Well here's a new chapter. Not really sure hahah if anybody is reading this, but we still wanted to produce a new one for you. So if you like it, drop us a line, but umm if there grammar mistakes yeah sorry lol we did our best!
Only character we own, or that be Boscogirl, is Connor.
P.S. oh yeah btw, before I forget BAD CURSING, but what do you expect from two Officers of the law? ;)
Chapter 3 Wild, Wild West Part 2"What's he going to do, tell us to freeze?" The two guys stepped out of the bar with the money bags in their hands and they tried not to look over at the sheriff but, out of the their perspective vision, both Connor and Bosco could see the sheriff just pulled his gun.
"FREEZE." Bosco rolled his eyes. "I really hate putting my foot in my mouth."
They both took off running and just as that happened the men from the bar came running out shooting and yelling. Bosco and Connor jumped; actually Connor jumped on his Bosco climbed but he still was able to get on his horse and take off.
As Bosco and Connor took off running the other way, just as they passed the swinning doors, open they came hitting the sides of the building as them men came running out hooting and hallowing and drawing pistols to aim at the two cops. Bosco and Connor jumped on their horses; actually Connor did a nice leap Bosco well his was more of a slow climb but he still got his horse and they took off. Just before they were out of ear shot Bosco yelled over his shoulder.
"YIPPEE-KI-YAH, MOTHER FUCKER!"
They rode out into the foothills and out of sight of the town they had made trouble in twice in one day. The sun was beginning to set as Connor looked at the horizon. "Yeah, so I'm Billy the Kid now. You sure did uphold that reputation with that stick up too." Connor winked.
Bosco shrugged "Might as well, thought if they were fearful enough....maybe they will come up with something cool for me." Thinking for a second Bosco commented "don't you feel like were stuck in Young Guns and any second Emilo Esteviz is going to be popping out saying he's Billy the kid?"
"Or better yet, the real Billy the Kid will come popping up from behind a damn mesquite tree or something." Connor really wished he didn't say that because he heard a horse approaching, and surprise, surprise, it was someone that pretty much fit the image of Billy the Kid.
Connor watched as the guy got off of his horse. "Where exactly are you boys from?" The young man asked as he walked closer to them.
"Who wants to know?"
"No need to get hostile, just curious." The mysterious man patted the back of his horse and the beast took off to find some grass to graze on, but it is a little difficult to find being in the desert.
"New York." Bosco said, realizing it can't be too much harm in this man knowing, what was he going to do, call them a liar?
Connor proudly stated "California."
The man folded his arms over his chest. "Never been to New York...oh well not much of a lost aye?"
Connor looked at the man with a questionable look. "Who the hell are you?"
"William H. Bonnie...or Billy to most." Bosco looked over to see if Connor would have any reaction, but Connor kept a pretty straight poker face, Bosco had to hand it to him, Bosco couldn't help look at the actual Billy the Kid and then back at Connor thinking 'how in the hell had these people gotten these two mistaken?'
"You are?" Billy looking at Bosco then at Connor, now wanting to know their names since they now knew his.
Bosco was panicking in his head, he had hoped maybe Connor would inject but nothing from his partner and so as his mind began to scramble and faces became a blur he finally blurted out something, and he began to mentally kick himself.
"Eastwood, Clint Eastwood." Internally Bosco was thinking 'Yeah sure make it sound like James Bond, Bosco you idiot. Then again they don't know who James Bond is, not for a few hundred years at least.'
Billy looked at Connor. "And you?" Bosco and Connor got off their horses so they were talking to Billy face to face.
"John Wayne. So you are THE Billy the kid huh? Yeah sure."
"You don't believe me, why?"
"Because they," Connor was close enough to Bosco he took his elbow and hit him in the gut causing him to stop what he was about to blurt out, how Connor was being called Billy. For all they knew Billy could shoot Connor dead right there just for people saying that.
"You sure are a weird bunch."
Connor looked at Billy. "So, how many men have you really killed?"
Billy thought about it, looking up and then counting he then nodded his head as he spoke.
"oh, around 10. I say 20 just to look good though."
Bosco let out a laugh. "Who's counting?" Saying it as a mock. Billy then looked at Bosco. "I am." Bosco bout rolled his eyes "Yes I can see that."
Dropping the subject Billy the Kid quickly changed the topic to try and find out more about these intriguing guys. What was getting Billy was these guys defiantly didn't act like they were from around here.
"So where you boys headed off to?"
Connor could not believe Billy, calling them boys. "First of we out age you son, and second we are headed to Mexico."
Billy nodded. "Mexico. I see." Anybody who wanted to go to Mexico meant trouble, they had to get out of the states because they done to much crime and probably had bounty hunters on them, or that's what Billy assumed.
Connor looked at Billy and then at Bosco. "Yeah, you are kinda being nosey."
Billy glared at him. "That's right." Before he could say anything else a militia of men could be heard coming, the horse hoofs beating onto the dessert sand, as they came around one of the hills, and getting closer to where they were staking out.
Staying down as far as they could, the two officers crawled towards the bolder Billy had been resting his back to and he peered over then sat back down, glancing at Bosco and Connor who were waiting for the details of what was coming.
"There must be about fifteen of them right now….," loading his bullets and then checking them over by looking down the barrel of the gun he looked back at them, "I do hope you boys have guns."
Bosco glanced at Connor and shook his head. "Bank robbing is one thing, but I don't wanna kill anybody unless I have to," taking a chance then Bosco peeked around the corner of the bolder to get his perception on the whole manner, "what if we kill somebody that's important later on, like an ancestor of ours?"
Billy's eyebrows went up, he had thought they were weird, but this bad? Maybe he really should just give himself in, he didn't' want to be killed next to some yellow belly's. As the men got closer, they had seen Bosco peek his head around the corner and decided to start scaring them by shooting off one of the bullets, as this happened it caused some rock to spray, and hit Bosco.
"Screw this, I'm killing anybody that shoots at ME!"
Connor thought about what Bosco had just said. "Good point, but I think I wanna survive too so I don't give a damn." He quickly stood up, shooting a guy aiming right at him. "Goodbye!" He waved and then rested back down behind the boulder.
Bosco nudged Connor to look at Billy who was enjoying it every inch of the way, thinking it was just one big game. He was laughing like a little kid, and after he would reload he jump back up and shoot off another couple rounds, while making some stupid comment in the process. For Bosco and Connor it wasn't something they enjoy, killing, it was just part of their job, being cops you are given a decision to take somebody's life if there trying to take yours. It wasn't like they would put it on their guns, a notch for every kill they made, and it wasn't a sport.
"I think we should get away from this schizoid before he takes us down with him." Bosco finally speaking up.
Connor looked at Billy. "Talk about burning in hell. Damn, and I thought we were crazy." Another bullet whizzed past, chipping some rock off. "Yeah, that was a close one."
"So what do you think we should do Wayne? I say make a run for the horses risk those guys chasing us but better then sticking around with trigger happy Billy."
"Well, Eastwood, I guess we need to make a run for it because we are outnumbered and I really don't wanna die here."
"Yeah can just see our tombstones now." In Bosco's head, he could see it 'Here rests Wayne and Eastwood, yeah I'm sure that would go over well with the actual people with that name.'
Shaking his head. "Okay on my count, 1, 2, 3" They both shot off heading for their horses not trying to be seen by the ones shooting at Billy the Kid. Jumping up onto the horses they kicked the horses into high gear.
"Oh shit we have company." Bosco turned and looked but then turned back around scared if he did anymore turning his ass would be falling off the horse.
Connor noticed how easily Bosco hopped on the horse and he couldn't help but say, "You are getting pretty good at that, Clint." With that they rode off, knowing they were being followed with bullets flying past their heads. Connor would shoot back every now and then but he didn't want to run out of bullets so he would ration them for the time being.
Hair flapping in the wind, running horse at full gallop, it was a night to be reckoned with and when the sound of a train could be heard off in the distance, both of them looked at each other and pushed their horse harder and faster then ever before.
"We should have a video camera!" Bosco exclaimed as they finally came upon the train and began making their way towards it. Knowing nobody would ever believe them when they pulled this stunt off, I mean how often do you see city boys hopping onto a train riding old fashion horses?
Connor ran as close to the train as he could, it wasn't like it was going fast or anything. He grabbed the nearest rail and pulled himself near the cold metal until he got onto the train. He then gave a small wave to the men following them, since they wouldn't take the chance and shoot at a train with innocent people on it. Bosco followed and with that they were headed to God knows where.
Bosco saw some of the stares that some of the people were giving them as they sat down. Then again if you saw a new face, and you knew they hadn't been a station for about oh say few days, you'd be giving them a look to.
"I have to say this again, this blows." Kicking his feet up.
Connor put more bullets in his gun and holstered it. "I think it's time we figure out how to get out of here and back to 2004. We need some answers, and quick."
"Is this possible I mean....." putting his two fingers to his eyes and then rubbing them still continue to talk "are we tripping on some drugs that we don't know about?" A man walked by and Bosco stopped rubbing his eyes and focused on Connor "I mean for Christ sakes these people smell worst then the bums that been livin out on the street for the last decade!"
Connor noticed two older women staring at them with disgust. "Yeah, they must be staring because they've never seen someone halfway clean." He then looked behind him at what looked like two gunslingers. "I don't recall taking any drugs, but I guess that's the point."
The train slowly came to a halt as some people began to look worried. Connor looked to his side out the window and saw some bandits out the window, their faces covered with bandanas. "Oh shit, you've gotta be kidding me!"
"Let me guess, Wylie E. Coyote is coming with the Road Runner in front I mean it can't get any worse then that?"
"Oh it can."
That's when the robbing bandits came up on the train and raced inside. The men blocked the exits to make sure they got every single woman and man, and as the leader pulled out his gun, he yelled out.
"EVERYBODY PUT YOUR HANDS UP RIGHT NOW!"
"you have GOT to be kidding me, this is complete bullshit!" Bosco yelled as he watched the armed men come in.
Connor kept his arms down as the men walked in the boxcar as they were told to put their hands up and not make any sudden movements. He really didn't want to give them any of their technology; God only knew the consequences of that action.
One bandit looked at a very prosperous man and pointed his gun at him. "Where's the gold and silver? Give me that pocket watch!!" The man handed him the watch with fear written all over his face.
Connor watched with amazement. The bandits then noticed Bosco and Connor, and how they stood out from the rest of the crowd on board. "You boys put your hands up like I told you."
Connor just flashed him a blank stare. Then without much expression responded back. "Fuck you."
The man wasn't happy with any fear coming from this man, and a man who wasn't afraid fought back. "Watch your tongue boy or I'll make you eat that."
Bosco leaned into Connor "I feel like we should break out into Wild, Wild, West song."
"Give me all your stuff." The guy who was nervous waving the gun at Connor and Bosco.
"What stuff we don't have anything! We didn't bring anything when we decided to make a trip to the 1800th century, if so we would of brought our Rolex's and our bling bling!" This only brought a very, very confused look from the gunman.
Connor looked at the men. "We don't have anything that could be of use to you so just back away and get stinky that's behind me." Speaking about the man that been sitting behind them and been smelling up the entire train it seemed.
The more experienced gunman got right in Connor's face. "You wanna get rid of that attitude?"
Connor made a disgusted face. "As long as you promise me you'll pop a tic tac." He then waved his hand in front of his face as if he were trying to get the bad smell to go away. This sent more confusion to the bandits.
"I'm going to blow this kid away." The guy said as he aimed his gun at Connor.
"Oh look at what you done Connor you stupid idiot." Bosco slamming his hands down hard onto his pants making a loud smacking sound as he stood up.
"Now who you going to and call an idiot, you stupid moron who told them I was Billy the Kid." Connor stood up throwing his hands up in the air.
The two began argue not caring about anybody else being there, it was just between them and nobody else and by God help anybody who got in their way when they argued.
"Yeah well you deserved it the way you lectured me on rules and then let Connor Jr., do the thinking!"
"Oh blow me Bosco!"
"Kiss my ass you faggot!"
Everybody was now staring at the two angered guys. That's just what they intended because when Bosco grabbed Connor's shirt he ducked on purpose so Bosco could hit the guy in back of him, and Connor tackling the guy to the right.
"Why you." The guy pointed and shot but nothing happened because as Bosco and Connor both shut their eyes a blinding light struck and everything went black for the two again.
"Why you…" The man had gotten back up and was pointing his gun and shot it off, but as both Bosco and Connor shut their eyes in reflex, a blinding light struck and everything went black.
At first Bosco thought he was dead, but when intense pain shot through his head as a headache came on strong, Bosco grabbed his skull as he spoke out loud. "oh my head!" When he opened his eyes and looked, all he saw was trees, but they weren't standing still they just kept going around in circles making Bosco feel nauseous. But through that hazy of dizziness he heard gunfire, and lots of it to.
"What you hear that?" Not wanting to sit up or do anything until the wave of dizziness disappeared.
Connor stood up but fell down again from being lightheaded. He noticed how green the land was and the trees surrounding them. He could even hear sheep in the distance from the plantation owners. He stood up again. "Where are we? In Scotland with a bunch of sheep?"
He then heard cannon fire and flinched, as did Bosco. They both got curious and walked a little ways to look over a field, which was a bit surprising because on one side it was read coats, on the other blue coats. ."Holy shit are we in Pennsylvania? This is the damn civil war!" He looked to his side at Bosco, where Bosco was just standing there with his mouth wide open in aw.
TBC….
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