All of these are going to be pretty short and written in like, 5 to 10 minutes with minimal editing because I just want terrible shit to happen to Red ASAP.
And also this is pretty much crack fic, so don't expect too much
One
Red Manuel cackled as Skout finished her speech about the Nomad.
"Oh, Skout! This is such a weight off Red Manuel's shoulders! Here Red Manuel was, thinking he would have to make up some story about how you betrayed the Don, and here you are doing just that!"
Skout was horrified. But then again, did she really expect something like simple words to change his mind?
"Now, say goodbye, spittoon gir— Wait. What is that rumbling?" Red said, lowering his gun.
Skout and the Nomad glanced at each other and shrugged.
"Earthquake?" Skout suggested. The three of them turned to look at the entrance that had led them deeper into the mines as the rumbling grew stronger. . .and a silhouette appeared. "Is that—"
The rumbling grew almost deafening as the mill's rolling echoed around the cavern. It rolled closer and closer, not giving any indication of stopping. Red Manuel stepped to the left and out of the way, intending to save himself and let the mill run over Skout and the Nomad, who were still on the edge of the rail over the mineshaft.
He turned to wave goodbye to them, so sure that the mill was going to continue in a straight line that he didn't bother to watch it—so you can imagine his surprise when it veered sharply to the left and ran right over him.
Skout and the Nomad watched as the mill did a u-turn and rolled right back out of the mine, not even sparing them a glance. Meanwhile, Red lay on the ground, twitching in pain.
"If Red Manuel... were in charge... there would be... no mills!"