Well I thought a chapter to leave you guys with wouldn't hurt.
Without The Tassles
Wyoming, Wild West Place
Speed: I can't believe we're doing this.
Calleigh: *smiles* You don't like being a cowboy?
Speed: I don't have a problem with being a cowboy. It's the tight shirt and jeans I don't like.
Calleigh: So your chest is more defined. It's attractive.
Speed: Sorry, I'm already taken.
Calleigh: *laughs* Alright let's ask around this saloon.
Speed: Saloon? No. We're not going into a 'saloon'.
Calleigh: Would you like me to call it a bar?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: Okay you need a cowboy nickname.
Speed: *frowns*
Calleigh: What? You have to live the part.
Speed: How about...Speed.
Calleigh: Ah come on, that's not fun.
Speed: Does this look like the face of someone who has fun?
Calleigh: Depends on the occasion.
Speed: *opens doors* After you.
Calleigh: Why thank you. *walks into saloon*
Saloon
Calleigh: Ooh let's go ask the barkeep.
Speed: Barkeep?
Calleigh: Get in the mood.
Speed: *angry sigh*
Bar
Calleigh: *sits down*
Speed: *sits*
Bartender: What can I do ya for?
Calleigh: *smiles* Two beers.
Bartender: No problem.
Calleigh: I've got some questions for you.
Bartender: Oh yeah?
Calleigh: Mhm. Have you seen a gal around by the name of Tracy?
Bartender: Yeah she came in a few hours ago, had a drink and then left with a friend.
Speed: This friend have a name?
Bartender: What are you, a cop?
Speed: I'm the Sherrif this year.
Bartender: So if you're the Sherrif, where's your badge?
Speed: I left it on my saddle.
Bartender: I didn't hear any horses outside.
Speed: The saddle's in my truck.
Bartender: *lifts brow*
Calleigh: Speed here's more of a modern cowboy.
Bartender: Well I won't argue with that. *places beer on counter*
Calleigh: So this friend, do you know who it was?
Bartender: I didn't get his name. I hear he goes by the title of 'Sasparilla'.
Speed: That would be a name.
Bartender: Yeah well I thought it was kind of girly.
Calleigh: Why do you say that?
Bartender: Sasparilla? This ain't no Brokeback bar.
Speed: Yeah we get it. You know what this guy looked like?
Bartender: Tall, thin, he was wearing a cowboy hat...
Calleigh: Well...That doesn't really narrow it down.
Speed: No, it doesn't.
Bartender: What do you want me to say? I wasn't expecting to be interrogated.
Calleigh: We're not here to interrogate anyone.
Bartender: Well if you want information, *points* That's your man. Hookface knows everything around here.
Calleigh: ...Hookface?
Bartender: It's an aquired name. He took a sling to the face just five years ago, the scar never healed.
Speed: You guys take this event a little too seriously.
Bartender: You don't?
Speed: Uh...
Calleigh: *kicks Tim*
Speed: SURE! Sure, y'all...Y'all...Spittin' shootin' ass-kickin' fun.
Bartender: That's more like it. *walks away*
Calleigh: *shakes head*
Speed: What?
Calleigh: That was terrible.
Speed: Well what did you want me to do?
Calleigh: I wanted you to be a little less lame.
Speed: I was being less lame.
Calleigh: Let's go talk to...Hookface.
Speed: Sounds delightful.
Calleigh: *lifts brow*
Speed: Sounds kick ass.
Calleigh: Better.
Corner of saloon
Calleigh: *smiles* Hey could we have a moment of your time sir?
Hookface: I could never turn down a beautiful lady.
Calleigh: Oh you.
Speed: *rolls eyes*
Hookface: What can I do ya for?
Calleigh: I was wonderin' if you know a girl named Tracy.
Hookface: Sure, I know her. Not personally but she's made quite the reputation around here.
Speed: Reputation for what?
Hookface: Wild rumors is all.
Calleigh: We'd like to hear 'em.
Hookface: Word around the place is, she killed a man on the highway and then outran the law all the way up here. Now she's plannin' her next kill. See she knows about the lawmen comin' to get her.
Speed: You know who she's going to kill?
Hookface: Sure.
Speed: You mind telling us?
Hookface: Yeah, I would. But, I wouldn't mind tellin' her. For a payment. *winks*
Calleigh: *nervous smile*
Speed: *frowns* We're together.
Hookface: *starts to laugh*
Speed: What.
Hookface: No offense man but she's a little out of your league.
Calleigh: What? No he's not.
Hookface: ...He don't wear that hat very well.
Speed: *takes off hat* See Cal? I knew this would happen.
Calleigh: Oh come on, you're not that bad.
Hookface: That scruff probably ain't real either.
Speed: *narrows eyes*
Calleigh: Oh Tim.
Speed: You and me, outside now.
Hookface: You gonna kill me?
Speed: No, I'm just going to shoot you.
Hookface: YEEHA! You're on boy! *stands*
Calleigh: No, y'all don't need to fight over me.
Speed: He said I was out of your league.
Hookface: She is.
Speed: She is not.
Calleigh: Boys, you don't need to duel it out.
Hookface: Hells yeah we do.
Speed: This is between us.
Calleigh: *whispers* Okay Tim, you took the cowboy thing a little far.
Speed: He insulted my stubble.
Calleigh: So? I know it's real.
Speed: Yeah but...Calleigh he made fun of it.
Calleigh: Stop being such a baby.
Speed: I'm not.
Hookface: Yeah it's between us men sweetheart. I wouldn't want you to worry your pretty nails over our big man guns.
Calleigh: *frowns* Kick his ass.
Speed: I plan to.
Outside, behind saloon
Hookface: Alright! I'm gonna count to three and then we duel it.
Speed: Why do you get two guns?
Hookface: I bought two guns.
Speed: I only have one, so you have to get rid of one.
Hookface: Why don't you just get two?
Speed: Does it look like I'm made of money?
Hookface: On three.
Speed: No. Let me count.
Hookface: Why?
Speed: Because it doesn't look like you made it past pre-school.
Hookface: I can count to three.
Speed: Yeah but can you do it in the right order?
Hookface: Quit stalling.
Speed: I'm not stalling, I'm thinking.
Hookface: About what?
Speed: Whether or not I cleaned my gun.
Hookface: What kind of a cowboy doesn't clean his gun?
Speed: The kind that works from 9-5 and barely has enough time to take out the garbage in the morning.
Hookface: Alright why don't we just count to
four if you're not sure.
Speed: Four?
Hookface: Four.
Speed: Or twenty.
Hookface: Twenty? Boy no duel has ever lasted twenty seconds.
Speed: This one has. Look at your watch.
Hookface: *looks down at watch*
Speed: *grabs gun, pulls trigger*
Hookface: AH! YOU SHOT ME!
Speed: That's the idea.
Hookface: *holding his hand* YOU SHOT ME!
Speed: You going to go home and cry to your mommy?
Hookface: *starts to cry, runs off*
Speed: Jackass.
Calleigh: *runs over* My hero.
Speed: *tilts head*
Calleigh: So we going to track down Tracy?
Speed: Yeah.
Tracy: I don't think so punks.
Speed/Calleigh: *turn around*
Tracy: *has Katie at knifepoint* I believe she's your little play thing?
Speed: Katie?
Katie: No, it's an illusion. You're in a desert. QUICK! The buzzards are chewing on your ear! *frowns*
Speed: Sorry.
Bartender: *grabs Calleigh*
Calleigh: HEY!
Bartender runs off to the train tracks with Calleigh, rope in hand
Speed: What are you doing?
Tracy: You've made the last three months a living hell so now I'm going to do the same to you.
Speed: What are you talking about?
Tracy: You should have never come after me. *pushes knife to Katie's throat*
Katie: *screams*
Speed: *walks closer*
Tracy: STAY BACK.
Speed: *stops*
Tracy: Now you have to choose. Your other lady friend is being tied to the tracks, and if I'm not mistaken there should be a train arriving here in oh...Five minutes.
Speed: Let them go.
Tracy: Sorry you have to choose. You go for the blonde cowgirl and sianora to your little wife. You come after her, and goodbye blonde cowgirl.
Speed: *glares*
Katie: *rolls eyes* Great, he'll choose Calleigh like he always does and I'll die.
Speed: What? I'm not going to choose Calleigh over you.
Katie: Aw you'd let her die for me?
Speed: No.
Katie: Damnit Tim pick one.
Speed: I can't let any of you die.
Katie: You don't have much of a choice. I say since I already died once, it's Calleigh's turn.
Speed: You didn't actually die.
Katie: Yeah but it was still fun and it's still Calleigh's turn to bite the proverbial dust.
Tracy: Tick tock.
Speed: Don't you tick tock at me miss 'I'm the best killer in the world' because I've seen better.
Tracy: Yeah? How about this for worse? *stabs Katie in the side*
Katie: *screams*
Speed: What are you doing!
Tracy: Come closer and I drag the blade all the way up.
Train is heard
Speed: *looks down at tracks*
Katie: *crying*
Speed: *looks at Katie*
Tracy: Time to pick.
Speed: Let her go, you've already hurt her.
Tracy: That's not good enough.
Speed: And if I just stand here?
Tracy: Your blonde friend dies.
Speed: And what about Katie?
Tracy: I might led her bleed to death slowly. Which ever you prefer.
Speed: You let her bleed.
Tracy: Why?
Speed: Because I want at least one minute to try and get Calleigh out.
Tracy: And if you can't?
Speed: Katie, I'll be right back.
Katie: *nods*
Train tracks
Speed: *kneels* You alright?
Calleigh: I'm tied to train tracks.
Speed: Yeah I see that. *untying rope*
Calleigh: I see the train.
Speed: Don't look at it.
Calleigh: Am I going to die?
Speed: No.
Calleigh: How do you know?
Speed: *untying rope*
Calleigh: *squeals* I can hear the train! It's getting closer!
Speed: Of course it is. It wouldn't be dramatic if it stalled in the middle of the tracks.
Calleigh: Not helping.
Speed: Sorry.
Calleigh: GET THERE FASTER!
Speed: I've got them loose, untie them yourself.
Calleigh: What?
Speed: I'm sorry. *runs*
Calleigh: *unties rope, rolls off tracks*
Train rolls by
Calleigh: I am SO a cowgirl. HIYA! I mean..YEEHA!
Near saloon
Speed: *runs over* Where'd she go?
Katie: *laying on ground* She ran off.
Speed: Where?
Katie: I don't know.
Speed: You alright?
Katie: It's just a flesh wound.
Speed: *grabs Katie's hand*
Katie: *stands* Is Calleigh alright?
Speed: She's on that hill over there doing cartwheels.
Katie: She seems chipper.
Speed: Yeah well that's her. Come on, let's get you back to the Hummerhome.
Katie: We're not going to catch her?
Speed: Uh not like this.
Katie: I'm fine.
Speed: She stabbed you.
Katie: It'll heal.
Speed: Move.
Katie: *sigh* Fine.
TBC...........
