The Old West

[Farewell]

The bull was determined and i finally stood, he stood of Zaida and huffed at the snake.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[SadDubwool]

"HELP! ENGLISH!"

[Rayleonarde]

Ray wandered through town, whistling quietly. The coffin on his back cast an ominous shadow, and a feeling of dread on those who spotted it. Ray, although young, seemed (for lack of any better terms) dead. He trudged on, knowing each and every man, woman, and child that laid eyes on him would, one day, be dead. They all become my work, eventually.

[Aconitum]

Dannie slid off of Colonel and gently patted his nose. "You wait here. I'll be back in a moment."

[Rayleonarde]

Ray slung the coffin against the saloon, and sat on a bench, his face obscured by the large hat he wore. He took out a small woman's kerchief, and inspected it. "April McGuffin. Age, Seventeen. Died from the pox, Tuesday, August 7th, nineteen-oh-one."

[Aconitum]

Dannie walked toward the entrance of the saloon with her head held high and her nose turned upwards.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray stuffed the kerchief in his pocket, and watched as a funeral procession passed through town. He smiled, and stood, walking into the saloon, after hefting the coffin to his back.

[Aconitum]

Dannie sat politely at the bar, sipping at an amber liquid in a small glass that sat before her.

[Farewell]

Zaida opener her eyes weakly and growled. "You **censor**..." She Growled.
The bull happy to see she was alright huffed weakly.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Rayleonarde]

Ray shuffled, and sat at the bar, a seat or so away from Acon. He spoke, quietly. "One water, please."

[Farewell]

The man handed him a glass of water and continued to clean other glasses.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Aconitum]

Dannie crossed one leg over the other and went to take another sip of her drink, but a large wolf standing behind her stumbled and accidentally knocked her glass from her paw.

[Rayleonarde]

Ray jostled the coffin on his back, and it opened, revealing the Gatling gun housed within.

[Farewell]

Furries continued to do what they were doing and the drunk wolf continue to laugh and stumble around.


~I'm not Bossy, I just know what you should be doing~

[Aconitum]

Dannie sighed and folded her paws in her lap. "My drink, sir. You seemed to have spilled it. I reckon a new is in order."

The wolf scoffed and turned to his friends, laughing before he leaned against the counter beside her. "And if I don't?"