The train finally made it to the station, crowds of people coming in from the states to the north. There were some old ladies in frilly dresses and fellows in nice suits with bowl hats.
But the last one out was a man in a long trench coat, his revolver holstered at his side. No, it was not John Marston. He was with his family.
Nay. It was a different man in Black Water!
He took a deep breath and walked from the train to look at the long ocean carrying passengers. Then he felt someone tapping his shoulder. As he turned, he saw a young woman looking at him. "Could you hold my baby for a minute? I need to find something."
She handed her baby onto the stallion of a man, and looked through her little purse.
He looked down at the baby, who looked up at him. It was a baby. He threw it in the ocean. Only bubbles came up.
"Um... Excuse me?" The woman tapped his arm, he looked into her confused eyes. "Where is my baby?"
He shrugged. "He probably went to college or something." He walked away from the woman, his duster letting up in the wind like a bad ass.
Without simple delays, he recessed his priorities. He came to the west for a reason...
"Mr. Arny!" He heard his name from the lips of one of these two men who were coming towards him. These were the men he was suppose to meet.
"We've been waiting for you." The older man said.
Arny nodded as he listened to him.
"I'm Edgar Ross, I lead the investigation for each member of the Walton gang."
Arny nodded.
"This is my partner." He pointed to the middle aged man. "We've been here for a few months and now we got you to do the dirty work."
Arny nodded.
"So let's get you to a train down to Armadillo."
As they went to their car, revving it up to go, they saw Arny still stranding there. Still nodding. In understanding.
"Um... Mr. Arny?"
Arny nodded.
"God damn it..."
They rode down to the train to armadillo. It only took a few seconds. Edgar didn't want to get off his fat ass and walk.
Arny waved goodbye to them as the train took off to the small town Armadillo. The train ride, now, took awhile. The desert land was wild and animals were there.
Arny saw a rabbit eating a dead man! But the grizzly scene did nothing to our brave cowboy!
When he arrived, he saw the town wasn't as great as black water. Infact, there was no road. Just dirt. And little wooden buildings. Well, there was one big wooden building. And that was the bar. This was where hr had to meet his other guide.
He went inside and sought a certain fellow, but his eyes were caught on the piano player. Not the hookers, who he'll be coming back for. He stepped by the piano man and watched him hit every key to make that song he was playing.
There was some people playing cards but not dancing to such a bar tune
The piano man was a very focused man, so it seemed. Arny grabbed the back of the mans head and slammed his face into the piano keys. Some of them scattered to the floor.
"Well howdy, friend!" Arny looked to see some drunk guy. "You must be that guy I have to lead to bill." Oh. Its some drunk navigator.
"Now, partner! We better hit the road." He said with a bit of slur.
Arny sighed. "Okay."
They road through the road, the desert was a vast place that seemed to make beads of sweat go down Arny's forehead. The drunk navigator was licking his lips and drinking some booze he was hiding from his pocket.
"This is where Bill is. He owns the toughest gang and-"
"You led me to a pile of shit." Arny said, angry at the fact they were looking at crusty shit.
The navigator shrugged and let off a laugh. "What's the difference, son?" He let off another laugh.
Arny lit the old mans beard on fire, making the horse run fast and gallop till his drunken state made him fall off. The old man put his face in the floor, but it was too late.
"I should of brought a fan." Arny quipped.
He found his own way to Bill Williamson's place, the fort was a massive place. He walked the horse to the gates and saw some guns aimed at him. Each shining under the suns hot gaze.
Bill looked down at this macho man and spat on the ground. "I don't know who the hell you are, but your gonna end up with some holes in ya if you don't leave!"
Arny did not back down. "I'm not leaving. I'm here to put a bullet in your ass, and that's what I'm gonna do."
Inpatients took Bill over and he shot Arny in the chest. It staggered the man but it didn't kill him.
"What the hell?" Bill yelled. "How did you survive?!"
Arny had a smirk across his face. "Cheat codes."
Suddenly, he had an explosive shot gun in his hand and began firing it off at an unlimited pace. The forts walls exploded and let stone fly home to their rock people.
Arny pulled out some kind of semi automatic rifle and fired it off at his enemies. They rises from the rubble only to fall on the rubble.
Two semi automatic pistols were in his hands and he looked for Bill. The man was coughing the dust out from his mouth, giving him up to Arny.
Arny put his guns to the mans face and had his fingers on their triggers.
"Wait! Wait!" He said. "I'm not the Bill you want!"
"What do you mean?" Arny asked him, curios.
"I am a clone! The real Bill is in Mexico."
"Oh... Well..."
Arny ripped fake Bills beard off and shoved it in his mouth, kicking him down to the floor.
Arny said to him "now your just a man with some beard in his mouth."
He walked back to the town of armadillo.
Arny was in Bonnie's farm, the McFarlane ranch. As it turned out, they were having a party because the terror of bill Williamson (in Texas) was over.
Arny had some beer, and some steak. He was searching for something though, it was one of his goals to find now. It was also essential to a party.
"Excuse me, Mrs. McFarlane?" He spoke to the young woman.
She looked at him and saw the man who conquered bill. "Well howdy, mister. You must be that tall and handsome cowboy I've heard so much about! Nice to meet you."
"Yeah yeah. This is a party right?" Arny asked.
"Yes..."
"Then where are the hookers."
Bonnie looked at the man with dumbfounded eyes. Then, she slapped her own forehead. "Your right! Oh no! Daddy always told me to have hookers on the ready. Oh damn... What will I do!"
Arny knew how to solve her problem. He ripped off the hair band around her own hair and let it down free. He ripped her shirt open and also let the cleavage out.
Some of the other women looked at each other and did the same. Soon enough, they had some hookers in the party.
"Mr. Arny, your amazing! You saved the party!"
"What about me?" Said an overweight woman.
Arny picked her up and threw her at the barbecue. The food scattered along the dirt and so did the grill and barbecue stand. The fire had been put off with her entire body.
She stood up and ran home, crying.
"Oh. I thought she'd burn." Arny. He suddenly found himself watching her run away, looking at her ass as it went. "I never felt for such a woman."
He followed bonnie to her house, she had opened herself a little hand fan and was rushing the air to cool her off.
"Well, Mr. Arny. That was one fun party. I admire you and your ability to lead a great night."
Arny picked her up in his arms, and he went up the stairs. "I am a leader of many things. Tonight, I am leading my wiener to your vagina."
That night they had sex. Very hot sex. It was so hot that everyone heard "oh yeah! Stick the meat into my sandwich!"
Arny stepped outside and stood by his horse while he lit a cigarette. He looked at the people who lived in the small town, they were working hard. He even saw some men playing horse shoe.
Arny walked down the road and saw that his cigarette was almost done. Ash fell to the ground and let the cigarette fall with it.
After that, he walked out of town. Back to Armadillo.