Chapter 9: Dusty meets Lana Jones-Bonnefoy

After a sad farewell to his old friend Iris. To Dusty it seemed like a long journey to the state of Louisiana.

"Well, howdy, there." Dusty greeted a beautiful woman with blonde hair & blue-green eyes who was right by the border line.

"Bonjour, monsieur." The girl greeted in her native language: French.

"Do ya speak English?" Dusty asked noticing that she was speaking a language he'd never heard in his entire life.

"Aucun." The girl answered as she shook her head; no.

"Well, do ya have a name?" Dusty asked her.

"Mon nom est, Lana." She answered.

"Lana, huh? Ya know, fir someone who can't speak a lick of English ya sure do know how to understand it pretty well." Dusty remarked.

"Fine! I speak English... Happy?!" Lana growled.

"I thought so. But anyhow, I reckon this might be your carriage right, Miss Lana?" Dusty asked.

"Yes, it is. Why? What are you some kind of big time outlaw or something?" Lana asked in an unimpressed tone.

"No... Well... Maybe. It all depends on who you are connected to, little lady." Dusty said. 'What in world?!' He thought.

"Interesting." Lana replied with a smirk plastered on her face,"So, what are you going to do, Monsieur outlaw?" She asked in a curious tone.

"Well first off what I'm gonna do is..." 'What the heck? Why am I about to tell this girl what I'm gonna do?' Dusty thought. "...attempt to take what ever I can from ya. Since that is what I do." 'Did I really just say that out loud?'

"Really, now?" Lana asked.

"Ah!" Dusty's entire body suddenly convulsed in pain as he fell to the ground.

'What's going on... H-hey! I-I can't move now! What's going on?!'

"Hey! What the heck did ya do to me?!" Dusty snapped.

"Shut up!" Lana remarked.

"Ow!" Dusty exclaimed each time he was continually getting slammed on the ground without one person touching him. Dusty moaned in pain as soon as he was still again only to be thrown into the horse's water. Dusty finally was able to get out of the water and stand firm back up on his feet as he wiped the little amount of blood that was trickling down from the corner of his mouth. "Knock it, off! Ya little..." He snapped just before getting thrown into a building.

"Had enough yet, monsieur outlaw?" Lana asked.

"Lana! That's enough!" A familiar voice exclaimed. Dusty then sighed in relief before falling forwards on his face.

"My hero." Dusty remarked in a voice that was in excruciating pain.

"Kenny?" Lana asked.

"Who's this stranger?" Kenny asked as he rode up. "I don't know. Some bigtime outlaw or so he claims, the idiot even tried to rob me so, I had to protect myself." Lana answered her older brother.

"Really now? So, you're an outlaw, huh?" Kenny asked as he helped Dusty up by grabbing him by his arm & pulling him up on his feet. Dusty panted heavily in pain.

"Ya know, you look awfully familiar." Kenny said as examined Dusty's facial features. Dusty didn't say a single word he just kept breathing heavily.

"Come on partner. Let's get ya on a saddle." Kenny said as he helped him on his horse. Dusty then grabbed a hold of his reigns while Sheriff Kenny wasn't paying any attention to him.

He smirked, "Adios, Sheriff!" Dusty exclaimed as he rode away.

"Why, you little! I'm gonna get that son of a gun if it's the last thing I do!" Kenny snapped.

"It's your own fault, you weren't watching him." Lana remarked.

"You stay outta this!" Kenny snapped,"I'll get him. Soon enough." Sheriff Kenny already knew that there was absolutely no use in trying to ride after Dusty since he was already out of sight.

Disclaimer: Lana Jones-Bonnefoy does not belong to me she belongs to my friend Nina luvs Iceland. Also Hetalia does not belong to me, I just wish I did.