I followed the characters, with only one thing in mind. Bank robbery. I know, I was probably over reacting. But I just had a feeling like I should watch these fellows. And out here, I learned not to ignore that feeling. My suspicions rose when I caught them eyeing the bank building. They had their hats low, and made little eye contact. One of them looked at me straight in the eye. Usually, ladies were the first one to look away. But I had already made up my mind not to like them, so I glared back. He pulled away, a bit confused. What a loser, I thought. They split up. One in front of the livery, one in front of the land sell. Two stopped at the bank. I watched closely. My fingers itched and my heart lurched when I saw them pull up their bandannas around their faces right before going in. Now the town didn't notice. They all went on with their business, like nothing was happening. Which to them, nothing was. But I knew. Before I knew it, I was marching across the street, my eyes set on the bank door. The man at the livery, came in my way, and stopped me, his hands up.
"Scuse me, miss, the bank is closed." He said. My eyes flared, and I looked up slowly with a smile.
"It ain't no holiday today… it ain't closed." I said, my voice icy. He hesitated, surprised for a second. I saw his fingers twitch around his gun. But I had a plan already.
"Miss you can't go in there." he said. My eyes sparked again, giving a warning to step back. But being the first time to meet a fiery girl like me, he didn't know it was a warning, and didn't know how to take it. He just kind of thought over the words to say next. But I had no time to let him.
"Hey, aren't you the brother of that guy?" I said, pointing behind him to his left. He turned… proving I was right about him being a loser. Who fell for the oldest trick! He turned left, I took off to his right. Before he could do anything, I had walked into the bank. Inside, was quiet, the men had their hands up, the women frightened, two men with guns out, and all eyes on me. I pulled out a few bucks, and walked up to the counter where the cashier had his hands up. I looked at him. "Can I please make an account under the name… Elizabeth Jones?" Nobody moved, or said anything… just wonder what the heck I was doing.
"Hey…" a man tapped me on the shoulder. I guessed one of them with a gun. I turned, looking annoyed.
"You can wait you're turn… I was here first." I snapped, and turned back to the cashier, but the man tapped me again. I heard the bell of the door opening. The man who had tried to stop me.
"Ben what's up with this women! You're not doing you're job!" the man said.
"I tired! She just shot past me!" the man named Ben said.
"Excuse me, sir… can I please get an account?" I said again.
"Hey! Hands up!" the man shouted pulling his gun up to my head. I stopped. Boy this guy had guts. He was brave. He was smart… he was dead. I starred at the gun… then at the man holding it.
"A pathetic 38. navy colt. Old, worn, and hasn't been washed in weeks judging by the look of the barrel. I said, shutting one eyes and looking straight down the barrel of the pistol. "You should take better care of em."
"Look, I don't know who you are, or how you know that, but I said it again… hands up!"
"Hands up... got it…" I said, "Just one more question…" My hands just itching to snap out my pistols. I was going to have to be fast. I was angry. Then he blinked… I fired. His gun flew from my hands, and the other two were pinned, with empty hands… pistols clanking on the floor, "Should I put my hands up with or without my guns?"
"How the…" one started…
"Oh… sorry… didn't really give you a chance to answer now did I?" I said, a sly smile. I looked at a man by the door. He looked decent enough… almost charming. "Sir… could you be so kind to get the sheriff?" he was the only person smiling other then me in the room. His eyes were a soft brown, his smile cocky and mysterious. His brown hair under a tan hat. He nodded, and went out, chuckling to himself. A few minutes, and the Sheriff had them in cuffs. They were led off, as the Sheriff walked up to me.
"Look, Sheriff, I don't want to hear it right now. These bums just got me in a bad mood. I don't want to hear anything about it." I said.
"Alright… just know you have our thanks." He said. I nodded and he left. I went out to the street, and slowly walked down the board walk.
"That was some… interesting shooting you did in there." I turned to see the man I had asked to get the sheriff was next to me, matching my pace.
"Not much to some people." I said.
"You were fast."
"There's always somebody faster."
"Where'd you learn to shoot?" I looked at him.
"Why so interested?" I asked, a little meaner then I meant.
"I didn't mean to pry. Names Jesse." He said. My frowned turned… and my heart lifted. "I take it yours is Elizebeth James?" I rolled my eyes in a smile.
"It's Elisha Young.." I said, looking at the floor, my smile still big, "See, we outlaws gotta keep different names about… helps hide where we are."
"Excuse me?" Jesse said, a bit stunned. I chuckled.
"So, Jesse, where's your brother Frank? I mean, as close as you guys are, I wouldn't think you'd be to far apart." Before I could blink, Jesse had grabbed my arm, and pushed me into an ally, his soft gentleman personality taking a turn. His gun was in my face before my smile could get any bigger.
"Who are you?" he demanded. I put my hands up, still smiling. When I looked at Jesse, he wasn't exactly frowning. But not smiling. Not worried, but not happy.
"Look, I know who YOU are, JESSE JAMES, and you're brother Frank, and the rest of your gang… Cole, Ben.. the usual. If I was a threat, I would have turned you in already. As you saw, I don't exactly hesitate to do what needs to be done… just cause a gun is pointing the wrong way at me."
"How do you know who I am?" he asked.
"Well, to tell you the truth, it's easier to talk to a friend, when the guns are put a way." I said, looking down. Jesse followed my gaze. I had my gun pointing to his belly. He chuckled, and pulled his gun off. I did the same. "Relax. I like you guys. I believe in the cause of your fight. What I don't get is why you're in New Mexico. Isn't you're fight in Missouri?" Jesse looked at me, not answering. I sighed. He still didn't trust me, "You ever heard of Billy the Kid?"
"Yeah, heard of him… had dinner with him."
"I got accounts with them. And they're alive because of me. See… I'm not all mean."
"That don't explain how you know about me, and my gang." He said. I shrugged.
"Happens a lot." I said, looking away, around the corner for eavesdroppers. "I have a habbit of making sure I know who's around…" I turned around. Jesse was gone. Disappeared like a shadow, "And so do you." I said, smiling. I walked out of the ally, and almost ran into a girl running full speed.
We bumped, she excused herself, and kept running. But that had done it. That bump had reminded me what I came here for. The pain came back hard, fast and sharp. My side still ached. What the crap. So the pain disappeared for me to save a bank and then WhAM it's suddenly back? The time warp sure had funny timing.
I had to get patched up. I had the stuff in my room. Quickly and as smoothly as possible, I went to the hotel, and found my room. I patched myself up, drenching it in whiskey to numb it, and laid down in bed. Rest sounded good right now. In fact, as soon as I said it… my eyes lids dropped. I was emerged in the silence of my room, the relaxing feeling of being alone, the warmth of the covers, and the softness of the bed compared to the hard ground. What a day, I thought. I had made the famous smile of Billy the Kid, turn. I had stopped a bank robbery, scaring off three men, and met Jesse James, another famous outlaw in this time. And I had blow it all over like it was nothing… like it would happen everyday. It wasn't exactly every kid got to do that.
But right now… nothing mattered. I pushed the thoughts from my head… and drifted off, falling into a world of dreams. One last thought pulsed through my brain, that threatened to surprise me fully away. Would I dream of home again? one way to find out.