Chapter 2: Bonnie
Written by: Robert
John opened his eyes. He was lying on a rickety bed in and old shack. He could hear quite a few people talking outside. He leaned up. "Gaaah." He looked down to see his bullet wound was bandaged up. The door opened and a woman stepped inside.
"It's about time you woke up." The woman said.
"So I'm assumin' you found me?" John asked.
"That's right. With a fancy manga book in your hand. No wonder you got shot."
"Funny, ma'am." He said, standing up, wincing in pain.
"Much abliged for fixin' me up, miss…"
"MacFarlane. Bonnie MacFarlane." She said.
"How much do I owe you, Miss MacFarlane?" John asked.
"Twenty dollars should do it. Or you could work off your debt on the farm."
"I just may do that, Miss MacFarlane." John said, opening the door.
There were a couple of men kicking a third man on the ground.
"What's that about?" John asked.
"E3." She rolled her eyes. "Everybody's always got an opinion."
The men continued kicking the third man.
"Ye don't got a lick o' sense in your head! Color Splash don't look worth a hog's hind end!" The man shouted.
John Marston and Bonnie continued walking past. Better to let them settle their own disputes.
"Tell you what." Bonnie said. "You give me a ride up the road to Armadillo and consider the debt paid.
"That's awful nice o' you, Miss MacFarlane." John said.
"Call me Bonnie." She said back.
The two of them climbed up onto the stagecoach and began the ride to Armadillo.
"You wanna tell me what you were doin' outside of Fort Mercer with a hole in your side?" Bonnie asked.
"Differences in opinion, ma'am." John simply said.
"Oh really? And what was your opinion?"
"I'm not rightly a fan of Dragon Ball GT, Miss MacFarlane."
Bonnie groaned.
"That's what it's always about. What is it with men defending cartoons coming from God knows where?"
"They come from Japan, ma'am." John said.
"Americans don't have any business fiddlin' with Animes and Manga books." Bonnie said.
"And what's your source of entertainment if I may ask, Miss MacFarlane?"
"I read books." Bonnie answered.
"Comic books?" John asked.
"No. Books. Without the pictures."
"Come again?"
"Books, Mister Marston."
"Ain't no fun in that, ma'am."
Bonnie sighed.
They stopped the coach in Armadillo. John got off with Bonnie and they made their separate ways.
"If you need anything, don't hesitate to come back and see me, Mister Marston." Bonnie said, tossing John the manga that got him shot. "And tuck that away so I don't have to fix another hole in ya."
"I'll keep that in mind, Miss MacFarlane." John said.