Chapter 3: We came in with a bang

The next day, the three of them went to the big city, Chattanooga in Tennessee. They stopped at a store that sold servant uniforms at the back. Schultz explained to Django how they would all play a part, once they would have arrived at the Bennet plantation. Schultz would be the wealthy business man, Django would be his valet and Nera,well he hadn't quite figured that out.

Django was trying on some hats and taking a look around the store as Schultz explained his masterplan. Nera was waiting outside, taking care of the horses.

"And your character is that of the valet." Schultz answered.

"What's that?" Django inquired.

Schultz thought about it for a second. "That's a fancy word for servant."

"Valet? Hmm."

"And now Django, you may choose your costume."

"You're going to let me choose my own clothes?"

"But of course." Schultz replied as if it was the most normal thing in the world, yet it was completely new to Django.

The two of them came out of the shop as Nera was having a staring competition with her horse, Toek. She heard the two men approach her and turned her head to look at them. As soon as she saw Django, her eyes widened and her mouth dropped open in shock. Shultz was able to hide his amusement, when he noticed her reaction. Apart from the small, secret smile that graced his face, there was hardly any emotion visible on his face.

She eventually got her facial expression in control. "That's a… an unique outfit." She managed to say. She raised an eyebrow in confusion at Schultz.

The doctor repeated the plan in short. "Which leaves us with one final problem, your character. So, if you have any suggestions, feel free to share them with us."

Nera was stroking Toek's neck, while thinking about who she could become in his play. "I could go as your young daughter?" Nera proposed. "I mean, it might raise some suspicions if I went as your wife, since you're there to buy a girl in the eyes of the plantation owner."

"How old are you really?" Django asked

"Twenty-five."

"And how are you going to make yourself look around ten years younger?" Schultz asked.

The look of determination in her eyes didn't went unnoticed by the two men. "Watch me."

"This is one of those time I'm grateful that Mother Nature gave me small breasts and a height of 165 centimetres." Nera exclaimed as she fidgeted in the pink dress she had chosen. It had a bow around the waist, which made her frown at in disdain every time she looked at it. Her hair was in a cute bun and she was wearing the bandage around her breast to make them look even smaller.

Django and Schultz were amazed when she was all done with her make over. They both felt admiration and slightly freaked out, at how easily she could make herself look like a fourteen- year old girl.

"What?" She asked at their stares.

"Nothing." Both men had answered at the same time.

Nera was sitting next to Schultz on his wagon, since it wasn't appropriate for women to ride a horse on a regular saddle instead of a two pommel sidesaddle. Her gun was tied across the inside of her left thigh and her dagger was tied on the right one. She had made sure that her guitar was safely placed inside the wagon.

They were nearing the big white house of Spencer Bennet, when said man strode out of the door, on the second floor, to the balcony.

As they stopped in front of the house, Bennet broke the silence. "It's against the law for niggers to ride horses on this territory."

"This is my valet. My valet does not walk." Schultz answered without missing a beat.

But Bennet wasn't having any of it. "I said niggers on horses…"

"His name is Django." Schultz interrupted "And Django is a free man. He can ride when he pleases." He finished with a smile on his face.

With his hand on his hip, Bennet became annoyed with the stranger. "Not on my property. Not around my niggers he can't."

Schultz realised that a different approach would be necessary. "My good sir. Perhaps we got off on the wrong boot." He started to remove his gloves. "Allow me to unring this bell. My name is Dr. King Schultz. This is my lovely daughter Nera." She gave Bennet a timid, yet sweet smile. "Over there is my valet, Django. And these are our horses, Tony, Toek and Fritz." At the calling of his name, Fritz bowed and the girls near the house all giggled.

Nera listened to their conversation and wasn't surprised when Bennet suddenly became very friendly, as Schultz offered him five thousand dollars to buy a girl. She inwardly rolled her eyes at the plantation owner.

Schultz was going to discuss business with Bennet and Betina was going to give Django a sightseeing tour around the property.

She was already with her feet on the ground as she addressed Schultz. "Papa! May I see the domain on my own? It's just so pretty!" She asked innocently.

Schultz gave his most fatherly smile. "Of course dear, but stay near the house. That would be alright for you mister Bennet, wouldn't it?"

"I don't see why not." The plantation owner answered, ready to say almost anything if that would mean he'd get five thousand dollars out of the German. Maybe even more.

With that, Schultz went inside with Bennet and Django followed Betina as she started to show him around. Nera went on her own to find the Brittle brothers. They'd figured that if they would split up, they'd have a bigger chance of finding them.

Nera was trying to look for the Brittles, with the description Django had given her from the three men. A stout build grey haired one, a gangly built one and one with an eyepatch. Oh yeah and they're all white, sadistic assholes. She heard screaming and headed to where it came from.

When she arrived at the scene, Nera saw a black woman, most likely a couple years younger than her, struggling against a white, unwashed man. There was also a second man, holding a whip in his hand. The poor woman was crying out for mercy, but the two men wouldn't give any of it to her. The gangly and younger man was about to tie her to the tree.

Gangly looking man, check. Stout build grey haired man, check. Both sadistic assholes? It sure looks like that. That big one looks a lot like Saint Nicolas!

"Excuse me!" She called out. "But would you mind letting her go?!"

The two men turned to look at her and were confused to see a young girl, with such a pissed off look on her face.

"This ain't nothing for a little girl. Go away and play with your dolls." The oldest one of the two said.

"Let her go, sir." She enunciated every word very clearly. She was about to draw her gun, when Django appeared in the scene.

"John Brittle!" Django called out. Said Brittle brother turned around, and apparently he couldn't believe his eyes, if you could believe the look on his face.

Django came closer to the eldest brother. "You remember me?" Django asked him. Seconds later, John Brittle got shot by Django. John looked from the bullet wound to Django in wonder. As if it was all just a bad dream.

"I like the way you die boy." Django told him. Soon after, John fell dead to the ground.

Roger Brittle finally realised the seriousness of the situation. He swore as he tried to grab his gun. Django grabbed the whip of the late John Brittle and was about to strike Roger, but Nera had beaten him.

The moment John fell to the ground, she had taken the dagger that was attached to her right thigh. She noticed Roger's coming back to his senses and aimed the dagger at him.

It hit him straight in his right hand. He cried in pain and agony and took the dagger out of his hand in shock. This caused him to cry out even harder. He clutched his hand as the blood oozed out of it. He dropped to the ground, mostly due to the shock, still yelling in pain and agony.

Django took Roger's gun from the ground and looked at all the bystanders. "Y'all want to see something?" He walked towards Roger Brittle in fury. Nera looked away as Django shot all the remaining five bullets in to the second Brittle brother.

Schutz arrived mere moments later on Tony, with his rifle ready in his hand. He quickly dismounted the horse and looked at the dead bodies. "Who are they?" He asked puzzled.

"That's Big John and that's Little Raj." Django pointed at them with the gun.

"Where's Ellis?" Schultz asked.

"He's the one hightailing across that field over there." Nera could see a figure galloping in the distance, probably alarmed by the gunshots.

Schultz aimed his rifle at the man who was getting away. "You sure that's him?" He asked Django, without taking his eyes of the target.

"Yeah."

"Positive?"

"I don't know."

"You don't know if you're positive?"

"I don't know what positive means."

Nera answered him. "It means you're sure."

"Yes." Django replied.

"Yes what?" King was getting a little irritated by the way their conversation was going.

"Yes, I'm sure that's Ellis Brittle." And it didn't take the doctor a moment longer to pull the trigger. Ellis got shot and fell of his horse to the ground.

"I'm positive he's dead." Django said. Nera saw how Bennet, his overseers and many others were coming straight at them.

She addressed Schultz and Django in a hushed voice. "Schultz! Django! Turn around!"

They did as they were told and saw the angry mob coming in their direction, with a fuming Bennet leading the mob. King dropped the rifle and put his hands in the air. "Django! Nera!" He motioned them to do the same. They did and the group came to a stop in front of them, with several guns pointed at the three of them.

"Everybody calm down, we mean no one else any harm." Schultz tried to calm the group.

Bennet aimed his gun at Schultz. "Who are you three jokers?"

"I am Doctor King Schultz, a legal representative of the Criminal Justice System of the United States of America. To my left is Django Freeman, he's my deputy. To my right is Nera…" He looked at Nera since he didn't know her last name. He just hadn't thought about asking her about it.

Nera completed his sentence. "Elsander. I'm his partner."

Schultz listened and decided that he would think about this new piece of information later on. He then explained that the three men, Bennet thought were the Schaffers, were in fact the wanted Brittles. He did this with the help of Django. The overseers dropped their guns as Schultz explained that the penalty for killing a man of the law was indeed the gallows.

He showed Bennet the warrant, who took his time to examine the piece of paper. As Bennet handed the warrant back to Schultz, he instructed the smaller man one last thing. "Get off my land."

Schultz nodded his head. "Post haste." He placed the warrant back in his wallet and turned to address Django and Nera. "Load up the bodies as quickly as you can and let's get out of here."

The three Brittle brothers were lying dead on the horses in no time. Bennet looked at them as they left the plantation. Nera briefly glanced back at the enraged plantation owner and turned to look ahead. "There's no way he's going to let this slide."

"Not to worry Miss Elsander." She flinched at hearing her common title. It had been a long time since anyone had used it. "All good thing come to those who wait."

"What about not so good thing?"

"Well, on man's misfortune is another man's opportunity."

A.N: 165 centimeters is the same as 5 feet and 4 inches. Django does not have his monocular here.