Chapter 5: Dusty's first heist
Dusty rode up north but being that his bullet wound was not totally healed he was very weak & laid limp on his horse.
There was a carriage full of sisters headed south to visit their family. One of the sisters happened to look out just in time to see Dusty in his condition, "Hey driver, stop for a second." One of the older sisters said.
"Ronnie, what are you doing?" Another sister asked.
"He's hurt we've got to get him to a doctor, now." Ronnie said as she pulled him off his horse and on the ground. A couple other of Ronnie's sisters began assisting her in putting him into the carriage. "Thanks, Issy & Min." Ronnie replied.
"It was no problem at all." Minnie replied.
"I tied his horse to the back of the carriage." One of the sisters replied.
"Great, thanks, Missy." Ronnie said.
"No prob." Missy said.
"Come on. I don't think he's gonna last much longer if you keep standing around like that." The sister that was still in the carriage informed.
"You're right, Natalie. We better get him to the closest town & quick." Missy agreed.
"Alright, change of plans sir. We need to get to the closest doctor's office." Isabelle said.
"Alright, Miss." The driver replied as he began to drive the carriage off.
The driver took them to their brother's office since he was a doctor after all. He heard the carriage outside his window, "Who might this be?" He wondered.
"Mase!" Isabelle called for him.
"Issy?" Mason said as he walked outside to the carriage. "Isabelle, it's good to see you." Mason greeted as he held out his hand to help her down.
"We've brought you someone to look at." Ronnie said.
"Well, let me see." Mason replied as he crawled into the carriage, "Bullet wound. It appears that someone attempted to help the boy out, already. I'll see what I can do for the poor chap." he muttered as he drug him out of the carriage carefully, then carried him inside.
"Well good morning, old boy. I was actually starting to get worried about you." Mason replied.
"Where am I?" Dusty asked.
"Boston. A few of my sisters found you & have absolutely been worried sick about you." Mason explained.
"Who are you?" Dusty asked.
"Mason Jones-Kirkland, at your service. You had a pretty nasty wound there, my boy." Mason replied, "Tell me, where are you from?"
"Indian Territory." Dusty replied.
"For lands sakes, what brought you all the way out here?" Mason asked.
"Not sure." Dusty answered.
"So, I see. Well, you've been sleeping for a long time, after all. I suppose you probably don't remember much." Mason stated.
"Mase, we're back. How's he... Oh, good you're awake." Isabelle said.
"Yeah." Dusty answered.
"He actually woke up not too long ago." Mason informed her.
"So, when am I gonna get to leave?" Dusty asked.
"As soon as you regain strength you may leave, but until then." Mason replied.
Dusty sighed, "How long until then?" he asked.
"It's different for every person." Mason answered, pushing his glasses on his nose before walking out,
"Come a long, Issy, let's inform the others about our friend's condition." Mason said as he and Isabelle walked out & Dusty crawled out of his bed, threw his shirt back on then snuck out. He grabbed a chest on the girls' carriage, he proceeded to opened it, finding some money from what seemed like it came from a treasury, Dusty smirked then grabbed a couple of pouches full then, shut the chest back, untied his horse, finally he rode away.
Missy, Minnie, Natalie, and Isabelle don't belong to me, they belong to my friend Nina luvs Iceland. Also, I don't own Hetalia I only wish I did. :)