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Author's Note: Shorter this time. I hope you still like it.

7: Chapter Six

September 7, 1885
08:00 AM PDT

Doc Brown snorted, as he looked at the gun pointed at him. He couldn't see Buford's watch too well, but he guessed that the time was up, now, which was confirmed by Buford's "Time's up, runt!" He watched, as Tannen raised the gun towards him. So this is the end. It certainly isn't what I would've expected, but at least Marty got away safe. I don't have Clara – what do I have to lose?

"Prepare to meet your maker blacksmith" Buford growled. Doc felt scared for a moment, staring at the gun, but firmly put his coat tighter. If Tannen thinks he can make me scared by this, well, all right. Go ahead. I won't be scared. I'll go into death secure of my sake. Then again – if I end up in heaven, would I end up in heaven in 1885, or 1985? Or is there time in heaven at all? He sighed. Ah, well, guess I'll find out.

"Right here, Tannen!"

Terror flooded through Doc's brain as he realized who was speaking. Marty McFly stepped onto the dirt road, hat and gun on him. Great Scott… he isn't… he's not… Doc gulped. Kid, why didn't you run away when you still had the chance? With Buford Tannen against you, you'll be dead meat before you can fire a single shot…

Tannen went into position, ignoring Doc, who was held on by the gang members. As he stood right in the road, Buford gestured towards Marty's gun. "Draw!"

A weak, "No!" made Doc lose all belief in Marty's sanity, and even more as his friend dropped the gun belt onto the road. He really, really felt like he was going to faint.

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"Look at that" Alternate Sarah gasped. "I guess that Grandpa Brown really is confused now. I would be, too. After all, that gun is, as far as he's concerned, the only form of protection that Marty Senior has. To just throw it away like that… his fate sure seems to be sealed."

"Look at how confused Buford is" Local Marty pointed out. "Grandpa has some explaining to do…"

The explanation came. "I thought we could settle this like men" Marty Senior said, firmly, not keeping his eyes off Buford's gun.

A simple "You thought wrong dude" set Marty's fate for good. Everyone gasped, some to witness the great event in history from the sky and ground and some thinking Marty was really dead from below, as Buford got out his gun, and faster than anyone else fired the trigger. Marty went down, obviously killed.

Alternate Marty stepped back a foot, not realizing that he was still hanging in the sky. "This is heavy" he whispered in complete disbelief. "It is that we know the truth, or else I would have sure believed that Grandpa is dead."

"Tell me about it" Alternate Sarah groaned. "He really must care for Grandpa Emmett, or else he wouldn't do something like this. To actually risk his life… I never expected this from Grandpa Marty, I really never did."

"Well, Doctor Brown and he met in 1975" Local Marty said. "That's ten years it has been for both of them… maybe ten years and eight months for Dr. Brown, now. It's logical that they care for each other."

Down below, Buford walked across the road, drooling and looking sideways at the shocked people. "Ahh, thank ya" he said, egoistically. He walked over to Marty, obviously about to give the 'dead body' another shot, to make sure that it was dead. He was about to fire…

… when his gun was kicked out of his hand. Buford stared at it in disbelief, and then saw the impossible happen. Marty simply rose up from the death! As he gasped, Marty revealed the stove door under his jacket.

Buford hissed in anger, as he tried to attack Marty. Unfortunately, though, Marty held up the stove door – and Tannen broke his hand on it. Marty then detached the door, and hit Buford on the head with it. He watched with evil pleasure, as the outlaw fell down to the ground.

But the fight wasn't over yet. Buford Tannen stumbled to his feet again, and in mad rage, attacked Marty. The teenager, however, managed to punch him sideways – right into a tombstone. This time, it took longer before Buford got up, and after a few moments, Marty gave him the final blow. Buford fell onto a cart filled with manure. The shit piled up high above him.

"Way to go McFly!" Alternate Marty yelled, screaming out of his breath. "You really did it!"

Everyone laughed at Buford Tannen. "That was good" Seamus said.

At that moment, they all heard hoof beats coming closer. As everyone looked up, they saw that Marshall Strickland's deputy had arrived, as well as some of the other 'police' members of 1880s Hill Valley. Everyone felt relieved, as the gang noticed them.

"You know what I think?" one of the gang members said. "I think Buford's going to jail."

"You're right" the other gang member said. They ran off, one of them stumbling over Doc's foot which he reached out just in time. Then, the gang ran away, and Buford was alone.

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Buford Tannen felt miserable, as he was lying in a huge pile of manure. He couldn't believe Clint Eastwood had actually beaten him. As he looked across the street, he saw the deputy had caught up to him. This was really bad. He now sure was going to prison. Well, at least he still had his history book, which now had proven his worth…

He then gasped, as he looked at his horse. An officer was there, and he was taking off the bag with the history book! Tannen watched in disbelief, as the officer's face fell in the sunlight for a moment. Taking away lots of age, this was a clone of blacksmith Brown! He gasped, as he realized what was happening. "Get them!" he screamed. "Get that no-good thief that's stealin' my book!" The gang then realized who he meant, and while being chased by the officers themselves, they followed the Brown clone.

"Get him out of that shit" the deputy said, disgustedly. "Get them!" the last was directed towards the officers that were chasing the gang.

Buford then felt the deputy point a rifle towards his head. "Buford Tannen," the man said, "you're under arrest for robbing the Pine City Stage. You got anything to say?"

The outlaw felt himself like throwing up, as he spit out some of the disgusting shit. "I hate manure" he muttered, feeling a little dazed. He just wished that he'd stayed at his camp today. In an hour, he'd been humiliated, and arrested, and had now most likely lost his book forever. This was really bad. He groaned, as he felt himself being pulled out of the manure pile, and dragged away.

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Verne Brown ran as fast as he could, as he was being chased by Buford Tannen's gang. Then, he looked around – and saw the gang climbing on a few horses, while pointing their guns at the owners. Realizing that he had to do the same if survive, he ran towards the nearest horse owner.

"Hey, hey, hey!" he called out. "I need to borrow your horse! Really, I do!" He then pushed the man off the horse, and climbed on himself. After a few instabilities, he managed to get the animal riding. He then headed away from Hill Valley Central. He just hoped that Jules' plan to save him was going to be good. He then double-checked his bag, and was relieved to see that it was, indeed, the history book. Now all he had to do was get away from here.

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Marty McFly felt exhausted, as he walked over to Doc. He really had managed to beat Tannen, but he'd paid quite the price. Knocking Buford out wasn't easy, but he did think that the outlaw deserved somewhat of a chance to win. Then there also was the fact that shooting Buford could alter history.

"Look!" Doc exclaimed, as he pointed towards the tombstone. Marty immediately realized what he was getting at and got out the photograph of the stone, back in 1955. The tombstone shimmered a little, and then rippled into nothing. The only thing left was grass. "Yes!" Marty and Doc both exclaimed. Their mission was accomplished!

At that moment, the train whistle sounded, reminding them of that other mission. "The train!" Doc exclaimed.

"Can we make it?" Marty asked, worriedly.

Doc thought for a few seconds. "We'll have to cut it off at Coyote Pass" he said. They got onto their horses, only to be stopped by a young boy.

"Hey mister, mister Eastwood!" the boy exclaimed, holding up Marty's gun belt. "Here's your gun mister!"

"Thanks, kid" Marty said, gratefully. He then spotted Seamus. "Seamus!" he exclaimed, throwing the gun towards the farmer who'd probably be able to put more use to it than he would, and it was his ancestor, after all. He happily saw Seamus catching the belt. "Worth 12 dollars, never been used."

"Maybe I'll trade it for a new hat!" Seamus called out.

Marty snickered – typical Seamus. "Right," he called out, while riding off, "and take care of that baby!" It was just an insurance policy to make sure that his ancestor, William, would survive. He saw Doc frown at that, but no matter what.

"I will!" Seamus shouted, after them, as the time travellers rode out of Hill Valley, and onto the race towards the future.