A familiar form slithered into Dirt under cover of night, almost trying to hide "Nothing is going my way today." it hissed, the rattle/Vulcan on it's tail not making a noise. The form coiled and looked at it's shadow opening it's mouth and exposing it's fangs, or rather, fang now. It sighed recoiling and nursing a bullet-wound in it's side "Damn that demon to the darkest pits of hell, damn him to The Devil's personal torture chambers!" it cursed another form stepping out from a building not far away
"I trust your not here to cause trouble, eh, Jake?" it asked, a hand on the magnum at it's hip.
The snake hissed slightly in reply "Rango..." was all it said before slithering slightly closer "Your in for a tough next couple days... Sheriff.. There is a demon coming to town, one born from the darkest pits of hell, a place where I myself refuse to tread." The rattlesnake finished as it stared forlornly at it's weapon, I am your only warning, when I was attacked, I had ten of the best shooters and the worst outlaws you will ever find here, they never fired a shot. This demon gunned them down with a single bullet, one to each. With my 'partners' down his sight's set on me. I managed to escape, but only after I had wasted every bullet I owned and what I could pull from the fallen. I pay for that though, for two of the shots found their way to my fang and side. I lost my fang, and damn near lost my life trying to get here. Get me a room, and a doctor in the morning, and I'll give you all the details you would ever want of that gruesome scene. Then I will be on my way." The snake said reciting his small tale as the Lizard listened turning and motioning for him to follow
"Then rest up, doc will be by in the morning. Don't cause any trouble and we won't have a problem, although in your current state, I don't think you would be much of a threat, then when you aren't as trashed." Rango replied Jake following silently and entering the in, which was accommodated for his visits, be them somewhat-friendly or not. Rango walked to the bar and spoke some quiet words with the barkeep who went wide-eyed and looked at Jake, for not even a second before rushing off to prepare the room. Two minutes passed by, and the barkeep returned holding the key out to Rango, who in turn offered it to Jake who hooked it with his one remaining fang, and slid off to his room.
"And you are?" a voice hissed in the haze
"A concerned citizen." responded an unfamiliar voice it sounded happy as if the person speaking was smiling
"Concerned enough that you would risk your life for a pitiful piece of shit town?" another voice asked the sound of a gun being pulled coming near the end from the sentence.
"Concerned enough that I will put you 6 feet under should you threaten it." The voice hissed out in reply threateningly "Now I suggest you leave before you do something you regret."
"On the contrary, Lizard, your going to regret ever trying to interfere. Take him down." One other voice spoke, his own. What happened after that lit up the haze with images of the bodies after each shot fired. Six, then a reload for four, then those as well. Jake's Vulcan fired lighting up even the bodies once more, and the twisted terrifying look of their killer, another reload for six. Yet a shot for two and a gun clicking empty, then... Jake screamed in pain the sound of boots falling towards his curled, pain-wracked form. "You, how?" he asked another shot firing, and Jake bolted upright from where he was lying breathing heavily
"Just a dream... Just a dream..." he repeated lying back down, unable to get to back to sleep.
The next day.
"So this is Dirt." A mysterious figure said standing on a cliff overlooking the city "I was expecting someplace more... interesting." it chuckled, it's hand resting on the magnum at his hip. He thought for a moment and jumped off the cliff spreading wide black wings to arrest his fall. Walking forward he entered the town, with not a look back to where he was.
Entering it slowly, he noticed the eyes on his form, hidden beneath a cloak as black as night 'They seem to react normally to the presence of a stranger within their town, especially one with the air I own.' he thought looking out from underneath his hat, which covered his face well. He took a step towards the Saloon and entered it all action stopping upon his arrival. He smiled under his hat and walked up to the bar, eyes on him every step of the way. Reaching his destination he took his hat off and laid it on the bar, revealing regal reptilian features "Give me a glass of the strongest stuff you got." he asked the barkeep working right away to get him the drink. Slowly people started going back to their self-appointed tasks, until a glass banged down on the table "What was that, friend?" the stranger called to one of the men playing cards
"I said, Ignore him. He wouldn't have the balls to stir up trouble here, not with both Rango and Rattlesnake Jake around." A Naga by the looks of him, and he laid down a full house pulling the chips on the table towards him
"care to take this outside, brother? Although I doubt you'll be returning to take your money." the stranger said the Naga reacting to the stranger's words pulling his gun and slithering over "You have five seconds to take back your threat before you have a bullet through your skull." it said cocking the hammer back and starting to count the gun even with the back of the stranger's head, and only an inch away "5... 4... 3... 2..."
"Time's up brother." The stranger said, a gunshot sounding as the Naga fell backwards, blood gushing from the fatal gunshot in his throat. The stranger got up, and picked up the body, slinging it over his shoulder "Let me take out the trash for you, Wouldn't want it to stink up the place." he said walking out and dumping the body next to the door to the astonishment of the town. Walking back in he smiled, noticing the most important of all the eyes on him, Sheriff Rango's.
"Now if any of you boys want to try and start trouble, you go right on ahead. Every single one of you troublemakers will be meeting you maker." The stranger said letting the threat hang and walked up to his seat, the action in the saloon resuming with whispered questions circling underneath the normal racket. One of the patrons stood up and walked over to him "Sir, excuse me for asking, but what is your name?"
"My name... Hm... I guess it will have to be Shadow." he said thinking quite hard
"Shadow, you didn't know your name before?"
"Honestly, I hardly used it for so long, I forgot it. People tend to call me the stranger, until I prove that if anyone so much as pisses me off then I will stick to them like their shadow until one of us is dead." he finished, more for the crowd then the person asking. "I'm here on business though. Where is Rattlesnake Jake..."