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Calamity Jane (The Legend of Calamity Jane)

Rawhide Kid

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Calamity Jane pushed through the swinging doors of the saloon.  She strode with purpose towards the bar, the patrons’ loud conversations becoming nervous whispers as she passed them by.  The pale lady pulled up a barstool and sat down next to the only man at the bar.  The saloon keeper gulped and wiped off a glass. 

“Evenin’, ma’am.  What’ll you have?” 

“Let the lady have what I’m having, mister,” the man in the black suit said.  

Jane eyed the whiskey disapprovingly.  “I don’t need nothing at the moment.” 

The saloon keeper set down the glass and scurried into the back of the saloon.  Jane and the man in black sat in silence as the other patrons started to file out the door.  When the saloon was empty save for the two at the bar, Jane’s expression softened into a half-smile.  “Did you hear about this fella who once fought a walking totem?  I hear he rode with a gang that dressed like a circus and came from the future.” 

The Rawhide Kid downed his whiskey and poured himself another round.  “That’s the trouble with folks today.  Too much sun and too much whiskey make ‘em believe they’re seeing anything.  Like a girlie winning a shooting match against a guy packing a gatling gun or saving the President single handed.” 

“Yeah,” said Jane, leaning back on her stool.  “You can’t go around believing everything you hear these days.” 

The Rawhide Kid smirked and raised his glass in salute before drinking.  “Now, why did Miss Calamity Jane come lookin’ for me?  If you’re here to take me in you’d definitely be one of the better lookin’ bounty hunters I had come after me.” 

“You are still wanted for murder, Mr. Bart,” said Jane.  “But I reckon if half the stories they told about you are true you’ve managed to do a lot of good, too.  That’s why I haven’t seen the need to track you down before now.” 

“And what’s happenin’ now?” 

“I have a… friend.  He’s a captain with the calvary.  Seems convinced that he can find evidence to clear your name.  He was getting reports that you were in the territory, so he asked me to see about bringing you in.” 

The Rawhide Kid poured the last drops of whiskey from the bottle.  “So I’m supposed to just get on my horse and let you ride me into a camp full of blue suits?  I’m obliged for the offer, Miss Jane, but I’ve heard them before.  And more often than not, they turn out to be just another trick so somebody can get rich off my hanging.” 

Jane’s hand slowly moved to the whip hanging on her belt.  “This isn’t a trick, Rawhide.  I told my friend I’m going to bring you in, and that’s what I’m aiming to do.” 

“Well,” said the Rawhide Kid, taking a final sip from his glass.  “I would hate to make a liar out of a pretty thing like you.” 

The Rawhide Kid slammed the glass down and shattered it then swiftly jumped to his feet, pulled out his pistols, and fired.  But Calamity Jane was no longer sitting next to him. 

“Well, well,” the Rawhide Kid chuckled as glanced up at the balcony over the bar.  “I heard them say you were pretty fast.”  Jane’s voice came out from the rafters above the gunslinger.  “Some of those tales are true, Rawhide.” 

The Rawhide Kid had time to glance up to see Jane’s whip swinging down and snagging his left arm.  Jane dropped back down to the floor and pulled on the whip, dragging the Rawhide Kid toward her.  The Kid holstered a pistol and grabbed a chair with his right hand to stop himself. 

“Come on, Rawhide,” Jane grunted as she strained on the whip.  "Make it easy on yourself!"  

“Ma’am, compared to rest of my life, I reckon this will be easy!” 

The Kid yanked on the whip pulling Jane in off balance.  He swung the chair at the lawwoman and sent her sprawling into a table.  Forgotten playing cards and glasses crashed to the ground, but Calamity was back on her feet.  She glared at the Kid as he freed his arm from her whip and reached for her own pistol.  “Not as easy as you think, Rawhide.” 

 

OK:

Calamity Jane: armed with pistol and whip. 

Rawhide Kid: armed with two pistols. 

The fight takes place in a saloon. 

Game On! 

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