The sun was setting at Cotton Mouth Bluff, the scorching red ball slowly escaping in the horizon. In the dusty town the Coyote, Jackalope, and Steer guards patrolled casually, unkownst to the fact that Tennessee Kid Cooper was lurking round them parts. The air was a brilliant orange, the sand flying gently in the air. It was arid, but the scenery of high cliffs and railroads deemed beautiful. Night was approaching, and Tennessee was finishing up his day of pick pocketing. With a burlap sack on his shoulder, he grinded on the railroad tracks at his infamous blinding speed. He allowed the beautiful images of the river go past him as he neared the hideout, where Sly once occupied. He was lonely after such an adventure, not doing much aside from his daily pick-pockets. The memories of defeating Toothpick were fresh in his mind, and his heart yearned for such an adventure. He went up the stars and opened the door, his heart craving that someone is in there waiting for him, but he knew that was impossible.
Once he stepped in the hideout, he headed up the steps to enter the room that was in back of the clock. There, he had his bed beside it. Not much was in the room aside for a mirror on the left hand side and a desk on the right. He set his cane on a hook next to the desk and took of his holster to hang along with it. Kid Cooper then lit a candle on the desk and lay down in bed. Oh how he loves to sleep, where he can escape the present and relive the past, the past where he would be chased by hoards of guards, commit some of his greatest heights, and live as the most infamous outlaw. He would also dream of the beautiful maiden he saved from inevitable death. Carmelita Montoya Fox, what a stunning and literally shocking gal. Tennessee's heart had never fluttered as much as when he was around her. That gun-slinging girl was hotter than the sun of July! If he could, he would chase after her faster than a six-legged coyote. His mind now set on his secret love, he began letting his mind drift and fell into a light sleep.
It was the dead of night, the new moon creating a blanket of stars on the black skies. The candle was still lit, creating an amber color to the room. Tennessee opened one eye, sensing a presence. Wide away, he pretended to be asleep as he observed a shadow lingering at the door. A figure, slightly smaller than him, leaned against the closed door. His heart pounded faster than that of a jackrabbit's with its tail on fire. Tension grew as he knew there would be no way to retrieve his cane without the intruder getting him first. Slowly, the intruder crept closer, their footsteps making small thuds. Sweat beaded on TK's forehead as the person was halfway across the room.
Just stay still, Tennessee, and maybe they won't hurtcha. Keep calm, take them breathers steady!
A few seconds ticked by and the presence loomed over him, towering him as he lay down on the rickety spring mattress.Tennessee Kid Cooper lay motionless, praying this night would not be his last.
