Hello everybody! This is my new fanfiction in which Blondie and a female OC are paired. I know. No
flaming necessary because barely any romance will be played until the end. It's mainly Tuco, Blondie and Eleanor
trying to find the gold on Sad hill. I hope you like it, please review!
I do not own The Good, The Bad, And The Ugly.
Faster. I tried, but my feet could only take me so far. If I didn't get away from him, I wouldn't be able to get the money to Stanton.
"Shit!" And down I tumbled. The hem of my fairly revealing dress caught on a rock, and I was defenseless, and just waiting to be slaughtered. If he wanted me dead so bad, then why didn't he do it when I was in the flesh? But no, he had to send his goons (seven of them) after me. A
Harmless girl. Well, I'm not sure if you want to call me harmless.
"GO! We've got the girl!" A round, squat man with a filthy mustache approached me, and grabbed my chin with a grin. I noticed he had five missing teeth, and he was so close that I smelled his breath, which smelled of alcohol.
"C'mmon, let's have our way with her, first!" Another fat man laughed. I shuttered.
"Let me go, pig." I bit his finger. He dropped me with a couple of words in Spanish that could NOT have been decent.
I went to stand and run, but before I knew it, ropes were surrounding me, and I blacked out.
" Let me go! You bastard! Let me free, I swear, I'll give you anything. A fancy night, anything! You swine!" I cursed, and kicked my feet, trying to escape. I suppose after all the crimes, they had finally caught me. And on the rope I went.
" Eleanor, Yvonne, Straton, Johnson. Guilty of robbery to: banks, homes, civilians on the street, sheriffs. Charged with many cases of murder, including prostitution with murder following, robbery-murder, smuggling money from other countries, and murdering Robert .J. Straton, your ex-husband." I gave a miserable laugh.
"Sounds about right? I'm sorry, but you forgot about the murder of the man reading the list." I threatened.
"Proceed, Let god have mercy on her soul." And he walked out.
"YOU BASTARD!" I screamed. And they let go. My oxygen supply was getting cut off. Fast. My face was turning red. I was really going to die, wasn't I.?.
The sound of a gun blasting gave me temporary shellshock. And before I knew it, I was on the ground. The rope was shot… The rope.. Was.. THE ROPE WAS SHOT! I took off running as fast as I could. I heard the gasps of men and the cat calls of other criminals on the street. Probably because my dress was hiking up. Who the hell cared? I was getting my ass out of there!
I was about to jump on my horse when another shot rang. Right next to me.
"You've got yourself quite a background, miss Johnson." I turned to see a man with sandy brown-blonde hair. I frowned.
"And still, even for saving your life, not an ounce of gratitude." I sighed.
"One night, that's all I'll give you." I glared. He lit a cigar.
"I'm not here for that, miss Johnson. You have information, I need it. We're partners until I get what I want." He said. I swore he was biting that damned cigar.
"Give me one of them," I said, pointing towards his cigars. "Then I'll help ya'." I laughed. He frowned but gave me one.
"So, what do ya' need help with?" I asked, after taking a few puffs. He swallowed, and turned and looked for people in the nearby vicinity.
"I need to know.." He trailed off, but mounted his horse. "They're looking for you." I gave a sharp intake of breathe. I jumped on my horse. Should I follow him? He gave me no indication he was GOOD. But… Why did he have to be? I'm no ways near the title 'good'. I rode off in his direction.
"Where are we going?" I asked loudly, trying to gain attention of the man. No answer. Until,
" To get money. And he's worth two-thousand dollars." I lit a cigar.
So Blondie's got himself a partner. What for? We'll learn later. Please review!