Well as usual we dropped again last night… did no one like the bad ass train robbery? Well then let's go to Sugar Plum's saloon to get totally sh** faced. :D

"How the hell did you learn to do that?" Bog asked as they rode into a town Marianne had never even heard of.

"What?" Mairianne asked. "And where are we?"

"Theive's Hole," Bog replied nonchalantly, "The riding! The train jumping. I know they didn't teach you that in finishing school."

"No," Marianne said looking around in amazement at the town, "Wow so this is where all the thieves and robbers go to-"

"To mostly go to Sugar's saloon," he replied. "So where did you learn it?"

"What?" she asked glanced at him.

"The riding! Where did you learn it?"

"Oh that? Just something I learned from a traveling show," she waved off dismissively. "I thought that Sugar was one of your gang."

"She just preforms for us some weeks. She claims she owes us after we declared war on the New York Railway. They took her old town right out from under her. She was a respectable young lady, much like yourself, at one time. Then she started up her own saloon here and us outlaws just flocked to it. Mother should be here, waiting on us. She usually comes here when we go out on an incursion."

Marianne shrugged and dismounted wrapping the reins around the hitching post. Bog chuckled and led the way inside. Marianne immediately loved the atmosphere. Smokey and stinking of booze and tobacco. She did have negative thoughts and memories associated with saloons but this one was completely different than that one and it was perfect and… homey. She smiled and followed Bog to the bar leaning up against the rail.

"Good hunting today, boys?" asked the bubbly woman with the tall tiara and even taller hair. Everything about her was tinted blue and smiling.

"Yeah," Bog replied, "Marianne surprised us all. The girl has quite the knack for a train robbery."

"Hey, you're the girl who came barreling in the hideout the other day aren't you?" she said setting two shots of whiskey down.

"Yeah that's her," Bog said smirking.

"Sweetie, you scared the bejesus out of us," she chuckled. Then turning to Griselda who was serving behind the bar as well, "I see what you mean about them. They are perfect for each other."

Bog and Marianne both blushed and glanced at one another then away quickly. Sugar just laughed a trilling little laugh and escaped before they could shout at her but she didn't miss getting a shout of, "NO WE AREN'T!"

Marianne had just tossed back a shot, Bog not even noticing, nothing she did could surprise him at this point. They just talked amicably about the day's events as if they hadn't just robbed a train. All of a sudden a man slipped by and Marianne's face twisted in a shocked disturbed expression of rage. He just about asked what was wrong when, with a roar, she spun and decked him in the face.

"What the hell?" the cowboy demanded holding his jaw, "I just thought you might like some better company than a bean pole. Ain't that what your paid for." Marianne's face was a mix of pure shock and rage.

"What?" she roared. That's when Bog stood his full height.

"Is he bothering you, Marianne?" he asked.

"I can take care of myself," she snarled back. Bog glanced up and noticed the room separating into sides and saw the fight before the second punch was thrown.

"Damn," he heard his mother mutter and saw her start tucking away the booze so that Plum wouldn't lose her profits. "Don't break all of 'em! They are paying customers!" she shouted as Marianne dove into the fray.

"Hey!" Bog shouted as the Los Duendes gang barreled into the cowboys and other gangs.

He tried to keep her in sight, she was, after all, a lady even if she could almost deck a full grown horse to the ground. He caught a flash of her short cropped brown hair flying wildly as she swung and kicked and tossed cowboys aside like something out of one of those old stories his father told him from Scotland.

However his concentration was broken when some bastard smashed a chair over his head. Bog staggered and shook his head. He collapsed, shaking his head, his vision swimming.

"Need any help?" he heard Thang's grating voice in his ear.

"NO!" Bog shouted, thundering up from where he fell to the floor, his fist connecting with the crunching cartilage in the other cowboys face. There was a spurt of blood as he fell back grasping his broken nose. Bog jumped when a warm back slammed against his own back. He glanced behind him ready to break someone but saw Marianne with a snarl and blood on her little face.

The sight of blood on her made him see red and released the beast within him. He grabbed the first thing his hand lighted on, a bottle of whiskey that Sugar had left for them. With a swing he smashed the thick brown glass against one cowboys head and he dropped like Bog had previously been dropped.

Marianne suddenly surprised him by grabbing metal pan and swinging it at them slamming two cowboy's heads together. She and Bog shared a look and swung at the cowboys charging at each other.

"Bog, duck," she growled he looked up and saw her wielding a broken stick like a sword. She swung the stick down and smashed it over one's head. He grabbed another piece of wood and swung it like a staff. Knocking three off their feet.

"ENOUGH!" Sugar's lilting voice turning threatening. Everything stopped and everyone turned to her. "This isn't a brawling house! You wanna fight take it outside! You lot know the rules! Respect each other and my girls! Now! If you are all done being absolute cow pies! You asses are gonna put this place right!"

Bog and Marianne looked around at the devastation they had caused. Bog chuckled, "Damn, Tough Girl, remind me to never get on your bad side."

"You've already been there, once," she said smirking.

"Good point," he agreed tossing the stick away.

"Here you go," Griselda said handing them brooms. "Get to cleaning you two, troublemakers."

Haha fight… I love a good fight. I just hate writing a good fight. I hope I did it justice.

Storylady35: Lolz ever wear boots without socks? I am sure he wears them haha.

tmwillson: Oh hang on buddy it gets better

NinjaHime96: sorry for the wait I don't get to use the internet as often as I would like

Anony mouse101: well I am dyslexic and don't use an editor (as these stories are mostly to unblock my mind for my novels) but I am glad you like it :D

WildChildALR: sorry again for the wait

Shahrezard: Oh *blush* thank you… I am also working on a rodeo one but right now it's still in the conception stages. I look forward to seeing yours too as well 3