A/N: Okay okay, I know what you're thinking. Really, Mick? A Western AU? and to you I say yes. Yes of course.
I clearly do not own GONE because Dekka and I aren't married. That's Michael Grant's thing. Criticism is always welcome.
-MickTheTrick
The sun was beating down on Edilio's back as he rode into town. He'd been out riding since dawn and he was dying for something to drink. He pulled up into a bar just a little past the town gates.
The inside of the bar was nothing to write home about. Hell, it was shabby at best, but he was in no place to be picky, so it'd have to do.
The bartender was a young man, about the same age as Edilio, but not quite as tall and not nearly as strong. His curly blonde hair was slicked back on his head, except for a loose tuft that hung on his forehead, and his face was freckled from the sun.
"What'll it be, sir?" The man's voice came out smooth and light, tinted with an ever so slight Southern Drawl.
"Scotch. On the rocks." He pulled out his gun to clean. The bartender's eyes widened and he took a step back.
"Calm down there, compadre. I don't bite." He raised his hands as a sort of peace offering."
"So," the man said. "What's your name, cowboy?"
"Escobar."
"You got a first name?"
"Edilio. You?"
"Well, 'round here they call me The Artful Roger, but just Roger'll do fine."
"Pleasure to make your accquaintance, Just Roger. Now, how about that drink?"
SO YEAH that was chapter one. I definitely intend on continuing this. Blame Michael Grant for giving Edilio that cowboy hat.