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Hi, it's my first try to draw Bad Bill without big help with my computer, and, well, I think it's not so bad, isn't it? ^^ '

The picture shows a scene from my Rango fanfiction "The promise" where the rival Roscoe (a coyote) threats Bill, because he wants to know something from him.

Picture is also a little tribute for our Bad Bill dA group , which became 2 years.

…

"Why do you keep silent?" Roscoe asked and cracked his fingers, while Bill still leant shackled against the wooden beam. "I will make you talk later or earlier. Do you really want to be a cripple after that? You know that I will do. If you speak now, you spare a lot of pain for nothing."
Bill snorted with disgust. He didn't know Roscoe very well, but he heard some things which weren't very positive. On contrary. There were sometimes very horrible things.
Bill swallowed. He wasn't very brave. A short death was more easier for him than a painful one. Roscoe would never let him die until he had heard what he want to hear.
When Roscoe still didn't hear an answer, he shrugged his shoulders. "That's up to you. Kyle?!"
Shortly afterwards, an old but small coyote with rough fur appeared.
"I think you can make your work."
"Oh… he really want it?" The old coyote asked with surprise.
"He didn't say no. Do what you can very well."
The old coyote rubbed his hands. "Well, well, well, well, well… if you really want… Second, I will bring my materials."
He ran away and came back with a leather suitcase.
He went behind Bill, and touched his hands.
"Take your hands from me!" Bill shouted.
"Good material," the old coyote said without listening to Bill's words. "Could be very useful for a purse."
Roscoe snorted. "Don't analyze. Just do it."
"Yes, Sir," Kyle said and put on rubber gloves.
Then he opened his suitcase and put out a scalpel.
"Last chance," Roscoe said. "Speak or scream."
Bill pressed his lips together. He wasn't ready to speak, but otherwise…
He don't wanna lose.
Roscoe moved his foot impatiently. He gave Kyle a sign. The old coyote nodded.
He petted with the scalpel over Bill's arm and scanned the skin.
"Hmm. I think here I could…"
"Do it!" Roscoe shouted. He was bursting to see Bill suffer.
"Alright, alright," Kyle said and pressed the sharp instrument on Bill's arm.
Bill stifled a cry. He didn't know exactly what that ill coyote did at the moment, but maybe he was going to bark off his skin.
Roscoe still looked in his face. He was waiting for an answer.
Bill breathed loudly, while the other coyote continued his "work".
Roscoe raised an eyebrow, when the hands of the coyote became filled with blood while he took off a part of Bill's skin of his arm.
Bill clinched his eyes.
Roscoe smoked relaxed a cigarette. "Imagine you could feel it on your whole body."
Bill trembled like crazy. The pain was too…
"AHHHH! Alright! I talk!"
Roscoe raised his hands. "There we go. Why did you take so long?"
He snipped his fingers. "Little break for you."
The old coyote lowered his hands with disappointment. "What? I'm not ready yet."
"Shut up. Talk!"
Bill's lips still trembled but he managed to say something despite the pain in his arm.
"It's under the town. The letters and numbers on the paper guide the way through the tunnels where it was hiding."
Roscoe grinned. "Too easy. Are you sure, you didn't miss anything?"
"That all what I know!" Bill screamed.
Roscoe threw away his cigarette.
"Alright. Kyle. Let him down."
The old coyote was still disappointed, but he did it.
He cut through Bill's bonds. Bill sank to the ground and held his bleeding arm.
"Bobby!" Roscoe said.
Suddenly Bobby appeared.
"Bring him to the others but… don't kill him yet! Get it?"
Bobby growled but he nodded.
He grabbed Bill and carried him away.
"And what about me?" Kyle asked.
"Take a coffee," Roscoe said. "Maybe you can continue later."

…

(The promise – Chapter 15)

Bad Bill, Rango (c) Paramount, Nickelodeon, Verbinski

Description

Hi, it's my first try to draw Bad Bill without big help with my computer, and, well, I think it's not so bad, isn't it? ^^ '

The picture shows a scene from my Rango fanfiction "The promise" where the rival Roscoe (a coyote) threats Bill, because he wants to know something from him.

Picture is also a little tribute for our Bad Bill dA group , which became 2 years.

…

"Why do you keep silent?" Roscoe asked and cracked his fingers, while Bill still leant shackled against the wooden beam. "I will make you talk later or earlier. Do you really want to be a cripple after that? You know that I will do. If you speak now, you spare a lot of pain for nothing."
Bill snorted with disgust. He didn't know Roscoe very well, but he heard some things which weren't very positive. On contrary. There were sometimes very horrible things.
Bill swallowed. He wasn't very brave. A short death was more easier for him than a painful one. Roscoe would never let him die until he had heard what he want to hear.
When Roscoe still didn't hear an answer, he shrugged his shoulders. "That's up to you. Kyle?!"
Shortly afterwards, an old but small coyote with rough fur appeared.
"I think you can make your work."
"Oh… he really want it?" The old coyote asked with surprise.
"He didn't say no. Do what you can very well."
The old coyote rubbed his hands. "Well, well, well, well, well… if you really want… Second, I will bring my materials."
He ran away and came back with a leather suitcase.
He went behind Bill, and touched his hands.
"Take your hands from me!" Bill shouted.
"Good material," the old coyote said without listening to Bill's words. "Could be very useful for a purse."
Roscoe snorted. "Don't analyze. Just do it."
"Yes, Sir," Kyle said and put on rubber gloves.
Then he opened his suitcase and put out a scalpel.
"Last chance," Roscoe said. "Speak or scream."
Bill pressed his lips together. He wasn't ready to speak, but otherwise…
He don't wanna lose.
Roscoe moved his foot impatiently. He gave Kyle a sign. The old coyote nodded.
He petted with the scalpel over Bill's arm and scanned the skin.
"Hmm. I think here I could…"
"Do it!" Roscoe shouted. He was bursting to see Bill suffer.
"Alright, alright," Kyle said and pressed the sharp instrument on Bill's arm.
Bill stifled a cry. He didn't know exactly what that ill coyote did at the moment, but maybe he was going to bark off his skin.
Roscoe still looked in his face. He was waiting for an answer.
Bill breathed loudly, while the other coyote continued his "work".
Roscoe raised an eyebrow, when the hands of the coyote became filled with blood while he took off a part of Bill's skin of his arm.
Bill clinched his eyes.
Roscoe smoked relaxed a cigarette. "Imagine you could feel it on your whole body."
Bill trembled like crazy. The pain was too…
"AHHHH! Alright! I talk!"
Roscoe raised his hands. "There we go. Why did you take so long?"
He snipped his fingers. "Little break for you."
The old coyote lowered his hands with disappointment. "What? I'm not ready yet."
"Shut up. Talk!"
Bill's lips still trembled but he managed to say something despite the pain in his arm.
"It's under the town. The letters and numbers on the paper guide the way through the tunnels where it was hiding."
Roscoe grinned. "Too easy. Are you sure, you didn't miss anything?"
"That all what I know!" Bill screamed.
Roscoe threw away his cigarette.
"Alright. Kyle. Let him down."
The old coyote was still disappointed, but he did it.
He cut through Bill's bonds. Bill sank to the ground and held his bleeding arm.
"Bobby!" Roscoe said.
Suddenly Bobby appeared.
"Bring him to the others but… don't kill him yet! Get it?"
Bobby growled but he nodded.
He grabbed Bill and carried him away.
"And what about me?" Kyle asked.
"Take a coffee," Roscoe said. "Maybe you can continue later."

…

(The promise – Chapter 15)

Bad Bill, Rango (c) Paramount, Nickelodeon, Verbinski