The Good Man
They had made her relinquish her guns in some dusty town in some other world. She put up a fight, but the Tet told her to just give them over and retrieve them in the morning. She had no badge to prove she could carry them, and that was how it all started.
Rebecca was feeling fine after a good bar fight in which she won. She stepped out onto the street of the dusty, new gold-mining town and found herself face to face with sixteen illegal guns in the hands of eight taheens. Five of them were birds, three were rodents; it was the yellow one she should have concerned herself with.
A fight broke out between the taheens and the Tet, and Rebecca was grabbed. Lane had gotten a gun from a now-dead rodent and turned to see the yellow bird snatch her towards a doorway. His shot rang true and the bird died on the way through, the door slamming shut behind them both. Rebecca grabbed the yellow taheen's gun and rolled to the side, barrel aimed at his head for a full two minutes before she decided it was safe to get up, kick him in the side, and put a bullet through his head for good measure.
And so, Rebecca found herself back in her own world - she could tell just by the feel of it - standing over a taheen in the middle of a dry field with a lone door behind her.
Holstering her new gun, which fit oddly in the holsters made specifically for the big guns with the sandalwood grips, she turned to study the door. It was a large, old, hardwood door with a rusty brass knob and a carving of her big guns on the top. She looked around the side and it disappeared just like all the others they had come across. As she checked the knob to see if she could unlock it the door dissolved before her, leaving the doorknob in her hand as it went. No matter, she had never learned how to use those damn doors anyways.
Frowning, she tossed the knob on the taheen's chest and took a long look around. Nothing. Flat plains rolling out behind her and a forest in the distance to her left. She could make it before dark if she wanted, but there was something much more interesting to her right. Wishing for Lane's eyesight, Rebecca squinted in the bright sun; it had been the middle of the night in the other world and the sudden change had left her eyes and head aching. But despite the pain and poor eyesight she believed she could see something in the distance - mountains, or maybe a city.
One last look behind her to confirm that the door was no longer there and she turned toward the right and started marching herself across the dry, almost-hot field.
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That had definitely been the morning sun that greeted her entrance back into her own world; Rebecca decided on it hours ago when the noon sun baked her shadow into the solid ground. She was heading west then. West, that direction she had always feared. She laughed to herself in the thirsty sun that she was now living her fear - stripped of her guns and headed west, although she knew quite well that her heart and soul had been banished to the west long ago. Well then, to the west she would follow them, and find who and what she would be there.