A/N: This is the first Western Genre on AATC FanFiction. Don't believe me? Check the filters. I was looking through all the genres and noticed so I decided to make this. Not a one-shot. Well here you go.

Dust n' Boots

Chapter 1: Simon the Snake

The man sat on the horse, his eyes red with anger. "Do I look like a blasted chipmunk to you?!" His hands were tied and a rope was around his neck. The rope was tied to a tree.

The sheriff pulled out a whip, his blue eyes glinting. "Doesn't matter, you're an accomplice to him." He tipped his red cowboy hat. "Any last words?"

"Shoot no." The man spat and it landed on the sheriff's shoe. He laughed crudely.

Alvin Kiff, the sheriff, was not amused. "Okay then." He brought the whip back over his head. Then he brought it over and cracked it near the horses behind. The horse let out a frightened whinny, then ran of. The man fell, letting the rope catch him by the neck. He sputtered, then died.

Alvin turned back to the townspeople. "Let this be a warning!" He pointed to the hanged man. "Anyone who harbors Simon the Snake will be prosecuted!"

Alvin held up a wanted poster. The paper showed Simon the Snake, a terrible bandit and murderer. He was wearing bifocals and a blue bandana around his face.

The townsfolk dispersed and Alvin returned to the sheriff's office. He took off his hat, and plopped down in his chair, fanning himself with the hat. "This blasted heat is crazy…"

He looked at the papers on his desk. He took one and looked it over. "Very interesting…" He muttered. He folded the paper into a plane and it flew around the room. Alvin laughed.

Just then, someone burst through the door.

"Haven't you heard of knocking?" Alvin yelled.

"Sorry, sir!" The intruder replied.

"What is so important that you have to interrupt my paperwork?" Alvin asked.

The paper airplane whizzed past the intruders face. "Right… Paperwork." He said.

Alvin laughed. "You caught me Theo, you caught me." Theodore Blanche smiled. "So what IS so important that you just burst in here?"

Theodore's smile faded. He handed Alvin a paper. "It's the report for the bank robbery."

Alvin looked it over. He raised an eyebrow. "What's so important about this?"

"Well," Theodore began. "Look at the number of bandits." Alvin looked.

"Thirteen? That's impossible! Simon only had five last raid!" Alvin said, shocked.

"Exactly." Theodore said. "He's recruiting." He leaned closer. "And we might know where, too." Theodore handed the sheriff another paper. "The Rusty Spur."

Alvin looked confused. "That old bar on the other side of town?" Theodore nodded.

"If we go there tonight, we might get some information from the drinkers." He said. The sheriff nodded.

"Well done, Blanche. Well done." Alvin said while nodding. Theodore grinned.

"Thank you, mister sheriff."

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Well, what do you think so far? Got potential? I don't care it's staying either way. I will try to update soon, but I AM in the middle of writing two other stories at the moment, you know! Haha. Thanks for readin'! See ya next time, FanFiction!