rango's face again. Rango coughed worse than before.
"No objections, Sheriff?" Bill asked and grinned evilly.
Rango said no word. Stiffly he sat on the chair with tied hands and stared him in the eyes. Bill wanted to enrage him, but he didn't wanna do him that favor.
But Bill was relaxed. He took a last drag of his cigar and threw it away in a corner. He took out his knife, touched with the sharp blade over Rango's cheek, and stopped with the knifepoint under chameleon's chin.
Rango swallowed a little. What did Bill plan in his mind?
Suddenly, someone opened the door.
"Bill! Bill!" Kinski called. "Roscoe makes some troubles!"
Bill snorted with disgust and left Rango alone.
"This idiot! I told him, he should disappear."
"Yes, you did. But this time it's a little complicate."
"Don't run away!" Bill said to Rango, who was still tied on the chair. "I will come back very soon."
The door slammed and Rango remained alone with his misery.

Bill narrowed his eyes when he saw Roscoe on his roadrunner with four of his men behind him. Roscoe was a coyote of middle age. Outward, he was the complete opposite of Bad Bill. He was slim, wore black shirt and black pants. Including an expensive black hat. His gun and gun belt were new and seemed to be in good quality. His gang didn't existed very long yet, but he was a good organizer and ruled a huge area in neighboring city. Bill and his gang were unpleasant because of this rivalry and maybe Bill hated him more than Rango, sometimes.
Before Roscoe began to speak, he took a drag of his cigarette, which he held in his right hand.
"Well, if I'm not mistaken, you has something that belongs to me," Roscoe began with relaxed voice.
"What do you mean?" Bill asked threateningly.
"You know exactly what I mean," Roscoe replied. "The stagecoach, which you robbed in the morning, belonged to us, not to you."
"Second, second. Stop your rubbish talk," Bill interrupted. "The stagecoach rode through our area! That means we had the right to rob it."
"But the stagecoach belonged to my town! He left my town and for this reason, it's mine.
"Get lost!" Bill said. "It crossed our territory! It's your fault if you miss your stagecoach, which is now mine!"
Roscoe raised an eyebrow. "For the last time, give me the money from the stagecoach and I will leave. Hurry up! We want to rob the water train this afternoon."
Bill gasped for air with disgust.
"That's our job! We want to rob the water train today."
"Oh, really? Bad for you. The train belongs to us."
"Because it will leave your town?" Kinski asked.
Roscoe grinned. "That's right. Your men are cleverer than you, aren't they, William?"
Stump, Kinski and Chorizo swallowed hardly. If Roscoe called Bill with his full name, it was a question of time that something cruel happen very soon.
Bill narrowed his eyes and growled darkly. "You bugging me, you damn son of a…"
Suddenly over 20 coyotes more appeared and leveled their guns at Bill and his gang.
Roscoe grinned. "Newcomers. With money, you can buy everything."

Meanwhile, Rango was still sitting in the hut and was looking for a solution of his awkward situation. He moved his hands to untie the bonds, but to no effect. If he could cut through the shackles…
He stopped when he saw the oven. The edges of the old oven door seemed to be very sharp.
His feet weren't tied for lucky. With the chair on his back, he went to the old oven. He held his tied hand on the sharp edge and scrubbed the rope on it. It wasn't long before he felt how the rope became looser and…
He sighed in relief. He was free!
He stood up and looked around. He didn't dare to go through the door. He went to a window and opened it. No one was visible outside. He climbed out and ran. The sun, which touched his skin, let him feel better.
Suddenly a gunshot. He chucked himself on the ground intuitively.
"That was your last chance to give me back my prey!" someone said. "Now, sorry, but I lose my patience. There is no place for two like us. One of us has to quit the field. Well, the fittest survives, and we all know who the fittest is, right?"
"Get lost!" Bill yelled.
There was silence.
"Alright," the strange voice said. "You leave me no other choice. Hang him up!"
Someone screamed, Rango heard beats from a fight, then silence. Suddenly, there were some shots again.
Rango stood up and looked around uncertainly. What happened? Who was the strange person? Was anybody killed? Why didn't he hear Bill's voice anymore?
Rango was going to leave this place, but what happened?
Just a brief look, he thought.
He tiptoed carefully along the hut. He peeked around the corner. He held his breath.
Bad Bill sat on a roadrunner, his hands tied behind his back and… a noose around his neck.

Uh… shall Rango take his chance and run away, or shall he save Bill before Roscoe kills him?