Jack leant back against the wooden door frame, with a grin on his lips he sighed in satisfaction. He listened to the crowds cheer in the other room, they were becoming moments away from the hanging and the crowd was getting impatient, but in a good way. He rested his head against the frame, he was enjoying his life. His people's cheer grew louder with a couple of whistle's Jack had predicted the presence of the Sheriff, and he was indeed correct.

His heart beat increased when the sound of the sheriff's voice cleared the air. It would soon be his own turn to take the spotlight, which he would enjoy. His breath hitched, there was silence. A silence which Jack himself didn't usually hear. Somehow he was surprised he could bare it.

"Good evening!" Jack grinned towards the Sheriff's welcome, the crowds cheer increased, with the mixture of relief and excitement Jack made a gentle sigh. It won't be long now.

"First of all, I would like to thank everyone for coming tonight, you're all in for a real treat! Secondly this all wouldn't be possible if not for a certain cowboy. He's famous around these parts for his sport and passion for Indian hunting; he is also more of a little brother to me than a friend. Without further or do please give it up for Captain Jack Harkness!"

Jack took a gentle hold on the handle, turning it until it clicked happily; the door creaked to an open. He beamed towards the sheriff, taking his step out he noticed it was a full moon tonight. He inhaled deeply, breathing in the night air. The scent of horses, burnt wood, metal and barbecue filled the air, his favourite blend.

Turning towards the crowd he smiled gratefully.

"Hello, nice to see you all tonight! We've got a special show stocked up for all of you here specially tonight. Starting with the hang of course, isn't that right sheriff?" Jack grinned towards the sheriff who grinned in return.

"Right you are Jack! And might I also add the Indians that have been caught to Jack's attention lately seem to be some of the dominate males, so why not humiliate them? It is the start of the year after all" the sheriff's quote left the crowd in cheers, he grinned at his triumph. "Bring on the Indian!"

Jack turned the far right, the sound of boos and hisses filled the air, directly towards the gagged Indian, his wounds hadn't been looked at. He was limping, with the ropes attached to his feet and wrists they weren't helping. He kept his head down, making sure not to look up to meet the people's gazes. They were all his executioners; he knew it wouldn't be long until their hands were soaked in his own blood.

Jack studied the Indian, he didn't look too happy; he looked even more irritable than before. Jack sometimes even wondered what it would be like if he was the Indian in gags, he wondered what emotions he would have flooding through his mind. Petrified? Frightened? Worried? Nah, it was just an Indian. They don't have emotions like he does; he would be surprised if they even get in a partnership.

He got snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of a rope being pulled; he glanced and found it was the rope attached to the noose which was being pulled to the sheriff's likeness. He made a small smile, but it wasn't has big as he hoped it would. He watched the rope tighten, watching the man make more of an attempt to tighten it, his face was beginning to show redness around the eyes and nose.

"Right, have anything to say before you get hung Indie?" the sheriff grinned, he bent down towards the Indian, he was forced on his knees with his face wincing in pain he made a growl.

"Y, you, demon. You call yourself a sheriff; you're nothing more than a vile creature!" The sheriff growled at his comment, but became furious when the Indian spat at his feet.

"You stinking Indian! You're a disgrace to every mortal on this world known to man! You instruct me as your Lord and Master, now hush!" he snapped, venting his anger at the Indian he turned back to Jack, once he had calmed down his nerves.

"Are we all ready to go and proceed?" Jack nodded, he turned back towards the Indian, and he was being dragged by his own two feet towards the noose, his stomach rubbing against the rough ground.

The crowd watched the Indian being put on the stance; he was showing no facial emotion except the straight face he held.

"Wait, let's not have the bag on his head, I would like to watch his pleading face as he suffers and dies, it will be his punishment for saying such crucial words to me" the Sheriff announced, he smiled in satisfaction when the man followed his orders, he even got a few cheers.

Jack watched the Indian closely, his facial emotion was steady, he was only staring towards the space in front of him, he was standing proud, and his damaged legs weren't stopping him from his posture. His breathing was steady and calm.

Jack then glanced towards the sheriff, he lent back against his chair, and a grin was planted on his face with his hat balancing on the top of his head. Jack watched the satisfied sheriff, turning back towards the Indian. He watched and thought about the two men, they were both human but very different alike, but he couldn't put his mind on it. Watching the rope being tied on his neck, Jack couldn't take it anymore.

Turning away from the Indian, he turned away from the crowd; he turned away from the sheriff, but most of all he turned away from his ideal night. He didn't feel like watching a hang tonight, he didn't know why but he just couldn't face it. He couldn't face watching an Indian being hanged.

A figure stood a few metres back in the shadows, he heart was racing, and he didn't know if he was too late, but he somehow knew he was. He examined the area around him, making sure the coast is clear he kept still in his hiding spot. He didn't want to attract to much attention. His eyes snapped towards the sound of peoples cheer. He tightened his eyelids, giving him a better view he lightly gasped. He watched in horror as the Indian was placed on the noose, his heart beat decreased. He couldn't bear watching his own kind being hanged. He tightened his hold on his knife, listening to the crowd's countdown his heart ached, he held his breathe when the countdown stopped; he was going to kill the person responsible.

I'll give you one guess to see if you can figure out who the mysterious figure is :) Hopefully I will update soon.