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Author's Note: It sure has been a while! I got this cool idea and I hope you all enjoy. Thanks to Kelsica2 for some creative advice! C:

I woke up to the sound of some horse neighing really loudly… It wasn't pleasant. Stupid crazy neighbors probably bought a farm or something, I thought. Whatever. It's not like I can go back to sleep now, anyways. I pushed my covers aside, too drowsy to realize that they weren't my regular brown comforter and sheets, but some weird muslin or something.

Ignoring that first clue, I walked over to the window and parted the curtains to have the sun blind me. I didn't realize it was midday already. I must've slept a long time. I waited a few seconds until my vision returned to me, then glanced down from my second-story room. Where a backyard, bed of roses and my little sister's swing set should have been, there was some dusty old western looking town.

WHAT? Okay, this is probably some prop set or something, I think rationally to myself. There's probably a hidden camera and some guy from MTV waiting to jump out at me. But… They normally take this whole Punk'd thing in a different direction, though… Right?

That's when I begin to soak in my surroundings. I look at around at 'my room'. It was clearly some motel room stuck in the mid 1800's. Oil lamps, some creaky-looking bed, a cow-hide rug, no television and certainly no complimentary shampoo bottles… Where am I?

Don't panic…. Don't panic… Don't panic… I start to panic. What happened? And where did my house and stuff go? I yell to myself. I run over to my closet and slam it open, but all that's there are some… cowboy outfits? Complete with the boots, spurs, chaps and button down shirts… Crazy. This isn't a practical joke, is it? It's not. This is for real…

Just last night, my biggest worry was that summer project my teacher assigned. It seemed simple enough- write about something interesting that happened to you this summer.

Sure, summer had just started a few days ago… But my summers weren't interesting… They've never been. My life's not interesting… I'm just your regular old boring normal guy. I make pretty good grades, I play some sports, I hang out with some friends and I guess I'm what other's call 'nice'. But certainly not interesting. I use to date this really interesting girl, this goth named Gwen, but she left me. I guess because I'm just too normal. Too boring. Too ordinary. Too-

I snap out of that self-pity party. I've got more pressing concerns. I quickly throw on a plaid shirt and some pants along with the chaps and holsters and boots. …What? I don't want to look out of place! If this is some western themed amusement park or something that I sleptwalk into last night… I gotta blend in!

I dash out the door, slamming it on the away out. Darn. Hope I've got a key to get back in there. I walk down the hallway until I saw a set of wooden stairs. Well, they've gotta lead somewhere, I say with a shrug before hopping down. Hopefully somewhere that'll let me know where the heck I am…

When I got downstairs, I was not prepared to see what I saw. It was a bustling saloon full of cowboys and ranchers playing cards and chuckling while swigging their beer. Attractive ladies in cowgirl outfits were dashing around the place, handing out food and more beer. There was a stage off to the side and with the place being so packed, I assume there's probably show starting soon. Oh, and the place was full of smoke. What, is lung cancer not a big deal these days? I cough a little, then I seem to get used to it. Doesn't mean I like the place, though.

I scour the area looking for a place to sit and fortunately, there's an empty stool at the bar. I clear my throat and try to look like I know what I'm doing as I swagger to the seat.

"I'll take a house special," I said, tapping my hand on the bar.

"Whatever," the bartender mutters, looking down as he grabs a bottle and he pours it into a mug. He didn't look up until he hands the foaming drink to me. And suddenly, a wave of relief flows over me. He looks familiar. That unibrow looks familiar.

"Duncan?" I ask, incredulously. Duncan looks back at me with the same face of disbelief.

"Trent, dude," Duncan says, sighing with relief. "Where are we?"

Taking a sip of my drink, I say, "I have no clue." Then I gag. This isn't any pretend, overly-carbonated apple juice that most family-friendly places pass off as alcohol. This is the real deal. "Dude, this is alcohol," I say, wiping my mouth.

Duncan nods, "I know. This place is insane. And everyone expects me to get their flippin' drinks for them. It's pretty annoying…. But anyways. It's great to see a familiar face."

"Yeah, same here," I reply. "So… Do you know where we are?"

"I asked you that," Duncan says. "But I think I have a feeling…"

"You don't mean…" I start, then scoff. "That's ridiculous. And there's no way we're really in the Wild West…"

Duncan shrugs, "Do you have another explanation?"

I shrug and open my mouth to say something, but before the words come out, I'm interrupted by gunshots.

Well, this promises to be… interesting.

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