The Bollard twins

Chapter two: A simple errand

Everyone on the table was silent. untill eventualy shep spoke out

"no, you know hes right!" he said. he slammed his fist down. "gus has litteraly ripped this gang apart, were nothing but mindless soldiers now. i though being in a gang was to be with your pals and stick it to the law. Sure were criminals but Gus hasnt drawn the line."

Roberts took a swig of whisky and also slammed his fist down.

"i was in the bollards when ike and willie were in charge. Since then this whole gang has been nothing but money ever since. but whats the point. I mean sure, moneys good in all but not if gus keep hoarding it." he said to everyone.

Kyle stood up.

"im gonna have a little talk with that son of a bitch, see if i cant get him to see things our way." He said, and put on his jacket and hat.

"me too" said shep

Suddenly, Michael Reese walked into the saloon. Michael was gus's 2nd lietennant. He wore a blue shirt, suspenders, and a white hat. He pointed to kyles table.

"you six!" he shouted. "boss wants you in his office. Now!"

Kyle put his hand on his holster, he was clearly annoyed with the heirarchy of the gang as it is and realy didnt wanna take any crap from a simple errand boy. Michael stepped back, clearly intimidated.

"Chill parnter, it isnt me whos mad, its the boss, he wants you for a job, im just an errand boy." Michael stuttered.

The six men walked out past michael. Bo giving him an evil stare as they walked past. They walked down the steps and across the bridge. Shep ran up to kyle.

"Maybey we should wait and see what this job is before you "explain" to him why were unhappy" whispered shep to kyle.

"fair enough, i will, and hold this" He said, passing shep his revolver.

"why" Shep asked

"so i dont end up shooting him in rage" He winked.

Shep laughed as they walked into the warehouse. They walked up the stairs to the bosses office. two guards were standing outside, with shotguns. One guard opened the door for them to go in.

"Booooooys" said Gus in a warm voice. "I need somthing done"

Kyle could instantly tell somthing was up. They all stood to attention.

"what do you want" said kyle in an arrogant voice. Trying to show gus that he means business

"Speak to me with some respect please kyle, You seem to forget whos in charge here" gus snapped. "Youv spoiled my good mood now. Your going to do the deal for those weapons we were packing. Quite frankly id rather send a group thats expendable rather than someone we can actually use."

"Expendable!" Kyle Exclaimed "This is a gang. Noone is Expendable!"

Gus stood up and walked over to kyle, and stared straight into his face.

"Yes You are, now unless you wanna you and your friends gutshot in the middle of the desert, youl do as i say. Theres a wagon loaded up outside. Ian Conners, youl do the driving again. your about the only one i can trust here. Mr Mcginty, i have no choice but to put you in charge. Youl be delivering The weapons to the meeting point in Rio Bravo, at repentance rock. The people you are dealing with are the local miners, guy by the name of Gallows will be collecting them for you. Now Get out! i dont wanna see you here untill you delivered them. And i want the money. all of it!"

Everyone walked out, except for kyle, who just glared at gus, then turned to leave.

"This sounds Dodgy" said Bo, walking down the stairs. "I dont think this deals gonna go down well."

"Man, Gus always has a Hardon for gun deals, why he sending his "expendable" people to deliver these". Jason said

"I dunno but all i do know its a three day ride to rio bravo and i dont wanna wait any longer than were supposed to, get your supplies and coats, were leaving. Now. Ian, grab some coffee cause were gonna be driving all night." kyle ordered.

Everyone got there coats and bags and loaded up into the wagon outside. Ian climed up into the drivers seat. Kyle Gestured for Jason to ride shotgun. He climed up and sat side ways with his Shotgun ready, Jason was the security for the team, there and back. Bo and Roberts climed on the back and sat right at the back of the wagon amongst the weapons crates, covered themselves in blankets and tried to get as much sleep as possible. Mean while, kyle and shep just sat on the back, with there legs over the edge, He wasnt planning on sleeping.

"Lets go" shouted shep. the wagon started rolling down the road and out of the of the gate. Kyle could see michael as they rolled out. Michael drew his fingers across his throat to kyle. Kyle went to reach for his gun, but the gate had closed.

It was a bumpy ride, and kyle and shep were planning on staying awake. Shep lit up a ciggarette and took a drag. He offered kyle one, which he took and lit up aswell.

"If this deal is bunk, then we got a big problem." said kyle, staring back towards thieves landing.

"It means that the bollard twins are in need of new management" Shep said as he exhaled his smoke

The Wagon thundered along the road. All six friends were piled onto it, bound for rio bravo. Jason was scanning the sides of the roads for threats with his gun, Ciggarette in his mouth. He took it out of his mouth with his free hand.

"guys, its gonna be a long night" he said and continued smoking.

"Im going to stop in armadillo tomorow. Beacuse the horses will need tending. we cant go non stop kyle wel have to rest." said ian. drinking his coffee whilst riding,

Kyle rubbed his eyes. it was only around 9pm and he was clearly tired. Shep Pointed to the back of the wagon.

"get some sleep pal. il help Jason keep watch." he said warmly. "pass me the shotgun"

"no its ok shep, im ok." Kyle yawned.

"Shotgun, now." He said

Kyle passed him the double barreled shotgun that was resting against the crates.

"now get some sleep man. Il wake you when we get to armadillo. Kyle, seriously, rest up."

Kyle nodded to him and climbed to the back of the wagon, put on his blanket and fell asleep. Shep shuffled over and led across the back of the wagon, took a swig of whisky, and took a sigh of contentment. He stared up at the moon and thought to himself..

"Jasons right, its gonna be a long night".

He took a drag of his ciggarette, and flicked it off of the back of the wagon, and watched its red spark dissapear into the black night. It was gonna be a long drive...

END OF CHAPTER 2