Once they arrived in the town of Chugwater, Slim looked around. There were busy people, old shops and the same saloon. The only thing that changed was the book store closed down. "What a shame." said Slim to himself. It's been forever since he visited this old town. It brought back so many memories, good and bad. Wilson seemed to be the only thing he could think of.

"Uncle Slim, what are supposed to be doing?" Bill asked. "You idiots are supposed to keep a low profile. Wait here and don't mess this up!" Slim yelled. Slim saw a short man in a purple suit, carrying a purple briefcase. He looked suspicious. Slim thought he had something to do with the black market. He casually walked up to him. "Howdy partner." Slim greeted friendly. "Listen cowpoke, I don't got time for this!" the man rudely told him. "Sorry, it's just that you seem like a smuggler to me." said Slim. The short man's face lit up with shock. "No need to get frightened, I'm not with the law." said Slim. "Why are you talking to me?" the man asked. Slim looked around. There were to many witnesses. "We can't talk here. We should go somewhere secret." Slim said. Slim walked to the boys and Junior. The were in the same spot as he left them. Slim climbed upon Junior. "Wait, wait wait. Am I supposed to ride that thing!?" said the short man. "This THING is a buffalo." said Junior. "Junior won't hurt a fly. Now get on!" said Slim.

The short man tried his best to climb on Junior. After a minute of struggling, he managed to get on. Slim made Junior run fast out of town. The boys followed them on their horses. It was a rough ride for the short man. It was hard for him to hold on. He wanted it to end. About 19 minutes later, they were in the desert. Not a soul was to be seen. "Well partner, now that we are alone;" Slim said as he got off of Junior. "I will discuss with you my plan." said Slim. "But first, let me introduce myself. The name is Alameda Slim. Those boys over there are my nephews." Slim introduced. The short man looked at them confused. How could he tell them apart? "And you are?" Slim asked politely. "The name is Wesley, Mr.Wesley." said the man who was Mr.Wesley. "Nice to meet ya!" said Slim as he shook his hand roughly in unintended way. Mr.Wesley was annoyed by the act.

He was starting to regret coming along. "So what's this plan of yours? Explain and make it snappy!" Mr.Wesley demanded. "Alright then," Slim began. "I have a secret weapon for rustling cattle. I'll go steal them and sell a whole heard to you. I'll use that money to buy land. Which are the ranches I steal from." Slim explained. Mr.Wesley was interested. "I don't care what that 'secret weapon' of yours is, as long as you bring in alot of cows!" said Mr.Wesley. "I promise you I will! So what do ya say? Black market business partners, or what?" Slim asked. Mr.Wesley agreed and they shook hands. "So Slim, do ya have a hideout or what?" Mr.Wesley asked. "Not yet, but I'll find one by tomorrow. Once I find one, me and my nephews will get down to business!" said Slim. "That's good to hear. Once y'all are done with that, I'll load those cows on my train." said Mr.Wesley. "Good!" said Slim. "Can ya give me a ride back to town?" Mr.Wesley asked. "Sure thing, Mr.Weasley." Slim replied. "It's 'Wesley'." Mr.Wesley corrected.

The boys were told to stay and wait for Alameda to return after giving Mr.Wesley a ride back to town. "What will be our hide out?" Phil asked. "Maybe we'll live in a abandoned barn." said Bill. Minutes later, Slim arrived. "What now?" Gill asked. "When we got to town. I told Mr.Weasley once I find our hideout, I'll meet with him. Then we can get business started! He'll be in town until tomorrow afternoon." Alameda explained. "Where are we gonna go?" Bill asked. "You idiot! I told all of y'all that we have to find a place first!" Slim snapped. "We have to think. What is one place any lowlife would go to hide from the law?" Slim questioned himself. With a little thinking, Slim had an idea. "Ok boys, I know a great hideout." he said. "Where is it?" Phil asked. "You'll see when we get there." said Slim. "Now saddle up!" he ordered. The boys got on there horses and followed their uncle.

They spent the rest of the day looking for a hideout. They didn't stop. Slim knew he couldn't spend the rest of his new life as an outlaw, the kind running from justice and hiding when he would have the chance. He didn't want to be that bandit, which would spend the rest of his days in the desert with no shelter. That would make him an easy target. Then, much later. It was night time. The new outlaws arrived at an abandoned mine. "What's this?" Gil asked. "Cain't ya read the sign?! This here is Echo Mine! It's been abandoned for many years. This would make a great lair!" Slim replied. "Let's go in." he ordered. Slim and the boys went in the mine. The animals followed. They looked around the mine. It was cold, dark and perfect.

"Uncle Slim, if this is our new hideout? What are we going to to do if there are rodents other animals?" Gil asked. Bill answered, "I guess the best thing to do is-" Bill was interrupted by his unlce. "Enough of that!" Slim snapped. "We have businesses to discuss. Slim explained his plan once again to the boys. "Wait, where's Phil?" Slim asked. "I'm over here uncle Slim. Look what I found." said Phil. "Um, Phil. Why are ya holding a jackrabbit?" Slim questioned as he pointed to the jackrabbit Phil was holding. "I found it. Can I keep it?" Phil asked holding the animal tighter. "No, are there more?" Slim asked. "I think so." Phil replied. Slim made a greedy smile. "Gil I believe you were right. All of you, gather some dynamite." Slim demanded.

Phil, Bill and Gil; gathered some dynamite that they could find. They placed it in different parts of the mine. Once they finished, Slim lit a match and put it near the dynamite. Then him and his nephews ran to a safe place and covered their ears. Loud noises were heard from all around. Slim liked it and let out an evil laugh that echoed. The boys were frightened. Especially Bill. He thought he saw a group of jackrabbits run for their lives. Deep down he wanted to keep that jackrabbit too.

It expulsions stopped. It was over. Dust cleared, revealing rocks of all sizes. It was a mess. "Well boys I think we finished, but we need to clean up from the explosions. Instead we'll do that tomorrow. We got a heard of cows the steal!" said Slim with greed. "Can I bring the rabbit?" Phil asked still holding the jackrabbit. "Phil I thought I told you to get rid of that thing!" Slim yelled with anger. "Ok I'll put it outside." said Phil with a little disappointment. "Cain't do one thing I ask!" Slim muttered to himself in annoyance. Phil put the jackrabbit outside the mine. It ran away without looking back. Phil came back. Slim and the other two were climbing on their horses and Junior. "What farm are we robbing?" Gil asked. "The Zwicker Farm. Now let's get moving!" Slim ordered. The they left the mine, determined to come back with many cows enough to please Mr.Wesley.

The job was successful. Slim went to Chugwater to meet Mr.Wesley. Mr.Wesley arrived later night on a train. Gil, Bill and Phil were ordered to count each of the cows a load them to the train. "4607." said Gil as he read from the notepad to not lose count. "4607! That's more than what I expected!" said Mr.Wesley astonished. "I don't want to know how you do it." Slim smiled, "If I did tell you, it wouldn't be a secret. Now let's count the money!"

Now.

Slim stopped for a moment. He remembered that night like yesterday. That first night gave him vengeance. Not only that, he enjoyed the Zwicker farmer having to sell his land to a crook who stole his cattle without knowing it. "Uncle Slim, are ya going to-" Gil stopped. "Be patient!" Slim roared. "As y'all may know," he continued "We were successful. When that sucker had to sell his land to me, there was some flaws. The word have gotten out and how could I buy the farm without the farmer knowing it?" "You used magic!" said Phil. "You have to be the most stupid nephew, that I have the most displeasure, to be related to!" Slim yelled with great fury. Leaving all 3 boys to shake and hug each other as a strange defense.

"Now. Without any of you simpletons interupting, I'll continue. When I do, don't say anything else that reminds of your ignorance! Ya hear?" Slim demanded for an answer. The boys were still shaking. All 3 brothers nodded for an answer. Slim began once again. "The last step of the plan was to buy the farm. Like I said there was some flaws. Luckily I'm so crafty (much smarter than y'all) to fool anyone!"

In the story once again.

Alameda Slim was going thorough his all his clothes. He was in a hurry. The boys were cleaning parts of the mine from the last night explosion. Ever since they claimed the mine to be their new home and liar, Slim wanted to make big plans. There would be stalls to put the animals in, rooms for them to sleep in and a meeting room. When they would steal a herd of cattle, the herd would be put in the middle of the mine (which is where the meeting room would be), next to the train entrance.

The auctions for the Zwicker farm was at 11:00 am sharp. Slim had only one hour to get there. Right now it was only 9:47 am! Slim had planed to wear a disguise so that no one would recognize him. Unfortunately he had no clothes that would be convincing enough. The farmer reported that someone stole his cattle and left no trace got out last night. But that won't stop Slim. He continued looking. Then he found a purple suit and hat. He stared at it. "I haven't worn this since the funeral." Slim whispered to himself. He hesitated to put it on. Then he had the courage to do so. Slim looked in his mirror. He almost didn't recognize himself. The disguise was perfect! Although it still needed something. Slim found some reading glasses and a cane. It was complete.

Slim got on Junior and headed to the auction. The Willies were too busy cleaning to notice there uncle left them without telling them. Later Slim arrived at the auction on time. There was lots of rich people. They were focused on buying the animals; such as what was left of the animals, which were horses and ducks. Others bided for the furniture the farmer had. Slim was worried that someone wanted their hands on the farmer's land too.

"How much for the whole farm?" asked the farmer with sorrow. Slim could feel the adrenaline running through his veins. He knew how much money he had that was given to him by Mr.Wesley in exchange for the cattle he stole from this farmer in one night."$670!" said a rich man. "$878!" called out a rich woman. No one spoke anything else. "$878 going once. Going twice-" said the Zwicker farmer. "$1864!" Slim called out. Everyone couldn't believe what they heard. Their eyes were wide and mouths opened with no words coming out. Not even the farmer could believe it. "What did you say?" he asked. "$1864!" Slim said greedily. "What is your name?" the farmer asked again. Slim didn't know what to say. He knew he couldn't give out his full real name. "Yancy O' Del." Slim replied. "It's all yours, everything." said the Zwicker farmer as he hesitated to give the deed to the person in disguise who caused him to go bankrupt. Slim signed the deed with his fake identity. A sign was put in front of the yard it read: Property of Y.O'Del.

It's been a while, no? I haven't updated this since... APRIL?! Now it's June!? Wow! I've been cought up writing The lucky one and my new one, Mysterious of the West. I do what I can.