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Chapter 2 – Wild, Wild, West.
Everything fell silent as the action around them diminished. Dust flew everywhere, and the silence was almost as eerie as the silence that came from a horror movie just as the killer came out to make his final move. Bosco looked left and then right. Then he looked left and right again.
They looked around and all they could see was sand, desert, and blazing sun. It was straight out something from a Clint Eastwood movie, only there were no famous people and there was no intelligent life but himself and his friend, Connor.
Shaking his head he looked at Connor, a very distraught look on his face that could burn a hole in leather. He calmly spoke to Connor, keeping his voice low but still sending a vibe that he was very angry. "I TOLD you we should have taken my car!"
Connor felt the hot desert heat pounding down on them. He disregarded Bosco's comment because it wasn't even legitimate to why this happened and continued on, looking at the unfamiliar surroundings.
He dusted off his pants and looked at the sun. "I wonder if we'll run across Wyatt Earp and his immortals." Pausing, he looked up at the sun again. "What the hell is up with this?"
"I know this has been overly used but, I don't believe we're in Kansas anymore, Toto," Bosco replied as a solitary hawk flew over them. Both of the city boys watched it as it soared overhead, its wingspan wide as it made it's way over the desert mountains and out of sight. That was a scene neither had seen living in the city, and they both watched as if it were a good movie.
This didn't make any sense to Bosco. Was he dreaming? That was IT! He had fallen asleep while Connor was singing and he was just fine. This wasn't happening. "All right, I can do this," he thought. This was just a creative dream that he was having, something he did do a lot. Soon he'd be awake and they'd be down in Florida on vacation.
"Well let's go meet the locals." Bosco said, knowing this was going to be fun for a dream since all things were possible, not seeing the look Connor gave him as he began walking North, just picking it out of know where.
Connor looked at Bosco like he was crazy. He thought that this could be some sign of the end of the world. In fact, he wasn't exactly sure what it was.
"Are their deserts in the state of New York?" He shook his head as they walked across the cracked ground that crunched under their shoes that had formed from months without rain.
They passed cactus after cactus until the site of an extremely small town was on the horizon. Connor shielded his eyes from the sun, trying to get a better view. "Shit, that's a damn mirage!"
"Yeah because I'm dreaming it," Bosco thought, rolling his eyes. This was all too real but dreams where like that, right? You could feel the sun bearing on you, and almost feel the sweat trickling down your back though deep in your mind your sub-conscience was screaming that this was NOT real!
It wasn't to long and they were in the town where they began to walk around, studying where they were and how they needed to act in this particular area. People were stopping dead in their tracks as they watched Connor and Bosco stroll down the street in their regular clothes, not matching any of the old west styles of clothes like long pants, boots, and long sleeved button up shirts. Most men had facial hair also, and both Connor and Bosco were clean-shaven. Needless to say, they stuck out like snow in July.
This was just too cool to be real! Bosco realized all he had to do now was hook up with a chick and this dream would be the best he ever had. He'd had some pretty wild dreams in the past but this is one he'd remember for a long time, seeing as the wild west never came into his mind like this.
Connor arched his eyebrow as he looked at everyone that was dressed in old west clothes. Heck, they even had guns on their hips that weren't concealed. He shook his head and walked up to a man standing on an old saloon porch, hearing the wood creak as they stopped in front of him.
"Hey man, can you tell me where the hell we are?"
The man spit out a wad of chewing tobacco and frowned as he wiped the remaining spit that landed on his cheek off with his sleeve. "This is Arizona. Looks like you boys are lost."
Connor stared back at him, his sarcasm showing through because he was so frustrated. "Arizona?" He looked up and down the street and back at the man, growing angry at the man's comment on them being lost. "Looks like you are quick to pick up detail."
Bosco hadn't paid much attention to what Connor and the man that looked like he could use a few dozen baths were saying, he was busy watching a woman that walked by, her chest was so tight up from her dress that he just wanted to follow her wherever she was headed.
"Watcha lookin' at my woman for youngin'?"
Bosco turned to see the man Connor was talking to was now talking to him. The only thing Bosco noticed was the man had no teeth. He could just feel his stomach wrenching from the site of that.
"I wasn't looking at your woman." Bosco retorted, his eyebrow arching at the man that looked ten times older than he truly was.
"What? Are you callin' me a liar?" The man glared at Bosco with the most evil look he could, trying to intimidate the strangers as much as possible.
Bosco stopped and thought for a second, shaking his head. He knew that these people out here in the west, the old west in particular did not take kindly to sarcasm, in fact they probably didn't even understand it, but this was a dream right? He could play around with it. "Maybe I am."
Connor felt like he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him. He glared at Bosco, sending him the dirtiest look that he could and hit his hand up against Bosco's chest. "Dude, do you know -anything- about well.." he trailed off, knowing Bosco had no clue about the old west. "He's not calling you a liar."
The man leaned up against the wooden pole, trying some sort of intimidation tool to somehow scare them. "Are you saying I'm stupid then?"
Connor moved some dirt around with his tennis shoe, his patience wearing thin. No matter what they said or would say to him, he'd just find some way to argue with them. "You are more simple minded than I thought."
"Why I oughta.." It was evident the old cowboy was angry with that last comment, and he stood up straight, getting closer to them, his stench thick in their nostrils. Then out of nowhere the cowboy grabbed his gun and began to aim it at them as if they were deer's on the opening day of deer season. Connor saw the gun un-holstered first and grabbed Bosco. They hit the ground hard, but the cowboy shot the gun anyway. The bullet whizzed by, skinning Bosco in the arm. His first instinct was to grab his arm, so he did seeing a small blotch of blood that had saturated his shirtsleeve.
"Hey that actually hurt! Why do I have this feeling this isn't a dream?" Bosco yelled out, knowing in a dream you were usually invincible with no painful feelings.
"Because its not!" Connor yelled, quickly standing up and grabbing Bosco by the arm. They took off into a dead sprint while the old boozehound yelled obscenities as they left him in the dust.
They finally came to a halt outside of town hiding behind one of the old wooden houses.
Connor ran his hands over his sweat soaked hair. "The guy said we were in Arizona. Did I somehow fall asleep and you took over the wheel cause damn, how did we get here so fast? And why the hell are they dressed like its 1885 or something?"
"No this was my dream and you butted in some how! You WERE driving this is just unreal, or we are tripping on LSD! This can't be happening!" Bosco began to pace, thinking it'd bring up an idea. "I got it! We walked onto a set and they're pulling a prank!" Bosco saw the look on Connor's face. "Can you do any better?"
Connor couldn't help but give a small laugh towards his partner. "I guess we should make the best of it while it's happening, cause I sure as hell have no idea." He then looked to his left where a horse corral was located. "You ever ride a horse before?"
Before Bosco could answer the old drunkard came from around the corner, hobbling on everything that seemed to be in his way. "You sons of bitches, I'm gonna kill you!" He aimed his old fashioned handgun at them, shooting but missing, making the bullet hit the adobe behind them.
Connor grabbed Bosco's arm. "If not, it's time for you to try! We gotta get outta here!" They ran towards the corral, grabbing the first two horses that were nearest to them.
Bosco in all his years never would have thought that he'd ride a horse. In fact, he never wanted to ride a horse. He never had a problem with the animal, in fact he loved watching the Kentucky Derby but watching it is one thing, and riding is something totally different. He put his foot into the stirrup and lifted himself up. He watched Connor as he looked like a pro. He had already gotten his horse into full gallop and Bosco's was still standing in one spot.
"Come on! High ho silver, away!" Nothing happened. He then rocked back and forth. "Come ON YOU STUPID ANIMAL GO! You're like a DAMN COW!" The drunk was shooting at them again and it was for the best because that caught the horse unaware and sent it into a dead sprint, his horse flying passed Connor's.
"HOW DO YOU STOP THIS THING?" Bosco yelled back to Connor.
Connor lightly kicked the side of his horse, sending him into a trot to catch up to Bosco. He yelled at him. "Pull back on the reins!!" He then made the horse run faster, now catching up to Bosco. "Pull on the leather straps, those are called the reins. Pull back on them!!"
Bosco did as he was instructed to but Connor forgot to say do it gently or the horse will get even with you. The horse immediately threw its head down and reared his back up a little so Bosco was promptly thrown off and his body slammed right into a nice big plump cactus with a loud thud as the dust flew up around them.
Bosco began to jump up and down as he yelled out every curse word in the book. He looked at his horse, and if he knew better the horse just snickered at him as if he were saying, 'That's what you get for not knowing how to ride me.'
Connor halted his horse and hopped off. "Holy hell you'd think a guy like you would've rode a horse in his life a time or two." He couldn't help but let out a low laugh, low enough for Bosco NOT to hear him. "That's gonna hurt for awhile."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, SHUT UP!" Bosco could feel all of the nice tiny little puncture wounds and sticks that where left by the cactus. Cactus thorns might be tiny, but they sure did hurt like they were knives. "I been in New York all my life, no need to ride a horse!" He looked away and then back at Connor. "The only horse I had was a mustang!"
"That's a shame." Connor nodded. "Don't expect me to pick out the thorns from your ass either." He was finding this amusing, way too amusing considering the circumstances.
"Its your fault Connor! Acting all high and mighty because you know how to ride a horse." Bosco said as he stood up, dusting himself off.
"My fault?" Connor pointed at his chest. "My fault? You should've got on the back of mine and let me do the work! Its your fault for never taking the time to LEARN just HOW to ride one!!"
"Oh yeah, I want to be all nice and cuddly behind a man." Bosco imagined that, not feeling comfortable with it at all. "Next time I get transported back in time I'll be sure to have horse lessons under my belt." His tone was sarcastic as he finished picking the rest of the thorns out.
"So you'd rather be covered in cactus than take the initiative and swallow your pride by letting me get us out of here without having our heads shot off!" The dust began to blow around them. "Next time we come across some 'cowboy' how about you remember the old west rules?" Connor patted his pants, knocking some dirt out of them that had collected from the wind.
Bosco smirked. "Old west rules? Connor, you really need a life."
"Just hear me out." Connor held his hand up. "First off, I don't know what is going on but you need to understand you can't go around insulting people like we do in New York. They don't like being called liars or any cut down for that matter so chill out with that. Second, they love their women, whore or not, so make sure if you are going to look at a lady, make sure she's not catching someone else's eye at the same time. Third, don't cheat in poker if you ever do in fact play poker. It's simple, basically, just don't be yourself, for heaven's sake."
"Don't be yourself?" Bosco trailed off. "How many times have I heard that one before from Faith?"
He could just see this going over so well. Bosco not being himself and not yelling at some greasy overbearing ugly mother who should be in the ground somewhere, and not walking around the living.
"Tell me this Connor oh brilliant one, how are you not going to be yourself?" Bosco replied, a sarcastic smirk erupting on his face. He knew damn well that Connor was exactly like him and not being yourself and not telling idiots how you felt was simply asking him to be gay which wasn't going to happen in this lifetime!
Connor licked his lips, feeling thirst overtake him. Bosco had a very good point about that, and he really had no answer for him. "I guess we are in a load of shit."
"Well, I guess we should get back on the cows," Bosco stated. He saw the glare from Connor and put his hand up. "I mean horses.... and go somewhere before we die of dehydration."
Connor got on his, moving the reins side to side. "You sure you can handle it this time?"
"Guess I'm going to have to." He stepped up to the horse, wanting to prove to Connor he could do it this time, he did think of himself as a fast learner so it was now or never. He tried not to show his unsteadiness as he approached it, and shot Connor an uneasy grin. "You be nice to me and I'll be nice to you. I won't make you dog food or glue if you treat me good!" He grabbed the reins and got back up on the horse, kicking it softly and followed Connor.
Everything was going smoothly until Bosco's horse decided to take a dump.
"AWWW MAN." Bosco spun around to see the tail going up, the stench hitting his nostrils hard. "What on, couldn't you have WAITED?!"
"Yeah, he just couldn't wait for the nearest gas station along this long stretch of highway." Connor petted his horse's main. His mind wondered to how much law they had already broken. "I guess we are considered horse thieves now too."
"Yeah what else could go wrong? Indians are going to yell at us for taking their land?"
Bosco spoke to soon, for on the horizon something was kicking up dust and the warrior cry that was let out could only mean one thing, they were in a heavy populated area of Native Americans.
Connor wished he had some binoculars or something to see far away, but their luck wasn't going well at all. "Yeah, which means we have a better chance of survival with that old drunk back in that town. They'll take our scalps for sure."
"But aren't they suppose to be nice?" Bosco said looking on the horizon almost feeling the adrenaline start to pump. "Maybe they will leave us alone if we cry peace?" He said helplessly, hoping anything would work to save their lives.
"It depends on what tribe they are whether or not they are nice. And I really don't want to wait and find out, because the way it's been going it won't be in our favor," Connor answered. He then guided the horse to turn around. "Looks like they are headed this way anyway."
"Yeah." He tried doing what Connor did but his horse was about as stubborn as him, trying to make his life even harder. "TURN...can't this thing have a freaking turn signal!" What he was failing to do was put the pressure on the side he wanted the horse to turn. He only turned the reins making the horse very ornery and not happy. The horse was still standing still, not even taking a step forward. "Giddy up you blasted thing!" Finally not even realizing what he had done, the horse started after Connor and then they were into a full fledge gallop, sending Bosco into a ride of his life. Connor was enjoying every minute and Bosco, of course, was not having fun.
They reached a canyon and were able to hide behind some hills before the Indians got to them. Connor got off his horse and washed his face off with some water trickling down the river. It was as cool as water as you could find in a desert canyon, and it was better than nothing so he enjoyed it as it trickled down his face.
"I think we need to go buy a couple of Stetsons, black one's that represent bad guys."
Bosco was to busy picking the wedgy between his ass to care about buying anything. "Buy? How do you think we are to buy anything? All we have on us is modern American money!" He spat back as he drank up some of the water, letting it go down his hot burning throat. "What in the hell is a Stetson?"
Connor rolled his eyes, finally realizing just how much Bosco DIDN'T know about stuff like this. "It's a damn cowboy hat!"
"Excuse ME mister ill-tempered! I just asked a question!" He hated this situation. He wasn't in his own realm, his own ballpark, he had no idea what was going on, and Connor had a better grasp. He kicked a rock as hard as he could, sending it off the wall and bouncing into the water.
"So cowboy expert where off to now?"
Connor ran his hands over his horse. "Well, since we are trying to avoid trouble as much as possible I think we need to go into town and get some clothes that actually fit in this time period! We need to get some guns and ammunition, you know how that goes."
Bosco nodded, agreeing about the ammunition and weapons. It was a necessity to have those. "Yeah, I feel naked without my gun." He realized it was still in the car, wherever the car was.
"So back on the beast of burden, yippie kyyay!" Bosco said as he rolled his eyes.
They went back into the same town, only to find the man they endured before passed out in a stench of liquor on the steps of an old bar. Connor felt more comfortable knowing that and they found the nearest store that considered itself "luxuries".
They walked in and looked around the dusty room. "Well, I guess we are going to have to buy cowboy hats, no matter how ridiculous we look." He grabbed a black one and looked in the brim of the hat.
"You keep saying buy! We aren't going to buy anything! We don't have the money," Bosco whispered. "We might as well stick him up and take the clothes and make a run for it."
"Buy, steal, it's all the same in these times." Connor shrugged as he picked up some spurs shaped like stars. "Now these, these might not be a good idea for you seeing as you already kick the shit out of the horse anyway." He let out a laugh as he let the spurs make a clanking sound when he set them back down on the shelf.
"I don't kick the shit out of it," Bosco mumbled. "Besides, I got it going didn't I?" Bosco turned away from Connor, in search of his perfect outfit. He spotted it across the room and tried it on. It fit him good, and he liked it. "Hey this looks pretty tight, what'cha think?" He asked Connor as he walked out of the dressing room.
Connor nodded as he looked at the clothes he had decided to even give a look at. "Okay, I guess this is what we'll get."
They both made their way to the exit of the store, hoping no one would take immediate notice to them not paying. As luck would have it, someone spoke up right as they made their move.
"Hey you have to pay for those!" An older lady in a low cut dress came from behind the dusty counter, her hands on her hips as she came up to them.
"Maybe later, but for now we've gotta go." Bosco winked at her.
Connor gave a wave and a sarcastic smirk and they were out the door, amazed at how easy they were getting away with it. "You know, we can get guns for pretty cheap."
"How so?"
Connor pointed at a saloon on a dusty street corner. "Take a couple off of some guys that have blacked out from the liquor."
They stepped into the Orient Saloon and listened to the piano playing in the background and a quick mental flash of The Three Amigo's came to Bosco's mind. He smirked as the song played in the back of his head. 'My little buttercup has the sweetest smile.' He then realized Connor was saying something.
Connor leaned against the bar. "Give me anything you got." He then slowly reached to his side, grabbing the gun from the drunk's holster on his hip. He then looked up at the bartender who held his shot of whiskey. "Thanks." He knew when things went this easily for him that they'd soon come back and bite them in the ass, but for now it was fine so he wasn't going to worry about it.
He averted his attention at the lady singing at the piano. He nearly dropped his shot glass. She was singing something so angelic that he couldn't even tell what it was. And she had the features of an angel that everyone in the room seemed to disappear.
"Remember the rules! The stupid rules!" Bosco spoke ever so loudly for Connor to hear. He was surprised he even remembered them, but somebody had to because Connor obviously wasn't thinking with his head right now, or the right one for that manner.
The bartender that was busy wiping down a glass looked at Bosco and Connor and then leaned in. "You boys aren't around here are yah?"
"Why do you say that?" Bosco asked back, growing more suspicious by the second.
"You talk funny!"
"I WHAT!" Bosco immediately got angry about the fact that somebody was making fun of his New York accent.
Connor's attention was still at the girl that was singing at the piano. It was like he was in some kind of trance. "Must go talk to her." He then started her way, not caring about the "rules." She was way too beautiful to follow the rules.
The bartender's eyes got wide, pointing in Connor's direction. "I know who you are...you are him!"
Bosco looked around, growing confused at the words that were spoken by the stranger. "Who is who?"
"He's Billy the Kid." It fell silent. A pin drop could be heard in a room that was once so loud you couldn't hear yourself talk. Everybody turned at who was making the accusation.
"You're saying he..." Bosco turned to Connor "...is Billy the Kid?" Bosco let those words settle a moment and then broke out laughing. "Thanks for the joke!"
Connor stopped and turned around. This pulled him out of his so-called trance. "Do what? You think I'm Billy the Kid?" He wasn't sure if he was flattered or offended by this.
The bartender set the glass he was washing down and walked to him. "Get out of my bar before I get Sheriff Isaacs in here you scoundrel! Take yer buddy with you!"
Connor flashed him a confused look. "Yeah, and you are mistaken." Connor didn't even look like Billy the Kid. That's all they needed now, rumors going around about him being the Kid. That was attention they surely didn't need.
"You know how much of a reward they pinning on yer head? They's giving us $400 to whoever turns you in, dead or alive."
"No shit, I might have to take you in Billy." Bosco said mocking Connor now. "Least it's your head and not mine for a change."
The bartender looked at Bosco. "They said whoever Billy was with gits to go in too, for a 100 buck reward so I'd shut yer trap."
Connor raised his eyebrows towards Bosco, mocking the bartender's accent. "Yeah, I'd shut it allllllllright!" He wasn't sure why he did that but he was feeling obnoxious, and he was tired of the bartender acting superior so it was time to let out his anger.
Bosco then got a brilliant idea. They had no money, they were in a saloon that had tons of it, and in a situation where the bartender was vulnerable. He glanced at Connor, talking to him with body movements and facial expressions, letting him know just what he was up to.
"This is a stick up give me all your money right now!"
Connor followed suit to Bosco, grabbing some money that was lying on the bar. "Yeah, now I'll show you Billy the Kid." He hit one man coming at him over the head with his gun, then turned to the pretty gal that sang at the piano who had fear written all over her face. "Don't worry, I won't hurt that pretty face of yours." Connor smiled at her and went back to business; almost leaning in to kiss her but didn't have the time.
"Put your hands where I can see them! Everybody drop your weapons, kick them this way!" Everybody did what they were told, and were surprisingly cooperative. Bosco then grabbed the bartender's hand and shoved him as hard as he could. "Okay get on the ground or I'll blow your face off you jagoff!"
"Jagoff?" One man questioned from a table, not recognizing the lingo coming from Bosco.
Connor turned around and frowned. "Yeah, that's right! Jagoff! Now say another word and I'll make sure you'll never be able to speak again." He then grabbed the bag. "Let's get outta here."
They turned to leave when they saw what was the sheriff of the town walking down the small, dusty street, aware of the situation.
"Perfect," They both spoke simultaneously, knowing the robbery would grow challenging sooner or later.
TBC....
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