A.N: I decided to write this story, because there isn't nearly enough Django Unchained fanfiction. (Definitely not enough with Schultz too.) This is purely written for the fun of it.
Chapter 1: First impressions
One lonesome cowboy rode without a care in the world on her grey and white coloured pinto. All the while whistling a merry tune, with only the trees and bushes of the woods as her audience. Her guitar, her most precious item, was strapped on her back.
Once she arrived in a small town called Daughtrey, a gunshot rang out through the silence. Followed by a second shot and the screams of the townsfolks.
She dismounted her horse in one fluent motion and saw everyone running in her direction. They scurried past her, not taking notice of the outsider. She stopped a young woman, who was supporting herself with a crutch.
"What happened?" She asked the young woman in a stern, low voice. Her mouth covered by a green scarf. The girl looked petrified and in a state of shock.
The cowboy snapped her fingers in front of the woman and repeated her question, yet this time there was a more urgent tone to it. Finally, The young woman seemed to take in the cowboy for the first time. Pure horror was written all over her face. "They shot the sheriff! They shot him and now he's dead!"
The cowboy released her and the girl hurried away as fast as she possibly could, without any hesitation. A sigh escaped the cowboy. Please, don't let it be Peck. She thought. A lot of men, plus some women, gathered in front of the saloon, and on top of the roof opposite the saloon, with their guns in hand. She decided to make her way in a building diagonally opposite the saloon. She looked out of the window and saw a man fully clothed in black arrive at the crime scene. It wasn't long after his arrival that two men dragged the corpse away from the street. She couldn't identify the corpse, but she also didn't know what Willard Peck looked like.
She opened the window slightly, so she would be able to hear everything.
All of a sudden, a merry piano tune came out of the saloon. Everyone in front of the building looked bewildered when they heard the music.
The man in black, she presumed he was the marshal, was the first one to speak. "What kind of sick bastard first kills someone and then plays the piano?" The marshal then raised his voice. "You in the saloon!" The piano stopped playing.
Pity, he played pretty good. The stranger thought to herself.
The marshal continued his speech. "We've got a hundred riffles aimed at every way out of that building. You've got one chance to get out of there alive. You and your nigger, come out with your hands over your head and I mean right now!"
A new voice came from out of the saloon. "First things first. Is this the marshal I have the pleasure of addressing?"
She listened from behind the window and raised her eyebrows at this. "That's one strange fellow." She mused quietly.
"This is U.S. marshal Gill Tatum." The marshal answered, confirming her hypothesis.
"Wunderbar!" The voice exclaimed pleased.
She was a little shocked by this. First of all, he seemed to be from Germany. Second of all, he sounded happy to be in the presence of the marshal, a man of the law. And this, after he seemingly killed a man. A strange fellow, indeed. She thought.
The German continued to speak to the marshal. "I have relieved myself of all weapons and just as you have instructed, I am ready to step outside with my hands raised above my head. I trust as a representative of the criminal justice system of the United States of America, I shan't be shot down in the street, by either you or your deputies, before I've had my day in court."
The marshal responded. "You mean like our sheriff? Shot him down like a dog in the street."
Touché.
The German didn't seem to take the comment personal, like it was intended to be. "Yes, that's exactly what I mean! Do I have your word as a lawman, that I will not be shot down like a dog in the street?"
"Well, as much as we'd all enjoy seeing something like that, ain't nobody gonna cheat the hangman in my town!" The marshal replied sincerely.
So his choice is death now or death later? She pondered.
"Fair enough marshal, here we come." The German agreed. Soon after, she saw a white man and a black man walking out of the saloon, with their hands raised above their head. Just as they had been instructed to do. She noticed that the white man, held a paper in his right hand.
"You unarmed?" The marshal asked them. The white man confirmed that they were indeed unarmed. He then started his speech with obvious confidence. "Marshall Tatum, may I address you, your deputies, and apparently the entire town of Daughtrey, as to the incident that just occurred?"
She smiled at his choice of words. The marshal didn't, but affirmed that he could continue to say whatever he had to say.
"My name is Doctor King Schultz. Like yourself marshal, I am a servant of the court. The man lying dead in the dirt, who the good people of Daughtrey saw fit to elect as their sheriff, who went by the name of Bill Sharp, is actually a wanted outlaw by the name of Willard Peck, with a price on his head of two hundred dollars. That's two hundred dollars, dead or alive."
When she heard that it was indeed Peck who had gotten killed, she grunted in annoyance. "Dammit!"
The marshal obviously couldn't believe what Schultz had just told him. "The hell you say?"
"I'm aware this is probably disconcerting news. But I'm willing to wager that this man was elected sheriff sometime in the last two years?" Schultz answered with a smug look on his face.
The marshal nodded dumbfounded. The stranger would have laughed after seeing the look on the marshal's face, if she wasn't so irritated.
"I know this, because three years ago, he was rustling cattle from The B.C. Corrigan Cattle Company of Lubbock Texas." Schultz then pointed at the paper in his hand. "Now this, is a warrant. Made out by circuit court Judge Henry Allen Laudermilk of Austin Texas. You are encouraged to wire him. He will back up who I am, and who your dear departed sheriff was."
The townsfolks looked at each other and Schultz brought his arms down with a smile on his face.
"In other words marshal, you owe me two hundred dollars." Schultz finished smugly. His companion also dropped his arms and looked at the German as if he couldn't believe what had just occurred. Just like the marshal and every citizen of Daughtrey couldn't believe it.
The stranger crossed her arms and stared at the doctor from where she stood. "I think you and I need to have a little talk."