Chapter 2: You're in for hell.

Rattlesnake Jake was basking in the blistering sun of the Mojave desert, his coils acting as solar energy for the day ahead. Jake knew his reputation was as the cold-blooded killer, the grim reaper, but sometimes, he just wished he could relax for a while. Lay low, no one asking for an autograph in his town, no one calling him back to that awful town of Dirt…

Speaking of Dirt, they had actually dedicated an entire graveyard for the amount of souls he had taken from them. But Jake the visit after when he had killed sheriff Amos was the first day of his life. The hunter had nearly become the hunted. A rattlesnake's natural predator was a hawk, but Rattlesnake Jake was no ordinary rattlesnake, he was a snake with a gun. Still, nature had its way, for the hawk he had encountered on his last visit was equipped with a spine-splintering metal beak.

That day, the famed gunslinger Rattlesnake Jake nearly lost his life, not to mention his reputation, and he vowed that he wouldn't return until that hawk was gone, no matter how many lives were reserved for his taking. He slithered out of his position slowly, gun clicking and heard a sound behind him.

He flicked his tongue out. Almost directly behind me, around 10 feet off, his instincts told him. He shifted his weight slightly for the strike and heard a nervous tongue clacking; I'll rip it out of his throat. Before the rat, for indeed a rat it was, had time to blink Jake had his gun pointed at the rats head.

The rat gulped and spoke with a shacking voice "Jake, it's only me, the bar assistant. Please, don't shoot. I just wanted to inform you of something." Jake lowered his gun and moved around slowly to look the rodent in his satisfyingly terrified eyes, "Then speak you goddamned rat! Or next time I'll shatter your head when I visit the bar."

"Th..the mayor..he…your….", the rat barely stammered out. Jake was growing tired. "Didn't I make it clear to John! I am not returning to your godforsaken town until that hawk's gone."The rat gulped and Jake sensed the fear in him, for fear had a distinctly pleasing taste on his forked blue tongue. "T-That's just it though..t-that hawk i-is gone. A-and he wants you to get rid of the new sheriff."

Jake took a deep breath and responded, "What is the new sheriff like?" The rat visibly relaxed a little and began to speak in a less quavering voice, "His name's Rango. Or that's what he calls himself. He just sauntered in one day and when we asked about him, he told us a load of garbage. That he was from the west, he killed the Jenkins brothers, and with one bullet no less! And then by one of them complete accidents, he killed that hawk. Old tank fell on it, when he shot the holders. Then he became the sheriff and John says he's actually starting to believe his own joke."

The western diamondback jerked his head backwards and flicked his tongue, thinking. My sister killed the Jenkins…I remember that…."Alright you overgrown vermin, go back and tell that damned mayor I'm coming." Rattlesnake Jake slid away from there as the rat scurried away into his home city to refill his bullet holders. He slithered into the shop and bought, yes bought, some more and inserted them in his holders.

That rat just now had upset him and now that the hawk was gone, he had no restraint. That new sheriff was going to be in for hell. Because when Rattlesnake Jake isn't in a good mood, you had better clear out. He'll do everything possible to ruin your existence.

Author's Note: I am so damned sorry I never wrote this before. I know it's sooooo short but I had no idea what else to write. It's the only other thing I could write while keeping with cannon, I hope you enjoyed it XD