Hello everyone, I decided to put out the next three chapters, so were up to four now… hehehe… I won't write anything on the others, but here they are, hope everyone enjoys!

Chapter 2: Town Meeting

When Rango walked into the old Mayors office at high noon the same day, he was extremely surprised to see that Jake was already sleeping in the far back corner away from the door, his legs kicked up onto the nearby table, black hat covering his eyes, fresh bandages on his wrists and his ever-present Gatling gun slung snuggly across one of his arms and the chair he was sleeping on. According to Beans, who had arrived almost an hour earlier, he had gotten there only a few minutes after she had, kicked his feet up onto the table and hadn't moved since. Though he did awaken when the Dirtonians started arriving, most giving him a wide berth and sitting closer to the door and the podium rather than be near the dangerous and unpredictable outlaw.

Wounded Bird however, upon seeing the Rattlesnake, struck up a conversation within seconds of sitting down at the same table. Despite the tension of Jake having shot him in the shoulder, the Native American knew that what Jake had done was pure instinct, born from years of needing to watch his back in fear of getting shot at. Jake had even apologized and helped him with his shoulder afterward and they had quickly become drinking buddies whenever the outlaw was in town. Buford had eventually joined the small group once he saw how well Jake handled in a bar-fight. The bartender had little difficulty controlling any situation around the saloon whenever the outlaw was in town, very few wanted to anger him, and even fewer wanted to get into a fight with him. Even if it didn't involve his dreaded and infamous Gatling gun.

It wasn't even a second after the three had gotten together that the whisky what brought out of nowhere. Rango believing that it was most likely Buford's doing, but not putting it past the other two to bring a bottle and a few shot glasses with them. The three easily slipped into their usual round of talking, taking a shot, laughing and then repeating, until Beans finally stood up on the make-shift podium almost five minutes later. The female smoothing her sky blue dress before looking around the crowd at the people who had gathered, the old members of the original posse, not including the few who were around the Rattlesnake, all gathered further toward the front, the females and the children in between the two groups, the mothers clearly knowing that Jake never took any females or kids life, and truthfully, they liked him better than some of the drunk idiots that rampaged the town every-other night.

"Alright now," Beans spoke, the chatter around the entire room immediately quieting down. "As yawl know, the pipes that run 'round the town are in need 'o fixing." The new mayor paused as she looked from town's person to town's person, "the Sheriff an' I have a plan, separatin' the workforce inta three groups to fix the spots that are the worst."

"Group one," Rangos said, his form coming to stand next to his wife, naming off himself and a few other individuals that nodded their heads in approval, he did the same with the second group who all seemed to sigh in relief that they were not working alongside the outlaw. "The last group," Rango said, maneuvering his hat slightly, obviously knowing the controversy to come, "Will consist a' Wounded Bird, Spoons, Eglin, Ambrose, Waffles, Buford and," the green haired man paused for a second, his eyes laying on the last man who's name had yet to be said, "Jake." The soft growl that sounded around the room was nothing less than what Jacob had expected, but after years of being hated and wanted for money the outlaw had gotten use to the glares, cussing, and even the gestures that were suddenly directed his way.

Sadly.

"Sheriff Rango," Spoons said, his form standing from his spot next to Eglin. his white hair and matching beard being the main components that defined the old miner. "Ih don' think that this is da best 'o ideas." Wounded Bird, Buford and Jake all groaned in unison, making quite a few of the kids in the room laugh and Beans chuckle slightly, easily covering it by simply clearing her throat. Spoons and the others however all turned to look at the three, their eyes landing on Jake, but their voices obviously directed toward the bartender and the native. "You got a problem with dat?" The two just shook their heads and Jake snorted, causing the kids to laugh again and Rango to start giggling as well. It was obvious that the Rattlesnake wasn't doing it on purpose, but it was still enough to make the females in the overly large office space to blush and hide their snickering behind their hands.

"Spoons, we are lucky dat Jake agreed ta help us," Beans spoke as sternly as she could, the outlaws' rather random comedic events within the meeting almost giving her hiccups. Though it was obvious her message got through, the old miner having sat back in his seat, his eyes glaring a hole into the side of Jake's head as Rango continued.

"Each team has a different area, one will be in the North-West, two the East, and three is in the South. Doc will be makin' rounds and stayin' with one group each day except in da event of an emergency." The Sheriff paused, looking around the room a small sigh escaped his lips, the members of team one and two leaving only team three in the large office. Rango knowing that from that moment on, the idea of Jake working within that same team would now be the main focus.

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Jake left the mayor's office an hour afterward, most of the arguments now revolving around why he had been called in to help out and why he had to work with them. And truthfully, even an outlaw can only take so much shit before they would just need to leave and punch something. A brick wall for example. Jacob rubbed his knuckles, a dull throb still remaining from his last little stunt, thinking to himself that he was really stupid at times. Though the famous outlaw just shook his head to clear it as he entered the saloon after Buford; the two having been lucky enough to escape after the "cussing round" which was obviously led by Spoons and Eglin, apparently they didn't want 'that fucking rattlesnake bastard' to work with them. Jake could only be thankful that Buford noticed that he had suddenly clenched the table a bit too hard and suggested that they leave and get some fresh air, the elder bartender like an older brother to the famous outlaw, easily looking out for him even if Jake didn't want him to.

"Ya wan't anything Jacob?" Buford asked as Jake rubbed one of his eyes, the single strand of light brown hair falling into his face as he did so, the bartender silently snickering as he turned away from the younger male. His memory finding the first time he had ever seen the male nine years prior, noticing just how much he had grown in the amount of time.

"Sure," Jake finally said, taking a seat on the counter top, receiving a small, but humor filled glare from the other.

"Ya haven't changed from dat first time ya were here have ya kid?" Said male chuckled as he lit a cigarette, his eyes half lidded as a small grin pulled on the corner of his lips.

"I have and ya 'no it."

Buford snorted and grabbed a bottle of the outlaws' usual drink of choice, beer. "In height an' talent with that gun a' yurs," Jake smiled at the small complement, "other den dat, ya haven't changed a bit." The outlaw laughed slightly as he looked toward the bartender, his form still sitting on the countertop as he stuck out his tongue at Buford. The two of them immediately bursting out in fits of laughter from Jacobs boy-ish act before said male jumped back to the wooden floor, his spurs clicking slightly as he landed. "Eight years and ya haven't changed a bit."

"I'll take dat as a complement." Jake chuckled as he walked over to a small table in the corner of the empty saloon.

"How old are ya now anyway?" Bufords question had Jake spinning around to walk backwards, his sharper than normal canine teeth biting at his bottom lip as he thought over the question.

"Just turned twenty-five."

"And ya ain't even married yet!" Buford teased, a smile pulling on his lips as he remembered the males old companion. "Ya waiting fer her ta come back?" Jakes eyes darkened at what Buford said, his head nodding once in answer to his question. "The two of ya were a good team Jacob, she'll come back fer ya."

"Who will come back?" The two males jumped at the sound of Priscilla's voice, Buford suddenly acting as though he had to get ready for a large crowd that would suddenly come running through the door while Jake awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a small bit of red hinting on his cheeks.

"My old partner," Jake whispered, his eyes darting over to a table where Priscilla knew he usually sat, the young girl moving over to the higher chairs immediately and sitting down. Jake's expression went from one where he was a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar to a blank stare, a single eyebrow raising and a grin spreading over his lips as he looked at the young girl. "Yur exactly like her too,"

"Like who?" Priscilla asked again, the outlaw rolling his eyes and moving to sit next to the girl, throwing his cigarette in an ashtray in the process.

"Man, you really don't give up," the Rattlesnake chuckled, his eyes softening until Priscilla could visibly see the ruby red flames around the outer edges of his eyes fading into a soft golden-brown almost exactly like her own, the irises no longer slit like a blood-thirsty killers, but round like any average humans. "Well then," Jake said, one of his hands rubbing the back of his neck, the outlaw strangely oblivious to the sudden change that his eyes had undergone, "Where should ih start?"

"The beginnin'?" Priscilla half asked half said; her eyes still unable to believe what they had seen, but with every blink that she took, nothing changed.

Jake chuckled as he started to hear the group that had argued against working with him finally leave the old mayor's office. "Yeah, da beginnin' sounds good."