Chapter 3

WANTED: DEAD OR ALIVE

Wendell Borter

For destruction of public property, kidnaping, personal robbery, carriage theft, horse theft.

$50.00

Wendell stopped the carriage when he saw the dim-lights of another city. He led the horses a while off the road and set up a small little camp. He took out some of his food and started to cook it over a fire he made. He was going to check out the cases of money in he morning. For now, he was just going to sit out the night. He remembered the girl and opened the door. She glared at him with eyes that could scare a horse to death. He carried her out of the carriage and took of the cloth around her mouth. She spat into his face and said

"You no good sunuva bitch, I'll kill you so many times, you'll wish you were never fuckin born, you dirty–'' He quickly put the cloth back around her mouth and casually said.

"Well then, I guess no food or clothes for you." He paused, "Now, do you think you could keep your whore-ass trap shut for a minute?" The girl nodded, remembering the importance of food and clothing. Wendell took off her mouth cloth, and put a spoon of beans into her mouth. She never took her eyes off of him, and swallowed the food. She then said "So when am I gonna get some new outfit?" Wendell laughed. "Woman, I lied about that part. Now, finish your beans."

The next morning, Wendell opened one of the cases and took 150 dollars. He tied a rope around the naked girls neck, tied the rope to the carriage, and rode one of the horses into town. He kept his hat low as he was bound to be famous by now. He went into a general store and looked at the women's clothing. He knew clothes for the girl were secondary, so he bought a small button-down blouse and some second-rate knickers with a gaping hole in the back. He threw them over the horse and rode down the road to the gun shop. He went in and walked up to the counter. The shop-keep came out. He was wiping the counter down with his one hand. When he noticed Wendell looking at the lack of limb, he smiled and said

"That's what you get for charging a Rebel fort. What do ya need, stranger?"

Wendell rubbed his chin and said "Well sir, do ya have any Winchesters around?"

The keep bent own and got the rifle. He looked it over and then said "Winchester rifle, 70 dollars." Wendell took out the money and gave an extra 10. He took the rifle and extra ammo and left the store. As he trotted down the road, he noticed a snoozing sheriff. Next to the law man was his poster, with a much bigger bounty. Wendell was much happier, but thought he would fetch more than $50. He had to find a way to get a bigger name. He was trotting on his horse past the train station when an Army train started to depart. He noticed Mexican colors waving off of one of the cars. Wendell face gleamed as he caught a glint of gold within an armored car. He got it: He'd steal the gold off the Mexican army train. But he knew that there wasn't any way possible he could do it now. He'd work his way up, start a gang, and then pull off the heist. But right now, He was going to get back to camp. He rode up to the station manager and yelled

"Hey buddy! Where does that there train go?"

The man looked at him through his big glasses

"Why that sonny, is the Mexican Army train. It goes from here all the way across the border to Cadero. Transports materials that we've traded with 'em."

Wendell tipped his hat and rode off towards camp. Just after he left, A grizzly old man walked out of the saloon. His eyes serious and stern, his hands tight around his belt. He affixed his hat and walked towards his horse.

Wendell had gotten there just in time, the naked hooker had just managed to rip the rope and was running towards Rockplain. He took out a lasso and rode after her. He laughed as he got the rope around her waist and started dragging her by her buttocks towards their camp. She yelped in pain and then stood up quickly. She started walking with Wendell, knowing that she couldn't escape. She looked at his bag.

"Well, did you get me some clothes, Borter the varmint?"

Wendell jumped off his horse when they got back to camp and through the clothes on the ground. He pulled her to him with his rope and kissed her, much to her protest.

"Well woman, whats yer name?", he said as he took her rope off.

"My name is Rose, you perv." She said as she struggled to button the top. She pulled the pants up and tied them around her waist with Wendell's lasso. She turned around, saw the hole, and glared at Wendell. He smiled, and smacked her exposed behind, causing her to jump forward, bursting the buttons from her blouse, exposing her breasts. She blushed, and covered them up. She tried to put the remaining button through the hole, but it didn't look any better. Wendell looked at her and said,

"Awwww, come on Rose, it's not like I haven't seen them already. Come on, Let's go get a room in town."

She grungily got on the horse. Wendell slung his rifle around his back, stuffed most of the money in his pocket, and went back to town.