Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but school got me busy. I don't how school is in your place, but here in Guam, it's pretty tough. Because of the overcrowding of freshmen (me included) the DOE decided that us freshmen should be separated from the upperclassmen and take classes in the afternoon, which would be 1pm to 6 pm. So yeah it's pretty tough. We don't get field trips! Anyways, please enjoy this chapter.

Chapter: 3

After purchasing all the live ammo he needed, Stranger heard an explosion coming from outside. He quickly ran out of the store and saw Six-shooter Sam and his gang of outlaws standing at the town entrance. He wore a long black leather trench coat, black pants, a belt made form skulls, and a huge black sombrero. He held two pistols with menacing blades pointing down from the handles. He pointed one of his pistols to the sky and pulled the trigger. The bullet it shot reached nearly 50 feet in the air. Then seconds later, it exploded. All the clakkerz in town fled back into their homes. "That, my little chicken friends, is a bomb bullet." Sam yelled. "Each of my pistols' bullet is filled with nitroglycerin. It'll explode just seconds after it's shot and it can definitely get some distance. It'll also explode the minute it touches another object after it's shot. But enough about that, let's get down to business. Now, give me my money, or I'll turn this dusty old town into a barren wasteland."

Stranger loaded his crossbow with boombats. He yelled out to Sam. "You're not the only one with exploding ammo!" He aimed his crossbow to Sam and shot a boombat at him. It exploded upon impact. "That ought to finish him off." Stranger thought to himself. "But just in case he survived, I'll have to use some stingbees."

An outlaw bomber emerged from the dust cloud and ran toward Stranger. Stranger quickly shot a boombat at the bomber, causing him to blow up. Suddenly, Sam appeared behind Stranger and put him in a headlock. "Looks like you fell for the old distraction trick. In case you didn't know, it'll take more than a puny boombat to bring me down." He said. "Say, you're the Stranger aren't you?"

"What's it to you!"

"Well, I expected much more of a challenge from you."

"I let my guard down for a second, big deal!"

Sam slammed Stranger into the ground and pinned him down with his boot pressing on his neck. "I'll you what the 'big deal' is, Stranger. You see, I'm not from around these here parts. I come from the Eastern Mudos. I only came to the Western Mudos because I thought there was more fun here, but I guess I was wrong. When heard about you, I thought you would put up a good fight, but I guess I was wrong about that, too. You see, compared to the bounty hunter who's after me, you're no weaker than a mouse. The bounty hunter who's after my head is known as 'The Arrow from the East.'"

"Why is he called that?"

"Ain't it obvious? He uses a crossbow! But he doesn't use that there fancy crossbow you got. He only uses two single-shooting crossbows. And he only uses arrows, not them live ammo critters like you uses."

Sam took out one of his pistols and pointed it to Stranger's head. "Well, it's not like I got anything better to do. Maybe blowing up your head can be a bit amusing."

Okay, I don't know if there is an Eastern Mudos, but I do know that Stranger stays in the Western Mudos, right? Am I right?