Prologue
Bandito Mcgee stared wistfully out of his hotel window. A man in a light brown trench coat entered his face obscured by his bright red bandana.
"Mr. Mcgee," The mysterious man said rather forcefully, ending the solemn silence between the two men.
"it's about time you payed up." The enigmatic man held a short rifle, a mares leg one of the fastest weapons in the west. Bandito Mcgee sighed and slowly got out of his chair. He pulled a mahogany chest out from under the bed, slowly turning the rusted key in its lock. He opened it and pulled out a bottle. It glowed oddly in the dim lighting of the dingy hotel. The strange man slowly smiled behind his bandana, a wild look appearing in his eyes.
"Pass the whiskey." Came a gruff stammer from the bandana toting man. He grabbed the bottle, hands shaky and nervous, carelessly tossing his gun to one side. He twisted the cap open slowly. Bandito Mcgee sighed once more as he pulled out his trusty hatchet.
"Now desperado," Mcgee murmured in a threatening tone.
"Every gift comes with a price." There was a flash of silvery light as Bandito Mcgee brought his Hatchet down right in between the unsuspecting Desperado's eyes. Blood spurted wildly from his cranium. He managed to choke out one last sentence.
"C-cover my ass." and with a sickening thump he fell to the floor. The whiskey rolled to one side, iridescent as ever. Bandito Mcgee gingerly picked up the fragile bottle and placed it back into the velvet case. He closed the chest, turning the key in the lock once more, wiping sweat and blood from his forehead. He stood and opened the closet door. Bodies were piled up: Rangers, Desperados, Vigilantes were all crammed into the storage space. He looked to the chest again. So many people have come for this precious artifact, He thought. So many people have paid the price. Bandito Mcgee grunted as he labouriously pulled the body into the packed closet. He closed the door and once again stared longingly out the window.
"Soon it'll all be over." He whispered. "Soon."
