"Dallas! Dallas!" A small boy ran through dry sand as he pulls up to a tall boy leaning back in a chair outside on the porch of the jailhouse. Holding out an envelope with the name Dallas scribble fast on it. His brown hair blows lightly as his soft caramel eyes lands on the badge on the tall boy's chest. "There's trouble in town! A stranger came into town looking for you! He wants a draw, stating that your time is up. He's covered in dust and he seems to have a fire in his eyes."

The tall boy clicks his tongue across his white teeth as he leans forward. Dusting off his black vest, while grabbing his gun from the table beside him. His silver badge shimmering in the sunlight as he flips his sandy brown hair out of his grayish-blue eyes. Putting on his straw hat, he nuggie the young boy's hair before whistling a tune for his horse.

"Tell your ma and pa, I might not make it for supper, Ross." Dallas smiles as Ross hugs him tightly before nodding. They glance up as a white stallion with a tan star on his forehead gallop towards them. Dallas jumps onto the saddle and clicks his heel onto the horse's hips. They ride off, leaving Ross in the dust, waving them goodbye.

"Austin...from what I'm feeling...it's Jack," Dallas smirks as the horse shook his mane madly. "I think he's mad at me for handing him over to the federal law for killing the guard at the Rio Grande River."

Austin shakes his mane as they rode into the middle of town quickly. Dallas clicks his tongue to stop Austin as he jumps off. Tipping his hat to block out the sun from his eyes. He glancing around to notice people gathering around him. They were whispering about the mystery man, and how he is stating he already mark his iron with a mark. He shook his head when Austin nudge his shoulder.

"He wants to meet you in the ol' field," a man spits into a spittoon.

"At noon Dallas, please don't go!" A woman gathers her two children near her hips. "He wants a draw, and says that your time is up."

"Yah!" Everyone cheers as they try to keep him there.

"People, people, I must get going," Dallas saddles up. He rubs Austin's neck as he neighs softly. "Keep me in your pray."

Dallas tips his hat as he gallops out of town with Austin. He keeps his eyes on the road as he came up to an empty field. Jumping down, he walks straight when someone coughs. Leaning against a rock, was a man with short brunette hair. There was not a hat on his head to keep the sun out of his reddish-blue eyes. His iron was flashing in the sun as he stood in front of Dallas.

"Jack," Dallas crosses his arms across his chest.

"Dallas, I have to thank you for locking me away for a long time, partner," Jack hiss.

"You earn it when you shoot that guard," Dallas puts his hands on his belt.

"If it wasn't for you, I would learn how to do this!" Jack quickly pulls out his pistol to feel something pierce his chest. Glancing up, he noticed Dallas had his pistol already pointed and fired. There was smoking coming out of the barrel when Jack clenches his chest and falls onto his knees. Cursing before his life flashes out of his eyes as he lays flat into the dirt lifeless.

"You forgot who taught you to draw brother," Dallas puts away his pistol as he walks away. Tears were rolling down as he climbs up onto Austin. "Now how am I going to tell Pa that you no longer alive. We both know only one of once would make it out alive."

"That is how I defeated the Villainous Jackson, aka Jack," Dallas taps the little girl in his arms nose. "It was hard knowing he was my brother that I defeated, not a random stranger."

"Dallas, he was going to kill you and be the new Texas." The girl hugs Dallas's neck tightly. Her silver-blonde hair flows down her back as some cover Dalla's back. Her violet eyes stare into his dark blue with sorrowfully as she looks up at him.

"Anastasia, you are one smart girl," Dallas whoops happily with a giant smile.

"You have to be if you were Russia's daughter." A man enters the room carrying an old box. His golden-wheat hair shifts under a worn cowboy hat. His sky blue eyes gather them as he places the moldy box in front of Dallas on the wooden table. "One of your brothers, I believe Zack, found this in his storage."

"What's in it?" Anastasia wiggles in Dallas's lap to get to the box with her tiny hands.

"All of Jack's stuff," Dallas coldly glares at the box.

"Dallas, it's time to let him go," Anastasia rubs Dallas's shoulder.

"I know," Dallas glances at Alfred with sadness. "Can you do it, dad?"

"Of course," Alfred smiles as he runs his fingers through Dallas's hair.

"Let's go see if our hippie bakes any cookies," Dallas laughs as Anastasia nods quickly. She jumps off his lap and drags him up and out of the room.

"There once was a tall, handsome stranger that wanted to be a state, but a strong willed sheriff defeated him to stay himself." Alfred picks up the box to exit the room. "Yet, he never gives up on his brother."

A/N: Thinking about starting up some one-shots on some states and America with some Johnny Horton songs and other songs.