Her heart pounds as she tries desperately to escape the clutches of her captors. She is racing against all odds, going out into the desert to get away. Her wish will never come true, however. Her horse gallops onward as he did for five days straight, she was running out of time, she needed water; but refused to take it from Demeanor and his ruthless gang of cutthroats and murderers. ' The city I was told of cannot be much farther,' she tried to convince herself. But this time her intuition came into play as she approached a new mountain-like rock she and her horse would have to go up. As she neared the top of the rock she saw a city. ' Yes! Home free! Now someone can help me!'
She rode into the street and stopped her horse, they couldn't touch her now. A man in a white button-up shirt and brown pants is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the house across from her. Her pursuers come up fast and surround her," We got you this time! The only difference is that this time; you've got nowhere to hide from us."
The men dragged her to the jailhouse and chained her hands together. The man on the porch looked on, but said nothing. It was even hard to tell what his expression was given that he had on the darkest pair of orange sunglasses she had ever seen. She fought with every ounce of strength she had left until finally she could barely move. The man on the porch rose to his feet and asked," Exactly what has she done to make you treat her this way?"
"This little, young, lady's name should be enough to answer that, mister. Her name's July the Dangerous. She is accused of running with the Humanoid Typhoon and actually sheltering him during his time of injury."
The man's eyes widened in disbelief," You don't say. Let me have a look at her face, see if she's as pretty as they say on the posters," gently he removed her hat leaving a gaping side wound open to view, he gasped," you didn't even tend to the bullet hole you put in her?!" the man was shocked.
"Couldn't catch up with her."
The blonde-haired man rose and drew a large, long, silver gun. He cocked it and aimed," Don't make me shoot you, these bullets are not meant for your body, let her go," the men around him laughed and jeered.
"Yeah, buddy. We'll let her go, as soon as she's done her time in jail! Come on sweetheart!" he begin to drag her away. Suddenly there was a loud crack and the man slumped to the ground clutching his side. One of the men came at her, quickly she jumped up in the air and did a spin kick knocking him to the ground," Anyone else want some?" she grinned at them.
"Look you little wench! We're taking you in and you'd just better get used to the fact!" the men started toward her, she got into a fighting stance," Bring it on!" the men were determined to make her regret those words, all five of them advanced at a rather fast pace. Suddenly the blonde man pushed her behind him and his hands lowered at the wrists in a machine-like manner and two guns appeared. The men stopped short, stared in shock for a moment and then turned, mounted their horses and rode away. July fell to the ground and looked up at her rescuer. Wondering who he was she begin to lose consciousness.
"Hang on, I got you," he cradled her in his arms," Let's go get you something to eat," he carried her to the nearest saloon.
She rode into the street and stopped her horse, they couldn't touch her now. A man in a white button-up shirt and brown pants is sitting in a rocking chair on the porch of the house across from her. Her pursuers come up fast and surround her," We got you this time! The only difference is that this time; you've got nowhere to hide from us."
The men dragged her to the jailhouse and chained her hands together. The man on the porch looked on, but said nothing. It was even hard to tell what his expression was given that he had on the darkest pair of orange sunglasses she had ever seen. She fought with every ounce of strength she had left until finally she could barely move. The man on the porch rose to his feet and asked," Exactly what has she done to make you treat her this way?"
"This little, young, lady's name should be enough to answer that, mister. Her name's July the Dangerous. She is accused of running with the Humanoid Typhoon and actually sheltering him during his time of injury."
The man's eyes widened in disbelief," You don't say. Let me have a look at her face, see if she's as pretty as they say on the posters," gently he removed her hat leaving a gaping side wound open to view, he gasped," you didn't even tend to the bullet hole you put in her?!" the man was shocked.
"Couldn't catch up with her."
The blonde-haired man rose and drew a large, long, silver gun. He cocked it and aimed," Don't make me shoot you, these bullets are not meant for your body, let her go," the men around him laughed and jeered.
"Yeah, buddy. We'll let her go, as soon as she's done her time in jail! Come on sweetheart!" he begin to drag her away. Suddenly there was a loud crack and the man slumped to the ground clutching his side. One of the men came at her, quickly she jumped up in the air and did a spin kick knocking him to the ground," Anyone else want some?" she grinned at them.
"Look you little wench! We're taking you in and you'd just better get used to the fact!" the men started toward her, she got into a fighting stance," Bring it on!" the men were determined to make her regret those words, all five of them advanced at a rather fast pace. Suddenly the blonde man pushed her behind him and his hands lowered at the wrists in a machine-like manner and two guns appeared. The men stopped short, stared in shock for a moment and then turned, mounted their horses and rode away. July fell to the ground and looked up at her rescuer. Wondering who he was she begin to lose consciousness.
"Hang on, I got you," he cradled her in his arms," Let's go get you something to eat," he carried her to the nearest saloon.