Chapter 6
Balto wakes up and sees that he's in a tent. He shakes his head and pushes himself out of the cot. He sees his six revolvers are sitting on the table and sitting next to the revolvers are some black clothing items. He shakes his head and pushes himself out of bed. He feels as if he got kicked by a horse. He walks over to the table and he sees the black bandanna and the black hat. He also spots the black holsters and smiles. He has just become one of the Black Riders.
Kaltag is sitting around the fire with the other riders and he hears Balto walk out of the tent. He turns his head and he sees Balto wearing the gear of the Black Riders; a black hat, a black bandanna around his mouth, and the black holsters. What truly made Balto the most unusual is that his revolvers were black and on the bottom was a silver cross.
As Balto sat down next to the fire Kaltag smiles at him. "So you're finally awake. Let me introduce you to the others. See the silver-eyed one. His name is Alex. Our leader is Hunter. The big one is Nikki. The short one is Star. The dog with the black tint is Kyle. The other grey one is Ryan. And the last one Victor."
Balto smiles at them all. "So who actually served in the Civil War?"
He watches as they all raise their paws. Balto nods his head and sits back down.
Hunter stands up and smiles. "Today, we have a new member to join our ranks. We shall make those damn carpetbaggers what Hell will be unleashed upon them."
The other Black Riders raise their paws in the air and start to cheer and shout.
Balto doesn't raise his paw or shout into the night. He only wants to get his family back and he'll kill anyone to see them again.
Three months later, two Union soldiers are walking down a path when they hear a horse behind them. They both turn around and they see a dog wearing a black hat, black bandanna on his muzzle, and six black holsters; two on his waist, two on his sides, and two across his chest.
They stare at him and one of them starts to laugh. "Well, look what we have here. A lone rider who will end up being in serious trouble if he keeps following us."
The other one frowns at the rider. "Scram you yellowbelly."
The rider shakes his head and looks at the first one. "Have you seen the soldiers who burned down Nettleton Manor?"
The first one laughs. "Why? Are you Mr. Nettleton?"
The rider starts to laugh. "No. I am not Mr. Nettleton. Mr. Nettleton sold me his house and the name stuck. So answer my question! Who. Burned. Down. Nettleton. Manor?!"
The soldier growls at him. "Like hell I'll tell you!"
The rider shakes his head again. "Damn carpetbaggers. You're no use to me."
The soldiers start to laugh, but stop when they see him pull out two revolvers.
He aims at both of them and glares. "Now who'll answer my question? And I hope one of you darkies lovers will answer the question. I'd hate to be on a trail that goes nowhere again."
The soldiers look at each and shake their heads. They look back at the rider and start to laugh. "You actually think that-"
The rider had lost all of his patience and shot both of them. Both the soldiers fell onto the road and the rider pressed on alone. His journey will take him far and wide. As the rider is walking down the road, eight riders join him from the tree line and follow him to wherever destiny leads them.
A/N: This has just been brought to my attention. Someone mentioned something about black soldiers in the Union army. Well, you're correct about that. In fact, about 40,000 black soldiers died during the course of the Civil War. But, it wasn't just the Union army that had black soldiers. Anyway, you just read the term darkies. A darky is a black person. Darkies is plural and...why am I teaching English? Anyway, R&R