Because there are no Lupin fanfics with a western genre... This was originally going to be one story, but I like to go insane with things. xD Yay for me and my insanityness.

I'm still working on the other stuff. Honest. :3 I just want to get his up so I don't lose it.

Twitch is awesome. x3

Six Days 'Til Dawn

by Disco Ant

The Sheriff of English

For years, the town of English was a peaceful place. It was filled with happy families and nice small log homes and it even had a red painted school. It was a place that people were proud to call home.
Of course, that was just the small area on the northwestern edge of the town. The rest of English was filled with three bars, two banks, a post office, a sheriffs station, five seedy taverns and one dude ranch.
The bars were tough places filled with violent battles and lots of moonshine. The banks were constantly robbed. The post office always received everything late and was much hated, a feeling that everyone in English shared. The sheriff's station was always full. The taverns were, well, seedy. And the dude ranch was very out of place, but needed in this typical western town of twenty seven.

"Sheriff!" a man yelled out as he ran towards the office. "Sheriff! We got ourselves a fine mess outside!"
The man was known as Twitch, as his left eye twitched rapidly all the time, even when he slept. The three bars had even gotten together to hold two contests, one seeing who could guess how long until someone killed Twitch because of the twitch and the other seeing who could guess when the twitching would stop.
"What is it this time?" The sheriff was sitting back in his chair, his feet propped on his desk, his wide brimmed cowboy hat setting over his face.
"That train robber, sheriff! He's gone come back again!"
The sheriff sighed. The train robber was someone he had been hunting down for years, but because the train track was fifty miles away, he didn't see him much. And taking the coach to the nearest train station was too costly.
And when Twitch had said that he had returned, it meant that he had returned fifty miles away.
The train robber was much feared by the people of English.
The sheriff sighed and waved Twitch off, going back to sleep.

Sheriff Zenigata had come to this town as a wanderer, his only possessions being the clothes he wore, which were old, dirty and tattered.
Four years ago he was a stranger, working odd jobs just to get enough money for a warm beer at the end of the day.
Three years ago he was a regular, living in a small room in one of the taverns. He worked at the dude ranch, usually shoveling out the stables and feeding the horses, making sure he always had something to shovel.
Two years ago his life in English changed.

It was a hot summer day, his shift at the ranch just ending. He went "home" and took a bath, changing into clean clothes.
Fridays were nights he enjoyed. At Sam's Bar, the least roughest of the three, it was poker night. Poker night and also the night when scantily clad women sang songs, mostly in horrible off-key voices. But then they weren't really hired for their singing abilities. They were just there to look pretty.
Zenigata was down by fifty bucks and was starting to sweat. His current hand wasn't anything special. A few threes, a couple nines and some random cards tossed in.
The man across from him grinned, knowing he was about to take in the haul.
Zenigata glared. He couldn't believe some uneducated toothless drunkard was going to wipe him out of his weeks salary.
Toothy grinned wider, putting the rest of his money in the pile.
Zenigata glanced down at the money, mentally drooling at the riches. He thought of taking it and running, but Toothy had a gun and he didn't. In fact, he was the only one in that bar that wasn't carrying.
And then Zenigata's big break came when the man with two loaded pistols walked into the place yelling and screaming.
Toothy stood and pulled out his gun. He never really had much of a chance, ending up on the dirty floor dead with five bullets in him.
The gunman demanded everyone's money, making his slow trip around the large room, watching as everyone dropped their things into the bag.
Zenigata watched this all very carefully. And then, when the man had his back turned, Zenigata moved in for the attack.
He grabbed the chair in front of him and threw it towards the door, the gunman turning and shooting a few more rounds at the now swinging doors.
The gunman didn't have time to react as Zenigata grabbed him, tossing him to the ground and delivering a quick punch to the chest, knocking away his breath, causing him to black out.
The people looked on, stunned at the bravery of Zenigata. They really couldn't believe they had just seen the man they had feared for so long, the man who had defeated their sheriff many years ago, the man who nobody could beat in a gun battle, the man who had racked up a large bounty, they couldn't believe they had just seen him defeated.
Zenigata grabbed the bag the man had been holding and started to give everyone what they had given, their property etched in his memory from his keen observation.
He was quickly asked to be their sheriff, to protect them from the thugs who harassed the town of English.
Zenigata agreed and hauled the man off to jail.

Thinking back on that day put a smile on Zenigata's face. He knew he could have returned to that bar and arrested most of the patrons for some kind of violation. Instead, he decided to repay their kindness to him all those years. And plus, he knew he would eventually drag them all to jail, so he let them be. Better to give yourself something to do than to sit around bored all day.
Back before he became sheriff, the jails were always half full. Now they were overcrowded, new ones having to be built behind the office.
English became known as a place of strict law and order. Although there was still dirty dealings, robberies, fights and the occasional drug dealings, it wasn't as bad as it had been four years ago.

Things had been running smoothly for the last five months. Crimes had dropped, the four streets became safer, the businesses shaped up and started pulling in more business and people felt safe going to the banks.
And the people all had the determination and sometimes frightening behavior of Sheriff Zenigata to thank for it all.
However, all of that was about to change. A change that nobody in English would have ever predicted. And a change that even Zenigata couldn't fix.
And, unbeknownst to the good people of English, the cause of that change was slowly heading towards them, arriving by coach at any minute...