Chapter 11: Katie & Wynter Jones

Dusty rode to the plains of Kansas. "Not much farther & I'll be back home. Seems like I've just lead that ole sheriff in a wild goose chase." Dusty chuckled to himself. 'Is this what I'm gonna be doin' fir the rest of my life? Runnin' away from my problems? Maybe... Maybe it's fir the better, I guess. Try to stay out of Indian Territory, fir as long as I'm livin'.' Dusty began to dwell on things such as that, that he didn't notice that two girls one with blonde hair & blue-green eyes & the other with orange hair & brown eyes snuck up on him.

One fired her gun causing Dusty's horse to buck him off. Dusty fell on the ground as they rode circles around him. Dusty wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth then grabbed his gun. The orange headed girl lassoed it out of Dusty's hand. Dusty growled irritatably, "Alright, that does it! Y'all are in fir it now! I don't care if y'all are girls!" Dusty snapped as he grabbed his lasso & began to swing. The blonde girl lassoed his arm the one he was swinging the rope with. Then, she lassoed the other then began dragging him on the ground. The red headed girl giggled then lassoed his feet they both tightened the rope & began to ride off with their prize the wanted outlaw, Dusty in their possession.

Soon a boulder was going to come between the two riders. Dusty screamed. The two riders loosened the rope then flung him over the rock & before he landed they tightened it once again. Dusty's body convulsed in riders stopped for the night. Dusty had sweat pouring off his face & he panted.

"How much longer until we get to, Kentucky?" The blonde rider asked.

"We'll be there by morning." The red head rider replied, "Then, we'll get our reward."

"Okay." The blonde replied. "Why, are ya starting to have second thoughts about this?" The red head asked.

"No. I'm not." The blonde answered.

"Okay. Better get some sleep. We head out at dawn." the red head responded as she laid down.

"Okay." The blonde replied as she laid down as well.

The blonde rider waited until her fellow rider was asleep then she walked over to the captive outlaw with a canteen in hand.

"Dusty." She replied softly. Dusty opened his eyes & jumped then grabbed her by the shoulders. She gasped.

"Now, ya stay quiet & tell me why you kidnapped me!" Dusty demanded.

"Well, we didn't kidnap you. We took you to hand you to our brother." The blonde rider explained.

"Who's that?" Dusty interrogated.

"His name's, Kenny." The blonde rider answered.

"The sheriff?!" Dusty snapped.

"Shh, calm down. You've been through a lot today & I'm sorry." She apologized as she gave him the canteen, "I figured you'd be thirsty."

"Thanks. Uh..." Dusty said.

"Wynter. Wynter Jones. And, that's my older sister Katie by the fire." Wynter explained.

"Alright. Thanks, Wyn. So, your brother... Kenny. What's he like besides the uptight jerk that I've seen." Dusty asked.

"He's pretty much like that all the time, but he can be friendly when he wants to." Wynter explained.

"I see." Dusty said.

"Why?" Wynter asked.

"Well, when he sees me, I'm not gonna appeal to his friendly side." Dusty next morning. The two rode the rest of the way to Kentucky. Where Sheriff Kenny was waiting.

"Thank you, Kate. I knew I could count on you & Wyn to catch him." Kenny remarked. Dusty glared at Kenny.

"It was no prob, Kenny. It was actually pretty easy." Katie responded.

Kenny smirked, "Here. As I promised." He said as he gave both Wynter & Katie a bag full of gold each before cuffing Dusty then throwing his pained body over his horse & rode off to the prison.

Taylor watched from the hill near by, "Don't worry, kiddo. I'll get ya out." she remarked as she glared through her binoculars.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Disclaimer: I don't own Hetalia. I wish I did. Katie & Wynter Jones belong to my bestie Nina luvs Iceland. I would also like to thank her for inspiring this chapter. :)