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9. Beg!

Rango woke up with headache. His head felt very heavy. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He blinked confused. Something was wrong. Was he crazy or was up now down and down was up? Everything was upside down. After a few seconds, his sense of balance found a way to his head again and he recognized he hung down with his head. His feet has been tied on a rope and he hung in the air headfirst. He tried to move, but his body was tied again.
"Hey guys, he is waking up," someone said and Kinski appeared in his visual field. "Morning, sweetheart. Welcome in hell."
"Good joke, dude!" Chorizo said and both gave each other a high five.
Rango narrowed his eyes. He hung in the middle of the hut. His feet were tied on the ceiling of the room. Around him Stump, Kinski and Chorizo.
Bill stood in a corner and smoked a cigar, while his men went around Rango impatiently. Stump gave Rango a little push and Rango swung back and forth.
"Hmmmhph," Rango said. A cellotape was on his mouth so that he couldn't speak.
"Bill? What are we going to do now?" Stump asked curiously.
"Yeah, what Bill?" Chorizo asked. "Should we cut him, hang him, shoot him, scratching, and bite him or what?"
Bill took out his cigar. "Nobody touches him until I'm ready with him."
"Alright," Kinski said. "But leave a piece of him over for us."
Bill took a new drag of his cigar and blew the smoke out. "Now go, I have to clear something with him."
"Why should we go out again?" Chorizo said disappointed.
"Because I say so!"
Grumbling, they left and Rango was alone with him again.
Unsure he watched him. Relaxed the big lizard smoked his cigar through. He watched him concentrated, which Rango never seen before. He grinded his cigar butt under his heel, than he looked at the chameleon again.
"You're next."
He came closer to the duct-taped, tied, hanging chameleon.
Rango was frozen and didn't dare to breathe for a moment. What's going on in the brain of that creature? He winced when the Gila monster leaned against him a little and held the rope with one hand, which hung down from the ceiling. Then he left him again, crossed his arms on his back and walked slowly in the room around. Rango watched him. Suddenly Bill stopped in mid-stride. Rango couldn't look in his face. Unsure he looked at the Gila monster, who didn't say a word.
"Hmph," Rango asked with muffled sounds.
The Gila monster turned around and looked at him with thoughtfully look, which Rango never seen before. Bill shook his head and crossed his arms on his chest.
Then he reached in his pocket und fetched his knife.
Rango was wide-eyed and moved his tied hands. Bill didn't looked up, he touched his sharp knife and came closer. Rango closed his eyes frantically.
Make it short! He thought. Please, make it short!
"What did you expect to achieve by that?"
Rango opened his eyes. Bill still stood in front of him and petted his knife thoughtfully.
Rango didn't know what to say. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Hmmphmmp."
Bill looked up and grabbed the gag. Rango screamed when Bill pull off the cellotape from his mouth. Rango gasped for air and shook his head.
"What do you want, Bill?" he asked and reaped a slap in the face.
"I ask the questions!" Bill snapped. "Why did you do that?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Your silly action before, you know. What was your motive for doing it?"
"That I averted that they hanged you up?" He snorted. "I don't know. Maybe because I'm not a bully like you."
Bill grinned. "Thanks for the compliment."
Rango growled quietly. Bill absolutely knew what he really meant.
"You are really a stupid creature," Bill said.
"I think so too," Rango agreed.
Bill crossed his arms on his chest. "And what do you expected from me now?"
"Don't know. What do you suggest?"
"You deserve no reward, but also no hard punishment. Alright. I will not kill you. Not until we are even, after you wasted our dynamite."
Rango looked at him with surprise. "Does that mean you let me go?"
Bill grinned mockingly. "Is your girlfriend crying for you?"
Rango narrowed his eyes warningly. "At least, I have a girlfriend, or are you jealous that you didn't get her?"
Bill gave him an ear slap. "Don't get fresh with me! Don't think that I'm tired to shoot you down. But dead you have no use for me."
Rango sighed. He knew there was a condition. "Sure but what are you up to do with me?"
Bill growled. "Shut up! What's up in town? And what did you mean with this snake?"
Rango looked away. "Long story. I don't wanna talk about that."
"There are two hours and minutes until the train passed the valley floor. I have time."
Rango sighed and told everything again, how a robber attacked him, how Jake brought him back in town and that Jake had the control again about the town. After he finished, first Bill was silent. Then he laughed.
"You are really deep in mud," Bill said and gave him a nudge.
Rango narrowed his eyes. "What had you done in my state?"
Bill snorted. "I would never come in such a crackbrained situation. I'm stronger than the others and not so stupid like you."
He turned around.
"Do you understand now?" Rango asked. "I really have to go. It would be of a great help to me if you release me."
Bill chuckled. Suddenly he was serious. "Ha, do you really think, I would let you go, after you had wasted our dynamite? Absolutely out of the question!"
"But Bill…"
"Shut up!" Bill cut him off. "You will rectify the situation. As I said before, we needed the dynamite for the railway, but unlucky we are without dynamite now."
He grumbled annoyed. "So, you will carry the can for us and will come with us."
Rango opened his mouth. "I shall rob a train? Never!"
Bill grinned. "You don't have to kill anyone. You will come with us as a little joker."
Rango did not understand. "What do you mean?"
"Roscoe is a smart guy and will come on the train, too. So you can do a little favor for us, in compensation for our dynamite."
Rango swallowed. "And what shall I do?"
Bill grinned. "You come with us as a living target. If Roscoe comes on train, you have to present yourself for a diversion, while we rob the money."
"That's not a fair option. By the way, I have to go."
Bill gave him a new slap in face. "Dry up! It's your fault, if you squandered our dynamite."
"I saved y…"
Again a slap in his face and Rango was silent.
"Keep your trap shut and do what I want, otherwise you will be here for the rest of your damn, little, modest life."
Rango sighed. It made no sense to discuss with him.
"Alright. I agree. But after that, you let me go."
Bill shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."
"Bill! Give me a guarantee."
Bill laughed. "There is guarantee for nothing in this world. Also there's no such thing as a free lunch. If you really wanna go, you come with us on the train."
"And you let me go?" Rango asked.
"Yes."
Rango narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust him.
"You swear?"
"I don't swear. You have to beg for it."
Rango sighed loudly. "Okay, please, let me go."
Bill snorted with disgust. "Too weak. I wanna hear you begging in real. Come on, beg for your life."
Rango narrowed his eyes, but Bill just grinned. He wanted it.
The chameleon sighed depressed. "Alright. Please, please. Let me go, please."
Bill shook his head. "None of that counts at all. You shall begging, not pleading."
Rango breathed loudly with anger. "What more do you want?! I said, please."
Bill made a dismissive hand movement. "That's just the magic word from children. I imagine, it must be more… how shall I put it… more convincing."
Rango snorted. "You can stuff it!"
He shirked from his look. Bill narrowed his eyes annoyed. "Beg, beg, beg."
He came closer and slit with his knife Rango's shirt. Than he pressed with the sharp thing over Rango's chest. "Beg!"
With his knife, he curved along Rango's skin. Rango pressed his lips together. Bill had no right to treat him like that.
Bill added his pressure. "Either you beg, or you are dead."
Rango gasped for air. "Alright. Let me alive, please. Please, please, please."
Bill snorted disappointedly. "That's not very painfully. I thought you are a good actor, aren't you?"
Bill grinned. He kneeled in front of Rango's face and held the chameleon on his occiput.
"Come on. Beg."
He petted with his knife over Rango's cheek, very close around his eye.
"Please, stop it, stop it!" Rango said. "You are the winner. Isn't that enough for you?"
"Not for me, little pet. Or should I cut you something off?"
Rango opened his eyes wide when Bill went behind him and grabbed his tied hands.
"NOOO! Drop it! Stop it! Cease that! I beg you! I beg you! Don't… NO!"
Rango panicked if he felt Bill's knife on one of his fingers.
Rango whirled and tried to free himself. "Please, please… Stop it! Stop it! Please!"
Bill pressed his knife.
"BILLL! NOOO! I do what you want! I do what you want! But don't! NOOOOO!"
Bill left him. "Sounds better."
He cut through the rope, which held Rango in the air and fell to the ground.
Rango trembled a little when Bill removed the bonds. Rango controlled his fingers. He sighed in relief. All were complete and pressed his hands on his chest.
"So, after me made things clear, we have to go."
"Bill?" Rango gasped. "But you don't shoot someone, do you?"
"My business. Don't get in my way!"
"But I can't allow that you…"
"SHERIFF! My way or the highway. Or I kill you right here right now! My generosity is limited! Be glad, that I didn't shoot a bullet in your stupid skull before!"
Rango sighed defeated and lowered his glance. "Alright."
Bill grinned triumphantly. "And sorry for this."
Rango looked at him with surprise. "For what?"
Bill hauled off and hit him in the belly. Rango moaned loudly.

Kinski, Stump and Chorizo, who still stood outside in front of the hut, looked at each other, when they heard Rango's scream.
"Bill is cracking down on him," Stump said.
"You can't help feeling sorry for him," Kinski said and grinned.
At this moment, the door opened and Bill threw Rango on the sandy ground.
"Alright," Bill said. "Let's ride. We have to rob a train."
"Uh… Bill?" Stump asked. "Do you think it's a good idea? I mean over 20 coyotes. Isn't that a too high risk?"
Bill snorted and pointed at Rango, who was stood up and pushed away the sand from his clothes.
"He will be a good distraction for Roscoe."
His men looked at the chameleon in disbelief.
"This lawman?" Kinski asked. "I'm not sure…"
"DAMN!" Bill yelled. "Shall we bury our heads in the sand? I will show him, who is the king of the desert. Get it?!"
Rango swallowed hardly. "Nice."

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9. Beg!

Rango woke up with headache. His head felt very heavy. Slowly, he opened his eyes. He blinked confused. Something was wrong. Was he crazy or was up now down and down was up? Everything was upside down. After a few seconds, his sense of balance found a way to his head again and he recognized he hung down with his head. His feet has been tied on a rope and he hung in the air headfirst. He tried to move, but his body was tied again.
"Hey guys, he is waking up," someone said and Kinski appeared in his visual field. "Morning, sweetheart. Welcome in hell."
"Good joke, dude!" Chorizo said and both gave each other a high five.
Rango narrowed his eyes. He hung in the middle of the hut. His feet were tied on the ceiling of the room. Around him Stump, Kinski and Chorizo.
Bill stood in a corner and smoked a cigar, while his men went around Rango impatiently. Stump gave Rango a little push and Rango swung back and forth.
"Hmmmhph," Rango said. A cellotape was on his mouth so that he couldn't speak.
"Bill? What are we going to do now?" Stump asked curiously.
"Yeah, what Bill?" Chorizo asked. "Should we cut him, hang him, shoot him, scratching, and bite him or what?"
Bill took out his cigar. "Nobody touches him until I'm ready with him."
"Alright," Kinski said. "But leave a piece of him over for us."
Bill took a new drag of his cigar and blew the smoke out. "Now go, I have to clear something with him."
"Why should we go out again?" Chorizo said disappointed.
"Because I say so!"
Grumbling, they left and Rango was alone with him again.
Unsure he watched him. Relaxed the big lizard smoked his cigar through. He watched him concentrated, which Rango never seen before. He grinded his cigar butt under his heel, than he looked at the chameleon again.
"You're next."
He came closer to the duct-taped, tied, hanging chameleon.
Rango was frozen and didn't dare to breathe for a moment. What's going on in the brain of that creature? He winced when the Gila monster leaned against him a little and held the rope with one hand, which hung down from the ceiling. Then he left him again, crossed his arms on his back and walked slowly in the room around. Rango watched him. Suddenly Bill stopped in mid-stride. Rango couldn't look in his face. Unsure he looked at the Gila monster, who didn't say a word.
"Hmph," Rango asked with muffled sounds.
The Gila monster turned around and looked at him with thoughtfully look, which Rango never seen before. Bill shook his head and crossed his arms on his chest.
Then he reached in his pocket und fetched his knife.
Rango was wide-eyed and moved his tied hands. Bill didn't looked up, he touched his sharp knife and came closer. Rango closed his eyes frantically.
Make it short! He thought. Please, make it short!
"What did you expect to achieve by that?"
Rango opened his eyes. Bill still stood in front of him and petted his knife thoughtfully.
Rango didn't know what to say. He shrugged his shoulders.
"Hmmphmmp."
Bill looked up and grabbed the gag. Rango screamed when Bill pull off the cellotape from his mouth. Rango gasped for air and shook his head.
"What do you want, Bill?" he asked and reaped a slap in the face.
"I ask the questions!" Bill snapped. "Why did you do that?"
"I don't know what you mean."
"Your silly action before, you know. What was your motive for doing it?"
"That I averted that they hanged you up?" He snorted. "I don't know. Maybe because I'm not a bully like you."
Bill grinned. "Thanks for the compliment."
Rango growled quietly. Bill absolutely knew what he really meant.
"You are really a stupid creature," Bill said.
"I think so too," Rango agreed.
Bill crossed his arms on his chest. "And what do you expected from me now?"
"Don't know. What do you suggest?"
"You deserve no reward, but also no hard punishment. Alright. I will not kill you. Not until we are even, after you wasted our dynamite."
Rango looked at him with surprise. "Does that mean you let me go?"
Bill grinned mockingly. "Is your girlfriend crying for you?"
Rango narrowed his eyes warningly. "At least, I have a girlfriend, or are you jealous that you didn't get her?"
Bill gave him an ear slap. "Don't get fresh with me! Don't think that I'm tired to shoot you down. But dead you have no use for me."
Rango sighed. He knew there was a condition. "Sure but what are you up to do with me?"
Bill growled. "Shut up! What's up in town? And what did you mean with this snake?"
Rango looked away. "Long story. I don't wanna talk about that."
"There are two hours and minutes until the train passed the valley floor. I have time."
Rango sighed and told everything again, how a robber attacked him, how Jake brought him back in town and that Jake had the control again about the town. After he finished, first Bill was silent. Then he laughed.
"You are really deep in mud," Bill said and gave him a nudge.
Rango narrowed his eyes. "What had you done in my state?"
Bill snorted. "I would never come in such a crackbrained situation. I'm stronger than the others and not so stupid like you."
He turned around.
"Do you understand now?" Rango asked. "I really have to go. It would be of a great help to me if you release me."
Bill chuckled. Suddenly he was serious. "Ha, do you really think, I would let you go, after you had wasted our dynamite? Absolutely out of the question!"
"But Bill…"
"Shut up!" Bill cut him off. "You will rectify the situation. As I said before, we needed the dynamite for the railway, but unlucky we are without dynamite now."
He grumbled annoyed. "So, you will carry the can for us and will come with us."
Rango opened his mouth. "I shall rob a train? Never!"
Bill grinned. "You don't have to kill anyone. You will come with us as a little joker."
Rango did not understand. "What do you mean?"
"Roscoe is a smart guy and will come on the train, too. So you can do a little favor for us, in compensation for our dynamite."
Rango swallowed. "And what shall I do?"
Bill grinned. "You come with us as a living target. If Roscoe comes on train, you have to present yourself for a diversion, while we rob the money."
"That's not a fair option. By the way, I have to go."
Bill gave him a new slap in face. "Dry up! It's your fault, if you squandered our dynamite."
"I saved y…"
Again a slap in his face and Rango was silent.
"Keep your trap shut and do what I want, otherwise you will be here for the rest of your damn, little, modest life."
Rango sighed. It made no sense to discuss with him.
"Alright. I agree. But after that, you let me go."
Bill shrugged his shoulders. "Maybe."
"Bill! Give me a guarantee."
Bill laughed. "There is guarantee for nothing in this world. Also there's no such thing as a free lunch. If you really wanna go, you come with us on the train."
"And you let me go?" Rango asked.
"Yes."
Rango narrowed his eyes. He didn't trust him.
"You swear?"
"I don't swear. You have to beg for it."
Rango sighed loudly. "Okay, please, let me go."
Bill snorted with disgust. "Too weak. I wanna hear you begging in real. Come on, beg for your life."
Rango narrowed his eyes, but Bill just grinned. He wanted it.
The chameleon sighed depressed. "Alright. Please, please. Let me go, please."
Bill shook his head. "None of that counts at all. You shall begging, not pleading."
Rango breathed loudly with anger. "What more do you want?! I said, please."
Bill made a dismissive hand movement. "That's just the magic word from children. I imagine, it must be more… how shall I put it… more convincing."
Rango snorted. "You can stuff it!"
He shirked from his look. Bill narrowed his eyes annoyed. "Beg, beg, beg."
He came closer and slit with his knife Rango's shirt. Than he pressed with the sharp thing over Rango's chest. "Beg!"
With his knife, he curved along Rango's skin. Rango pressed his lips together. Bill had no right to treat him like that.
Bill added his pressure. "Either you beg, or you are dead."
Rango gasped for air. "Alright. Let me alive, please. Please, please, please."
Bill snorted disappointedly. "That's not very painfully. I thought you are a good actor, aren't you?"
Bill grinned. He kneeled in front of Rango's face and held the chameleon on his occiput.
"Come on. Beg."
He petted with his knife over Rango's cheek, very close around his eye.
"Please, stop it, stop it!" Rango said. "You are the winner. Isn't that enough for you?"
"Not for me, little pet. Or should I cut you something off?"
Rango opened his eyes wide when Bill went behind him and grabbed his tied hands.
"NOOO! Drop it! Stop it! Cease that! I beg you! I beg you! Don't… NO!"
Rango panicked if he felt Bill's knife on one of his fingers.
Rango whirled and tried to free himself. "Please, please… Stop it! Stop it! Please!"
Bill pressed his knife.
"BILLL! NOOO! I do what you want! I do what you want! But don't! NOOOOO!"
Bill left him. "Sounds better."
He cut through the rope, which held Rango in the air and fell to the ground.
Rango trembled a little when Bill removed the bonds. Rango controlled his fingers. He sighed in relief. All were complete and pressed his hands on his chest.
"So, after me made things clear, we have to go."
"Bill?" Rango gasped. "But you don't shoot someone, do you?"
"My business. Don't get in my way!"
"But I can't allow that you…"
"SHERIFF! My way or the highway. Or I kill you right here right now! My generosity is limited! Be glad, that I didn't shoot a bullet in your stupid skull before!"
Rango sighed defeated and lowered his glance. "Alright."
Bill grinned triumphantly. "And sorry for this."
Rango looked at him with surprise. "For what?"
Bill hauled off and hit him in the belly. Rango moaned loudly.

Kinski, Stump and Chorizo, who still stood outside in front of the hut, looked at each other, when they heard Rango's scream.
"Bill is cracking down on him," Stump said.
"You can't help feeling sorry for him," Kinski said and grinned.
At this moment, the door opened and Bill threw Rango on the sandy ground.
"Alright," Bill said. "Let's ride. We have to rob a train."
"Uh… Bill?" Stump asked. "Do you think it's a good idea? I mean over 20 coyotes. Isn't that a too high risk?"
Bill snorted and pointed at Rango, who was stood up and pushed away the sand from his clothes.
"He will be a good distraction for Roscoe."
His men looked at the chameleon in disbelief.
"This lawman?" Kinski asked. "I'm not sure…"
"DAMN!" Bill yelled. "Shall we bury our heads in the sand? I will show him, who is the king of the desert. Get it?!"
Rango swallowed hardly. "Nice."

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