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The coach pushed us to and fro, making a headache come from the depths hell. Closing my eyes trying easy the pain for my head and my stomach. With my stomach twisting I felt the urgent need to throw up. I opened my eyes, silently praying that Ben Wade and his gang of misfits would just take a break from this one run to let us pass. It would probably go unanswered, but you never know unless you try. That's what I always told myself, it's how I practically ended up here. I scanned my eyes over the four men that had volunteered to come just as I had, well not all of them. We had with us two Pinkerton's who sat very prim and proper in there expensive suits. They were at both ends of the coach, jostling back and forth with the coach. I rolled my eyes, wishing I could just get this ride over with and be done with it. This ride was a free ride to Carson, and Carson was where I was headed. For now at least. I sighed before I pushed my thoughts away to focus on reality. The ride had been quite since we left, and no one wanted to talk to each other anyway. I looked at my one shot shotgun, then at my sweaty hands that were shaking slightly. Nervousness was starting to get the best of me. I wasn't really nervous as much as I was anxious. Anxious to get the hell out of this coach, and on my way. Looking out the peep hole to see the passing scenery, to bad, all I saw was dust and little green shrubs that were drying up, due to the drought. This is where they moved to. A dried up hole like this it was nothing compared to the Midwest or east coast. The ground a rich chocolate brown, the crops there grew like none before. But this, this is where he said that they could start over. Without even as much as a letter or a goodbye. I was almost to tears before a banging sound from the front end of the coach. I jumped, I pulled down the lever on the shotgun loading the bullet into the chamber. I realized what I had been hired to do. I knew what I was suppose to do when I took the job, but I didn't really comprehend it. Until now. I listened as the oncoming horses, dreading every stride they took, coming ever so much closer. Shots echoed, sending the bullets bouncing off the steel coach.
"HA!" the driver shouted at his horses. The gang flew past the hole quicker than I expected them to, but they would have to make another pass to get us. I sighed and looked over at the other side where the men shot at them aimlessly. Simply just wasting the bullets. I looked back out the hole seeing some riding up the coach firing as they did in attempts to shoot us. Shots fired causing sparks to fly up near my face. I cringed but didn't move. I fired, hitting one, sending him flying to the ground. I was a good shot when I had a clear line of sight but I couldn't get it here as well as I could have. I loaded another bullet into the chamber and shot. My shots didn't go unrecognized like I would have liked them to. The outlaws were making their way further up the coach. Something from the corner of my caught my attention. A horse started coming up from behind the coach quickly. He was riding way to close to the coach that it seemed unreal. He shot into one of the holes. The shot entered one of the volunteers. Blood went all over the coach. Splattering all over the walls and the other members of the coach including me. He sunk down to the floor of the coach. I pressed myself against the wall facing the back of the coach. I was so speechless I didn't know what to do. The man outside shot once again hitting the man across from him. He suddenly went limp and fell to the coach floor on top of the other, dead. It was just the Pinkerton's and me. I looked back out the peep hole, seeing a pair of piercing blue eyes. We glared at each other, to what seemed like forever. It almost felt like slow motion. I ducked down quickly covering my head, as he stuck the barrel of the gun in and shot at me. The bullet bounced of the walls a few times He shot again hitting the Pinkerton in the arm. The Pinkerton screamed with agony as the other just sat there pressed against the wall, cowering. My hands were shaking as the adrenaline pulsated threw my veins. I shook my head, to try and start thinking clearly. I grabbed my tattered shit, ripping off a piece to tie it around his arm where the bullet entered. I looked back up seeing the man , further up the coach. My mind snapped, realizing what he was doing or about to do.
"Shit," I snapped. A shot sounded. The coach started to slow down. "Shit," I shouted again. The horses were running freely now. The coach snapped in a different direction and tossed me on the other side. I shook my head, after hitting it when the coach tossed, making the stars go away. I looked up seeing a hatch on the top of the coach. I stood up quickly. Looking down at the cowering Pinkerton on the floor. I pushed the top up. I threw the shotgun out onto the roof and pulled myself out. I grabbed the shotgun, before I rolled over the top of the coach gunshots bouncing all around me. I fell onto the seat of the coach, hard. I grunted. Picking myself up before I fell off. As I gained my composure, I grabbed the reins of the horses and put them in the right direction. I turned and pounded on the coach assuring them it was fine and possibly to start shooting. However, Pinkerton's were stupid. I looked at the men on the sides of the coach. They took a double take at me. Not knowing what had happened but weren't stopping to ask questions. I took my pistol and shot at them without any effort. I snapped the horses encouraging them to go as fast as they could. My main concern was getting out of here and getting out of here alive, than with killing these men. The men shouted with cheer suddenly. I looked all around as they started to go farther away from the coach. Widening their distance caused for to look then, then I saw it. My eyes widened with pure horror. Two men with long thin logs were along side the coach. I turned the coach to the left almost to quickly the wheels tipping upwards, but it gave me a chance to get the coach and the two in the back a chance to get out of here. I headed for the small part of the canyon pass, which would hopefully lead us out somewhere. When I turned the coach the horse on the left backed off not allowing the stick to go into the spokes of the wheel. I reloaded the pistol quickly. I was to busy with that to notice anything else. A shot bounced off the coach right beside my head. I flinched away before I looked over the right side of the coach. Seeing a very heartbreaking site. The man that had shot the other two men earlier, riding right next to the coach. He was pulling the hammer of the gun back. I pulled back on the reins of the horses, making them slow down, since he was not expecting this, He missed me by a mere foot, but it came with a price. The bullet entered one of the horses and caused for it to stumble, but it was badly hurt. I whipped the reins and it started back up. I sighed with relieve at my luck, but it was running short. Shots echoed off of the coach once again. I looked at him as he started to gallop back towards me. I aimed my pistol for him once again, the shot this time didn't miss him. His hand went up to his arm. The bullet didn't enter his arm, just grazing it, opening up his jacket. He didn't seem scared at me shooting him, he just seemed to enjoy it. He smiled as he rode by. I was surprised as he tipped his hat at me. Then I looked at both sides of the coach. A man with the long log was riding along side the coach once again. With no where to turn for being in a small part of the canyon. I had now choice, to just let it happen. I had run out of options, there was literally nothing I could do. My heart was stuck in my throat as to what I was about to do. Trying not to picture the horrifying disaster that was about to occur.
"God please," I whispered. I threw myself off of the coach. Just before, the what looked like to me an Apache, threw the log into the spokes of the wheels. I hit the ground hard and rolling. Hearing the disaster unwind before me. As I finally stopped rolling, I mustered the energy to lift my head and watch. I watched as the horses broke free of the carriage. The coach flipped onto its back about twenty five feet from me. I groaned and coughed as the dust entered my throat. I was on my stomach. I hissed in pain as I clutched my side. It flared and pulsated with pain. I squeezed my eyes together as the pain worsened. The pain was so hard I almost couldn't breathe. Hearing whoops and cheers coming towards me caused for my heart to sink. I lifted my head up to see if they had seen me. My hair was down in my face. As I saw my black curls down in my face I began to look around feverishly for my hat. It lay coated with dust a few feet from me, my gun not far from it, I guess it fell out of my holster. I listened as the gang shouted and cheered, for their like twelve, victory, now, I think. I hissed in pain as I started crawling closer to my hat and gun. The galloping horses coming closer and closer towards me, were scary enough, but then gunshots rang out. I gasped. I started crawling for my gun, because if I was going down they were going down with me. My pistol was about three feet away now. I looked at the coach which most of the gang was occupied by. There was only about nine around the coach that I could see. Waiting for one of them to blow the back off so they could get in. I started to push myself more feverishly towards my pistol. Hearing hoof beats and then the sudden footsteps coming towards me I tried to push myself even more quickly towards the gun. Once I placed my hand on the pistol a boot laid itself right on top of my hand. I closed my eyes in despair. I took my hand out from under his boot and turned onto my back. He smiled smugly knowing that he had won. His piercing blue eyes burned straight threw my green ones. I glared at him as the afternoon sun beat down on my face, causing me to narrow my eyes.
"Name's Charlie Prince," He smiled. "I expect you heard of me?" He kept that stupid smile on his face. I smiled back up at him.
"Yeah, I have," I smiled genuinely. A flicker of surprise crossed his face. He stopped playing with his gun to look down at me. I wiped my smile off my face quickly. "Charlie Prince, Ben Wade's little bitch," I snapped as I scowled up at him. His face went blank, as he fiddled with his gun. He looked back down at me with that same icy stare.