A/N: These are old short stories of Bad Bill and his gang. I was going to introduce them after my Outlaw Confidential stories, but since I'm taking so long with it, I decided to start submitting the first couple stories. Some are just random fun stories that don't really connect to the Outlaw C. fanfics, and others are. I want to try to finish O.C. before I reveal some things. So here is the first random short. These were written I think in 2014/2015. Enjoy
Gunslingers of Dirt
Fuego
It was a cold night. Stump, Chorizo and Kinski sat around a roaring fire, roasting sausages. They started up short conversations about random things and what they may plan to steal next in the town of Dirt. Kinski flicked out his box of matches and opened it.
"Damn...down to my last match," he sighed with disappointment. Stump waved Kinski's words off. "No big deal K., we'll get another box fer ya in the mornin," he said and stuck another hotdog at the end of his stick. Kinski nodded and tossed his match box down.
After a couple minutes of silence, Stump started up another subject. "Do ya ever wonder what happens to you when you die?" he asked. Kinski silently shrugged and stared at his sausage as the flames danced around it.
Chorizo shrugged as well. "Dunno, amigo… but when I was a little nino, back in my town, we used to celebrate the dead. Día de los Muertos…Day of the Dead we called it," he explained. Kinski and Stump's droopy ears perked up. "Day of the Dead? Really?" asked Stump, looking a bit nervous. Chorizo nodded. Kinski's eyes widened with fascination.
Suddenly an animal's howl was sound out in the distance. Stump shrieked and jumped to his feet. Kinski and Chorizo jumped a bit, but then laughed at Stump. "Shut up, you bastards," snarled Stump and sat back down. Kinski pulled his sausage out and blew it for a while. Then he sniffed it and took a bite. "I've never had vone of zese before, vhat vere zey called again?" asked Kinski.
Chorizo smirked, "Chorizos, what I'm named after, a Mexican sausage, delicioso," said Chorizo smiling and licking his lips. Kinski looked at him blankly. Every time Chorizo said a word in Spanish, he never could understand it.
"…Delicious?" the hunchback jackrabbit asked. Chorizo turned to his friend and nodded, "Si," he said. Kinski knew that word and smiled a small smile. "Köstliche," he said in German and took another bite out of his food.
Suddenly Stump looked down and gasped. "Uh Chorizo? Yer…Chorizo…?" said Stump with concern as he pointed to the shrew's flaming sausage at the end of his stick. "Mi salchicha! fuego estúpido!" screamed Chorizo in Spanish as he quickly took his sausages out of the fire.
Kinski and Stump laughed. Chorizo glared at them angrily. At the end of his stick was a charred black end. Kinski kept laughing, "Hahah! Ya should've seen ze look on yer face!" laughed the hunchback jackrabbit. Chorizo growled under his breath. His eyes burned red. Stump didn't notice as he fell over and held his stomach.
When Stump and Kinski finally settled down, no one said anything. Kinski stretched his arms and then reached over to put another sausage at the end of his stick and place it into the fire. "Vhat vere you screaming?" he asked the grumpy shrew, trying to hold his laughter in. Chorizo's eyes flashed red, but couldn't be seen because of the hot red embers of the fire. He reached over and grabbed another sausage from the bag and placed it on his charred stick. He kept his mouth shut. Stump answered for him.
"He said…'My sausage! Stupid fire!'" mimicked Stump, then burst out laughing. Kinski laughed, then stopped in mid laugh when he saw Chorizo shooting him an outraged look. "Cállate, jorobado!" he snarled angrily. Kinski stared at him blankly for a minute. "Vhat did he say?" asked Kinski to Stump. Stump gave Kinski a look.
"Are ya sure you wanna ask?" he asked, "Kinda is obvious of what he wants ya to do," he said. Kinski raised his eyebrow at Stump, then turned his head to Chorizo. Chorizo cocked his head a bit and made his face even more outraged and creepy looking. Kinski looked back down at his hotdog and kept his mouth shut.
The night wind rustled through the three outlaws' furs as they sat there around the fire in silence. No one talked to each other after that. Kinski chewed his hotdog slowly, which was rare to ever see since the food he ate was usually gone in seconds. Kinski stared at the fire. Thinking. Finally he broke the silence.
"Vhat's fire in Spanish?" Kinski asked. Chorizo looked down into the fire. The flames reflected off of his pale yellow eyes. "…fuego," he said quietly. "fuego?" asked Kinski. Chorizo nodded. "fuego," repeated Kinski and looked down into the fire as well. Then he turned back to Chorizo. "Sorry," he muttered. Chorizo sighed and shrugged.
Kinski grinned, "fuego estúpido" he said, even with a Spanish-like accent. Chorizo's lips curled up into a smile. He giggled a bit, but then burst out laughing. Stump and Kinski joined in. After the three settled down Chorizo smiled. "I guess it was pretty funny, si?" he asked. Stump and Kinski smiled back. Chorizo looked back at the fire.
The three outlaws were quiet for a while, then Chorizo turned to Kinski. "Kinski...whats fire in German?" he asked. Kinski thought for a moment before answering. "Feuer," he said. Chorizo smiled. "Feuer." Kinski smiled back.
Stump rolled his eyes, but was somewhat jealous that he didnt have a foreign language. All I have is a British accent...eh, the girls love it. Stump shrugged to himself. Later on, the three fell asleep under the stars. The fire burned itself out and its' embers died away...
The End!
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Well...duh, I am a single language speaking individual. I can't speak multiple languages to save my ass...but that's what Google translate is for! XD haha! lol. So, yeah, hopefully I got some of the German and Spanish phrases right. This little short was something I made up when I was asking my Spanish speaking friend in high school what things were in Spanish. (Yelling "Mi Salchicha!" was our little inside joke we started together.) Then I asked her what fire was and instantly thought of Kinski asking Chorizo that, and this was the first Stump, Kinski, and Chorizo short I made in Freshman year. Hope you liked ^w^