Jack gathered the reins in his left hand; shooting a glance behind him he made sure his Red Indian was comfortable. The Indian was gagged with his bandana; he made sure it was tightly secured just in case he made an attempt to call for help. He was tightly fastened in his lasso, but just tight enough to allow him still to breathe. Numerous cuts and bruises were formed all around his battered body, mainly around his face area from where Jack attacked him to keep him on the ground. Another lasso was wrapped around his feet and connected to the end of his Horse. Jack grinned turning back into the open area in front of him, he kicked his horse gently behind the ribs making them go forward in a trot.

Taking the reins in both hands now he shot another glance back towards his passenger, watching the dust rise as it made contact with the rope he chuckled. Turning back towards his horse he leant forward, putting his weight onto his feet in the stirrups to maintain his balance he kicked harder into the horse's ribs making the horse break into a gallop. With the Red Indian beginning to struggle behind him he set off to Cardiff.

Jack pulled back his reins on his horse stopping them to a halt. His full name was Jack Harkness, but to the people he was called Captain Jack Harkness. It was the start of the year 1883 and Jack had a new hobby of capturing Red Indians, he would mainly do it for the money, it was becoming hard for him to gain a prophet. But he would mainly do it to watch for the entertainment of witnessing a Red Indian being hanged.

He was a popular member of the crowd in Cardiff, his fans would mainly be the girls, sometimes he got a few men too, and also he had quite a few jealous men on his hands at times. That still didn't mean he couldn't enjoy his life, he was living it to the extreme.

"You captured another Red Indian Captain Jack?" a blonde cowgirl smiled, she was accompanied by three other girls all of whom smiled fondly up towards him.

Jack grinned; staring at each in turn he took his reins in his left hand, lifting up his right leg over his horse's haunches he jumped off. Turning back to the girls he replied with,

"Yeah, this one was no trouble for me, nothing is" he winked followed with a smile.

Giggles could be heard behind the cowgirl; her smile grew wider at Jack's comment, but altered at the sound of the Red Indians groaning.

Jack sighed, turning behind him he noticed the Indian was coming back into his consciousness. He turned back towards the girls with an apologetic smile.

"Maybe some other time ladies? I bid you Farewell" Jack gave a polite gesture with his cowboy hat, making the girls giggle even more he chuckled. Taking his eyes off the girls he turned towards the sound of the Indian struggle in the lasso, Jack sighed.

"You guys always have to make it hard for yourself" Jack murmured, breathing in deeply he pulled his fist back, letting his breath go he punched the Indian on the face sending him flying to the floor unconscious.

Jack slightly winced, retrieving his hand back he began to examine the damage; blood began to appear around his raw skin. A groan left his lips when he went to touch it, the blood expanded around his raw skin soon there was just a red patch there. He sighed, pulling his cotton shirt over the wound he lightly dabbed into it, allowing the cotton to absorb all of the blood.

His eyes slightly shut, taking in the pain from his hand he registered the sound of a door creaking open against the rustling sound of the air and gravel. His back was facing the noise but he still knew who it could possibly be.

Lifting the cotton off his wound he turned around to see the sheriff, he grinned.

"Hello, Sheriff" Jack said with a cheery grin on his face.

"Hello Jack, you've caught another Indian I see there" Jack turned behind him, taking a short look at the Indian he turned back towards the sheriff.

"Yeah, another male as usual" Jack replied, the sheriff grinned. Watching Jack smile in return he had the urge to ask,

"That's your 4th Indian this week, how do you know where to find them?"

"Ah, well-"

"No, not here. Inside" the sheriff interrupted, gesturing towards the building next to him Jack gave a slight nod in agreement. Jack registered people walking up towards his bay horse, turning around he watched them begin to disconnect the Indian away from his horse.

"Be careful, and be sure to treat Myfanway when you're done, she definitely deserves something" Jack briefly called out, watching them lead Myfanway away with a thumbs up he slightly nodded.
"Right sheriff" Jack said, joining him by the building Jack walked in first followed by the sheriff.

"So do please tell me where you find the Indians Jack" the Sheriff asked, he slightly leant back in his chair, his foot balanced on the side of his wooden desk. He eyed Jack amongst his blonde spiky fringe.

Jack slightly lent forwards onto the desk, his hands were laid out next to each other and he had a grin planted on his face.

"Well I'm not much of a show off, but I have figured out where they are usually at" he took a deep breath, "on the outskirts of Cardiff there is this border line, it runs all the way around the city. One side is our side and the other is the Indians. But there's a slight problem for the Indians. There is this lake which also runs along the border but the fish only come to our side which is bad luck for the Indians. So that means they have to cross the border to get the fish for their food, but I'm always there waiting for them to come" Jack explained, the sheriff nodded.

"And they tend to be males I presume, you always seem to bring back male Indians not female" Jack chuckled.

"They're females besides males at the lake, but I intend to catch the males. When they're being hanged I prefer watching the males getting hanged because they struggle, whilst females are boring and don't struggle at all and children, well, they just die too quickly" he replied, the sheriff chuckled.

"Well put Jack, I will intend to enjoy watching the hanging tonight" the sheriff held his hand out; Jack looked towards it and grinned, accepting it in his own he shook hands with him. Tonight was going to be a good night.

I know this chapter doesn't explain much I promise the next chapters will, give it a chance! Reviews would be nice; I would like to get some feed pack if that is possible.