Hey guys, I hope you like this story, It's a King Schultz/OC story. As I was writing I've been thinking about the usage of the "N" word in the film, and the time that the film is based off of, and I've decided to keep that word in my story. I'm sorry if it offends anyone, but I just don't feel like playing it safe.
Disclaimer: I only own my OC, all of the other characters belong to the genius that is Quentin Tarantino.
"Who's that stumblin' around in the dark? State your business or prepare to get winged!" the voice of a man called out from the cold darkness. A small cart pulled by a single horse was approaching; the sound of the cart's wheels had caught the attention of the two men on horses, known to the Slave trading world as the Speck Brothers.
Ace and Dicky Speck two of the meanest, hard as nails slavers, and they were only the transport. The masters of course were not going to subject themselves to harsh nights such as this night, it could be what had put Dicky and Ace in such a foul mood, and to be snuck up on so easily, by a stupid little cart pulled by one horse, topped off with a giant spring attached to what looked like the biggest model of a tooth either of the Specks had seen, driven by a man and a woman in the middle of nowhere, the Specks just couldn't stand for something like that.
"Calm yourselves Gentlemen," it was the man on the cart who spoke first as he came into the light, letting the Specks to better see the riders. The man was an older man with a rather grown out beard. He wore an exceptional grey suit and had a thick wool grey jacket on and a gray bowler hat. The woman had a squared jaw line with a slightly pointed chin. Her features were soft, and unlike most women of the time she wore her hair loose and around her shoulders in long, wild red curls. Her hands rested on her stomach, which was obviously swollen with child. "We mean you no harm, we are simply weary travelers, such as yourself." the man spoke with an accent and it didn't sound like one either of the Specks had heard before. "Good cold evening gentlemen, I'm looking for a pair of slave traders that go by the name of the Speck brothers, might that be you?"
"Who wants to know?" Ace Speck asked suspiciously. Who the hell were these strangers and what the hell did they want with him and his brother?
"I do, I'm Dr. King Schultz, this is my wife Sara, and our horse, Fritz," Fritz the horse did a small bow of his head, something that took much persuasion and training from both the good doctor and his wife, but now that he did it, it was rather endearing. Or at least it would be if it were not wasted on two such gentlemen as the Speck brothers.
"You a doctor?" Dicky asked, more interested than suspicious than his brother.
"Affirmative." Dr. Schultz said with a smile.
"What kinda doctor?" Dicky pressed, Sara, who for her part had stayed silent for all of this, looked up at the giant tooth wobbling around on the spring before looking back at Dicky.
"Dentist." she said with a thick Irish accent, Dicky's mouth pressed into a thin line, but he didn't say anything. "Are you the Speck brothers, and did you purchase those men at the Greenville Auction House?"
"So what?" Ace demanded as he looked over Sara. She seemed pretty uppity, and if there was something Ace Speck hated it was uppity women. Not that either of the Speck brothers had much luck with women aside from the ones they had bought, or fooled into their beds.
"Please excuse my wife's hastiness, she is as you can tell pregnant, and doing business in the cold is not exactly good for her, or the baby." Dr. Schultz said. "The point is gentlemen; we wish to parley with you."
"Speak English!" Ace demanded harshly.
"Oh I'm sorry, please forgive me, it is a second language. Amongst your inventory I've been led to believe is a specimen I'm keen to acquire," Dr. Schultz suddenly turned his attention to the slaves, addressing them like no other white man had done before, least not either of the white men who had been leading the chain gang through the desert for the past day and a half or so. "Hello you poor Devils, is there one among you who was formerly a resident of the Carrucan Plantation?"
"I'm from the Carrucan Plantation." a voice rung out and Dr. Schultz looked over the five men eagerly.
"Who said that?" he asked. Sara had lit a match and was now lighting a lamp for her husband, he took it from her and stepped down off the carriage, there was a brake he had pulled so even if Fritz had decided to take off, the cart wouldn't move, that way he could just lay the reins on the seat next to Sara, and not have to worry. Dr. Schultz walked down the line of slaves slowly, the Speck brothers watches as Schultz paused at each slave, each one turned their eyes away from the strange white man who addressed slaves and rode around with a giant bouncing tooth on his cart. Dr. Schultz got to the forth man who didn't shy away from the light, and then moved to the fifth man who looked away quickly, whimpering as he did. Dr. Schultz quickly turned back to the forth man, and held the light up. "What is your name?" he asked.
"Django." the slave breathed before meeting Dr. Schultz's look.
"Then you're exactly the one I'm looking for." he said softly. "Do you know who the Brittle brothers are?" he inquired. Django nodded like the doctor knew he would. "Who are they?" he tested.
"Big John. Ellis. Roger. Sometime they call him Lil' Raj." The slave confirmed he knew what he was talking about as the white man nodded softly, pleased he had found who he was looking for. "They was overseers at the Carrucan Plantation." The white man shook his head softly.
"Not anymore." Django's eyes turned to the white man. "Tell me, if you were to see any of these three gentleman again, would you recognize them?"
"Hey!" Ace called before Django had a chance to respond. He and Dicky had been watching this strange Dentist talking with the slave like it was something he did every day, and when they looked at his wife, she didn't look surprised. "Stop talking to him like that."
"Like what?" Dr. Schultz looked back at the Specks.
"Like that."
"My good man, I'm simply trying to ascertain-"
"Speak English goddmanit!" Ace demanded.
"Everybody calm down, I'm simply a customer trying to conduct a transaction-" Dr. Schultz moved closer to the two brothers slowly with a smile, trying to calm them down.
"I don't care. No sale, now off with ya."
"What do you mean, of course they're for sale." Dr. Schultz gestured to the slaves behind him.
"Move it!" Ace shouted as he raised his rifle.
"My good man," Dr. Schultz said calmly. "Did you simply get carried away with your dramatic gesture, or are you pointing that weapon at me with lethal intention in front of my wife?" he asked. Ace's eyes flickered to Sara who was watching the scene hardly, her eyes locked on her husband's form.
"Last chance fancy pants-"
"Oh, Very Well-" Dr. Schultz sounded slightly put out, and before either of the Specks had the opportunity to do anything else Dr. Schultz had dropped his lantern and fired two rounds, one right through the head of Ace Speck, and the second through the head of Dicky Speck's horse. Dicky screamed in pain as the horse landed on his leg, thus pinning him under it and making him unable to move, as Dr. Schultz spun his gun around on one finger, sending a wink to his wife. The slaves all watched as Dr. Schultz stared down at them for a moment while Sara made herself busy climbing down off of the cart. She picked up the rifle Ace had been holding while Dicky shrieked.
"It's only a broken leg, even I didn't shriek like that when I broke my leg." she muttered and Dr. Schultz smiled at his young bride as she handed him the rife. She lit another match and turned on the lantern hanging off of the end of the rifle, and then closed the little door. He then walked over to Dicky who was still wailing.
"I'm sorry to put a bullet into your beast, but I had to make sure you didn't do something rash before coming to your senses." Dr. Schultz explained.
"You god damn son of a bitch! You show Roscoe! And you killed Ace!"
"I only shot your brother once he threatened me, and I believe I have, one, two, three, four, five, witnesses who can attest to that, not including my lovely wife here," he wrapped his arm around Sara who smile leaning into her husband's touch.
"As long as I'm number one." she said looking up at him.
"Oh, always." he said and then turned his attention back to Dicky Speck who was staring at the two of them in disbelief.
"My damn leg's busted!"
"No doubt." Dr. Schultz said. "Now if you can keep your caterwauling down to a minimum, I'd like to finish my line of inquiry with young Django." He turned to his wife. "My dear if you can," he nodded to Ace's horse and she nodded before walking along the line of slaves, all of whom looked away from her as she passed going to get the horse, allowing Dr. Schultz to walk back to Django. "Now, as I was saying, if you were to see the Brittle brothers again, would you recognize them?"
"Yes." Django breathed
"Sold American! So Mr. Speck, how much for young Django?"
"I'm gonna lose this leg!"
"Yes, unless you find a talented physician very quickly, I'm afraid that will be the end result, but back to business, how much do you want for Django?"
"You go to hell!"
"Don't be silly. How much for Django? Oh, Sara," she looked at her husband from where she was calming down the horse. "Please find the key to the shackles, we will want to get that thing off of Django as quickly as possible, perhaps in the pockets of the late Ace Speck." she nodded with a small smile and moved over to the body of Ace Speck, the slaves who weren't staring slack jawed at Dr. Schultz were now watching this small red haired woman digging through the pockets of a dead man with no hesitation or remorse.
"Don't you touch my brother you bitch!" Dicky was shouting at Sara who was doing a very good job of ignoring it.
"How much for Django?" Dr. Schultz pressed.
"Eight hundred dollars!" Dicky finally demanded.
"Oh come now, we may not have the experience in the slave trade as you and your brother, but neither were we born yesterday." he removed a pamphlet from his pocket and held it up. "In this most helpful pamphlet I picked up at the Greenville Slave Auction, it says that the going rate for African flesh- particularly that of a field slave- is sixty to eight dollars. Now, handsome no doubt as Django is, technically, he is a field slave. Which according to this pamphlet here- and why would they lie- puts his price at eighty dollars. So in light of that, how about a hundred and twenty five dollars for young Django here."
"Found it." Sara said as she held up a key.
"Oh good, we are just finishing the negotiations dear, do not forget, one hundred and twenty five for Django, and since your late brother won't be using it anymore, I'd like to purchase his nag, Sara, that's another twenty." Dr. Schultz called to Sara who was walking over to Django.
"One hundred forty five dollars." she nodded. "Don't forget the bill of sale."
"Oh, of course, where would I be without her?" he chuckled. "Mr. Speck, I'm afraid my wife and I will require a bill of sale." Sara knelt down at Django's feet and unlocked the shackle from around his bloodied, raw ankle.
"I can wrap that for you," she said to the tall, ex slave who was staring down at the petite woman. "Those shackles, they're nasty business." she shook her head before pausing. As a pregnant woman she found it harder and harder to maneuver and now that she had knelt down, she found herself unable to get up quickly. "Django, can you." She held out her hand and he stared down at it for a moment before offering his. She put her hand into his and used his strength to pull herself into a standing position. Dr. Schultz had walked over to the two and handed the rifle with the lantern to the man behind Django, asking him to hold it for a moment. He stared down at it in shock and amazement, then looked at the white man who spoke so casually to the slaves, then to the woman, and then back to the gun, as if he didn't know what to do right then.
"Don't worry Django, Sara has something she can put on that to stop the swelling some old Irish secret, I dare not ask, oh and, if I were you I'd take that winter coat the dear departed Speck left behind." Dr. Schultz said to Django who stepped forward, tossing his thin blanket to the side, Dr. Schultz was smiling as he slipped the bill of sale into his bill fold, but paused when he felt his wife's hand touch his arm, he looked up and realized what she was staring at. Whip marks littering young Django's back.
"Don't you dare touch my brother's jacket!" Dicky speck shouted at Django who looked at him for a moment. Django then stepped over to Dicky, still pinned under the horse, and using his freedom for the first time he pressed his foot down on the horse, adding extra weight to the Speck's already shattered leg.
"Django, that's spelled with a silent D, is it not?" Dr. Schultz asked as he wrote out the bill of sale. Sara was climbing back onto the cart with the bouncing tooth and Django was pulling on the winter coat.
"Huh?" Django asked.
"Why not." Dr. Schultz muttered and then paused and nodded at the writing. "Yes, that does add a little character." With that he knelt down next to Dicky Speck, speaking to him while Sara smiled at the issues Django seemed to be having with his horse. He had managed to get on okay, but the horse was now turning around in circles, and starting to make Fritz a little nervous. "Do not touch the reins Sara, he will be fine." Dr. Schultz called over his shoulder without having to look at his wife who was leaning forward to take the reins. She sighed and then looked back at Django.
"Pull back on the reins a little, but not too much," she explained. "When you want him to go forward, you kick him, not hard, just hard enough, and when you want to turn to the right, pull the reins to the right, for left, pull left." she told Django who stared wearily at the white woman, but nodded. Dr. Schultz returned to the cart and stepped onto it, taking the reins from where he had dropped them on the seat and then released the break from the cart. He gave them a small shake and Fritz started to move. He paused at the rest of the chain gang and looked the men over.
"Now, as to you poor devils." Sara tossed the key to the second man in chains. "As we see it, on the subject of what to do next, you gentlemen have two choices. One, once I'm gone, you can lift the beast off of the remaining Speck and then carry him to the nearest town which would be thirty seven miles in the direction you've just come," all of the men looked behind them at that point. Obviously none of them looked thrilled at that option. "Or, two, you unshackle yourselves, take that rife there," he pointed to the last man on the chain gang, who was still holding a rife, and then Dr. Schultz handed over another rifle, making two of them armed. "Put a bullet into his head, burry them deep enough, and then make your way to a much more enlightened area of the country. The choice is yours." he started to move forward, but paused when his wife's hand touched his knee quickly. "Oh, and on the off chance there's any astronomy aficionados amongst you, the North Star, is that one." he pointed out the North Star. "Tata." he shook the reins again and Fritz started to move. Sara could see Django turn his horse, watching as Dicky Speck protested what was coming to him, and then two gun shots rang out.
"Talk about over kill." her husband said softly in her ear.
"No," she said looking up at him. "Not for a trader. Not like him." she said softly and he nodded before wrapping his arm around her shoulders. She leaned into his warmth and sighed against his side.
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