A/N: I'm gonna try and skip through the bits from the episode you've already seen as quickly as possible, that way we can get to the BMWW bits - which is what we're all here for really isn't it? Lol. Enjoy!

Chapter Two - Welcome To Elkhorn Oklahoma

With the sound of guns, Diana's arms tensed automatically in the instinctual reaction – if there were guns around then she blocked them, simple as. As she turned, her eyebrows shot upward in surprise – the three men in front of them were dressed as though they'd stepped out of Wally's favourite spaghetti Western.

"Where?" Bruce asked. "I think the question is 'when'."

Within moments, the three League members were surrounded, but none of them had made any sudden moves yet – three people instantly appearing in mid-air, especially dressed as they were, was bound to shock anyone in this time. Whichever time that is. She still wasn't happy though. The one facing her had a nasty gleam in his gaze when he looked at her, as well as an evident, almost animal lust.

"I have to confess," he said, speaking to her breasts, "you're about the most colourfully attired individuals I've ever bushwhacked." He scratched his chin, giving her another once-over. "You circus folk?"

She folded her arms and regarded him stonily. "Not exactly."

He shrugged. "I don't care what y'are, long as you pay the toll."

"Toll?" She tilted her head.

"Welcome to Elkhorn Oklahoma, ma'am," he bowed. "This here's Tobias Manning territory."

She uncrossed her arms and balled her fists. "You want tribute? Money?"

"Well I ain't particular." Then he made the mistake. He touched her lasso. "That fat gold chain'll do just fine." Then he made the next mistake. A bigger one, if possible, than the last. He touched her, putting a finger under her chin and leering at her. "Unless you got somethin' else you wanna give me-!"

Deciding she'd had enough, she grabbed his lapels and chucked him over her head. He hit the ground with an 'oooph!' of pain. The other two gasped and pulled out their revolvers, firing. Diana calmly moved forward to defend Bruce and John. She barely moved her bracers at all. "Those are the biggest, slowest bullets I've ever seen," she told them lazily over her shoulder.

"You're letting them go?" Bruce asked, motioning to where the three men were going for their horses.

"Hmm? Oh no." Unhooking her lasso, she casually tossed it toward them, easily snaring all three of them before she tightened the knot, squeezing the air out of them enough to make them pass out. Diana tied them up around the dead-looking tree a few feet away.

Bruce moved toward one of the horses, stroking its nose before he moved to the saddlebags. Diana couldn't hold back a small smile. Emotionless Bat indeed. "I was afraid of this," he said, pulling a newspaper out. "The Elkhorn Gazette. It's either an amazing forgery, or it's less than a month old."

She took it. "So?"

"Look at the date," he instructed. "June, 1879."

John groaned slightly. "I have mentioned how much I hate time travel."

She frowned. "If we don't find our sneak-thief, we're stuck here."

"Let's head for the nearest town, see if we can find him."

"We can't go anywhere dressed like this," Bruce pointed out.

She looked back over at the unconscious would-be bandits. "No. We can't."

She marched over to them and picked up one of the thugs. He was still out cold, but this close to the stench of old sweat was overpowering. She wrinkled her nose, but since the other two didn't smell much cleaner, she undressed him as quickly as she could without ripping the garments. There was no way in Tartarus she was taking his undergarments as well, and she'd need some kind of support for her breasts too. She picked up the armful of clothes she'd taken from the man and made her way back over to the horses, using the white one as a screen while she changed quickly, putting her uniform into one of the saddlebags. She'd just pulled the pants on, and then re-fixed her breastplate - to her bare skin this time - and reached for the shirt.

There was no shirt.

Cursing viciously in Themysciran, she looked around - the shirt was still on the ground, right by its previous owner. She must have dropped it, and so consequently was now standing behind the horse almost topless. Not such a problem if she was alone, or even maybe with John, but marching boldly out to pick it up when Bruce was only feet away would be more than embarrassing.

As if he'd heard her thinking his name, Bruce glanced at her. She swallowed and held his gaze for a moment. She didn't see him without the cowl very often...and she'd forgotten how astonishingly good-looking he was. Even if he hadn't been a billionaire he'd be beating women off with a stick. She broke their eye-contact and turned away, but apparently catching the glimpse of her still-bare shoulders was enough for him to work out why she still wasn't dressed yet. A few seconds later she felt his warm hand on her shoulder.

"Here."

She took the shirt without looking at him. "Thank you."

She felt his eyes on her just before she pulled the material on; like pins and needles all over her skin. She suppressed a small shiver, knowing she should feel angry about his perusal but only feeling a feminine satisfaction that he obviously liked what he saw. After all, he'd never said he wasn't attracted to her. She finished dressing quickly, finishing with a hat and trying not to blush when she turned back to Bruce.

Quickly, she cast around for something nondescript to say. She settled for, "These shoes are killing me."

Bruce raised an eyebrow disbelievingly after putting a hat on. "You fight crime wearing high heels."

"High heels that fit," she corrected. "Aren't you going to put those on, John?"

John sniffed the armful of clothes he was carrying with a look of disgust. "Has the shower been invented yet? Somebody should tell this guy."

Dumping the clothes on the floor, he simply created an outfit that looked right with his ring, then walked over to where the guns that they'd relieved the bandits lay. He flicked open the chamber of one, examining it closely before putting it into a holster at his side. He seemed surprised when Bruce bypassed the weapons and went straight for the horses. "Those empty holsters aren't gonna scare anybody. You sure you don't want one of these?"

"Positive," he said curtly, mounting. "Let's ride."

Diana leapt nimbly up onto the horse, kicking at its sides. It whinnied, launching into an immediate gallop along with Bruce and John's mounts. They hadn't gotten very far before something spooked the horse that John sat astride; within seconds, GL found himself being thrown from the saddle and landing hard on his butt in the dirt.

Bruce slowed his horse, then wheeled back to John. Diana quickly lassoed the other horse before it could get too far, then joined her teammates. As she got closer, she swore she saw Bruce's shoulders shaking slightly - it took her a moment to work out that he was suppressing laughter. By the time she drew alongside him, it had faded into the smirk which she knew represented a full-blown grin on the inside. She grinned back, then bit her bottom lip to prevent herself from laughing out loud. It wasn't the fact that GL had fallen - it was the thunderous expression on his face that was the funniest thing.

"Are you alright?" she asked. Her voice clearly betrayed the chuckles she was still stifling.

"I'm fine," he emphasised. He got up, and Diana removed the lasso from the horse as he took the bridle. He hesitated slightly before remounting. "Can we...not mention the fact that I fell off my horse in the mission report?"

Bruce nodded. "What happens in Oklahoma stays in Oklahoma."

John's shoulders relaxed slightly. "Thanks."

Once he was back on his horse, it didn't take them long to ride into town, and they slowed to a walk as they entered the outskirts. All the hairs on the back of Diana's neck stood up. This wasn't right - where were all the people? To be sure, it wasn't completely deserted, but the few people there were around all shuffled past without once making eye contact, fear in their body languages. Silently, the three Leaguers closed ranks slightly, instinctively moving closer, eyes scanning every building for potential threats.

"We should make for the guest-house," Bruce said. "We need somewhere to stable the horses, and maybe rest for a night if we can't find the thief right away."

"Agreed. So that means the saloon, right?" John asked.

"How do you know?" Diana enquired.

He shrugged. "It's the way it always works in movies."

She suppressed a smile. "This isn't the Magnificent Seven, Lantern," Bruce growled.

The reference was lost on Diana, but she couldn't see any other buildings that looked like they might house accommodation. "Do you have a better idea?" she asked.

He said nothing, which she took as a 'no', and they stopped outside the saloon and tied the horses up by the water trough. Diana patted her steed's neck as it drank gratefully. She really missed her horse - a stallion by the name of Achilles. Horses were the only males allowed on Themyscira, and even then only because they were needed to breed more horses. She knew her mother would be taking good care of him, but still...she did miss him.

She followed Bruce and John inside, to be met by the sounds of a cheap piano clinking out a tune she vaguely recognised. John went to the bar and ordered them all drinks as Bruce and Diana sat at a table, their attention focusing on what everyone else's seemed to be on: a poker game going on in the centre of the bar between four men.

As they watched, one threw his cards down on the table. "I'm out."

"What's it gonna be, Earle?" another asked, his upper lip curling in a sneer.

'Earle' scratched his chin. "I'm steadyin' it, Tobias."

The final one chuckled. "My papi always said: faint heart never filled the flush."

"It ain't your papi's money," Earle told him. "Fold."

"That leaves you and me," the first man said, looking at the youngest player. "What're ya holdin', Mr Lash?"

Lash pushed the chips in front of him forward. "It'll cost ya another five hundred to find out."

Tobias did the same with a smirk. "Call." He laid his cards out in a row. "Four kings and an ace."

Lash raised an eyebrow and tipped his hat up. "Well now that's a mite perplexin'…Seein' as I got four aces and a king."

It apparently did not perplex Tobias, since he acted quickly - pulling out a gun and focusing it on Lash. "Well…I got the gun."

Lash put his hands up slowly, but suddenly a small pistol appeared in his hand, previously hidden up his sleeve. "Lotta that goin' around lately," he agreed. Then he gestured at the chips on the table. "Seems like a waste of a good size pot. How 'bout we split it and both walk away?"

Tobias's gun suddenly split into six other smaller ones. "How 'bout I keep it all?"

The other man put his gun down with a somewhat nervous smile. "Sounds fair the way you explain it." Two goons came up and grabbed his arms.

"That technology's from the future!" Diana whispered, moving to stand up.

She stilled when Bruce put his hand on hers. It was so rare for them to actually touch that she stopped and raised an eyebrow. "Wait. We don't know how things work here yet." At his commanding tone, ire rose in Diana, but she acknowledged that he might have a point, and sat down again.

"Hang 'im at dawn," Tobias growled.

The man's mouth dropped open. "Don't I get a trial?"

Tobias chuckled evilly. "Sure. You're guilty. My town, my rules."

"Wait a minute-" The lackeys started hustling him out of the door. "Can't we talk about this? How 'bout another hand, double or nothin'-!"

"I think we know how things work here now," John commented.

"We have to help that man!" Diana announced, the visceral reaction coming up at this miscarriage of justice.

"That's not what we're here for," Bruce replied immediately. "Someone's tampering with history. The stakes are much bigger than the life of one card-shark."

She narrowed her eyes. "Then it's settled. We'll break him out after sundown." As she got up, intending on getting them some rooms for the evening, she thought for a moment she heard John chuckle at something.

"Good evening," she said to the man behind the bar.

"Howdy, ma'am. What can I do ya for?"

"I need accommodation for tonight," she answered. "For three."

He nodded. "No problem. Gonna need the cash up front though."

She grimaced, then held a finger up. "One moment." She went back to the men - John was still stifling a smile, while Bruce was glaring at her. Ignoring that, she leaned forward, palm out. "I need that twenty you always keep in your boot."

He blinked. "Excuse me?"

"Bruce. Money, come on," she urged.

He narrowed his eyes, but tugged the bill out of his boot and pressed it into his hand. She turned and went back to the bar. John's chuckles were unmistakable this time.

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