Chapter 2
A week later they finished the saloon. Wendell had been camping for a week to see if people would go after him. He rode his stolen horse back into town and stopped in front of the Sheriff's office. He was eccentric. He read the poster:
WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE
Wendell Borter
For destruction of public property
$20.00
Wendell grimaced at the final number. 20 dollars for a dead man? He thought. He wanted to be a real desperado. If he was going to be a real legend, he needed to get a bigger price on his head. He turned to the saloon, which had drew a large group of people from the area to Rockplain. He slowly walked up to the swinging doors, and opened them. There was a pause, some squinting, a little laughter, and then everybody went back to their ruckus. He sat down at the bar, and said to the bartender
"Hey keep, give me a shot of whiskey."
The keep complied, and brought over a glass of whiskey. Wendell drank it, and forcedly gulped it down. The keep smirked, knowing how much of a lightweight Wendell was. He took out a 10 dollar bill.
"Give me your best room and youngest girl."
The keep grabbed the money, looked it over, and then stashed it in his pocket. He then plucked a silver coin out of his other pocket. He pointed to a room with a silver coin put into the door. Wendell nodded and went up the stairs. He walked up to the door, and opened it gently. In it he saw a changing fold-wall, with the silhouette of a girl changing behind it. He gulped as he took off his hat and said
"Well, looks like your mine for the night," He said as he took his shirt off.
The startled girl jumped, and looked around the wall. She looked him up and down, as he did her. She was a 20-something year old, with dirty brown hair done up in a pony tail.
"Well tough guy, what's your name?"
Wendell choked. He couldn't let anybody call him Wendell. He stammered
"Call me Borter. Now, hows about you come out from over there and give me my moneys-worth, huh?"
"Borter" woke up the next morning to the sound of a wagon rolling into town. He looked beside him, where the girl lay naked on the bed lying on her belly. He got up and looked at the wagon. 4 men exited with a large case, which they were bringing into the bank. Wendell looked into the carriage to see 4 more cases of the kind. He thought about it for a brief moment before he began his robbery attempt. He remembered the girl, and then ripped a piece of her dress off and tied it around her mouth. She drowsily woke up as he tied her hands and feet together. By the time she had realized where she was, she was over Wendell's shoulder. He climbed out of the window down the bed-sheet and ran over to the carriage with the girls muffled screams. He threw her into the carriage and locked the door. He then got up onto the driver's seat, and whipped the horses with a
"YAH YAH!"
Just as he started moving, the men came out again. They ran after him and yelled for the sheriff. The old sheriff ran out. With a glint in his eye he raised his rifle and shot at Wendell, putting a hole through his hat. Wendell screamed in joy as he had gotten away with 4 cases of money, 2 horses, and a beautiful girl.