Wyatt is stretching as the sun begins to rise over the horizon. He turns back and looks at Marshal, who's still sleeping, leaned over on a rock next to where the fire pit was. He already has washed his arm off before getting fully dressed back up in his gear.
"Now let's see, who's gonna be shocked when it turns out my arm feels great? I mean, internal damage could still be there... But then again, he wouldn't want me to risk causing more damage." Wyatt pondered, before focusing on Marshal again, "Alright, you win this time. But if I still can't shoot anything by tomorrow, screw it."
Wyatt grabs Marshal's hat which is next to the fire pit, goes to he pond and fills it up with water, and stands over Marshal as he pours the cold water over his head. Marshal slowly wakes up as it happens, and overall doesn't seem bothered.
"Ah, good morning old man. I see you wake up with the sun still and get lonely, so your only thought is to wake me up." Marshal exclaims, standing up and grabbing his hat from Wyatt.
"Well as much as I was getting lonely, I wanted to wake you up early so we can go. We've got a long day ahead of us."
"Ah, do you expect us to get to Death Valley tonight? I mean it's just outside Geonplea Park, and Marribelle is probably thinking we've forgotten about her at this point."
"Well,yes. But I also wanted to spend some time at Geonplea, just while we can."
"What makes you think that?"
"There's something I gotta do there, alone."
Marshal's eyes dim a bit at the word 'alone'.
"Oh, well we better head over there now then! It must be important to you if you're willing to stop another while before going straight for Death Valley."
"It is indeed. Now, I already checked my arm this morning, and it just seems more healed over from yesterday. We're good to go as soon as you're ready."
"Alright, let me get ready then."
Marshal bends down by the fire pit as Wyatt watches. He soon looks back with a smirk though.
"If you wanted to see me wet again, you could've just asked. You know that right-?" Marshal begins before being cut off.
"W-what?! No, I- I just wanted to wake your ass up without dropping you in the pond myself, if it weren't for my arm that is." Exclaims Wyatt, stumbling over some of his words.
"Sure~ let's go with that."
Marshal pulls Wyatt's hat over his face while walking towards Bullet, who is ready to go. Wyatt follows him over, adjusting his hat as Marshal helps him up.
They both get settled as Marshal gives Bullet the motion to begin going towards Geonplea Park.
A few hours later, they're able to see Geonplea in the distance. Though Wyatt taps Marshal on his shoulder, as Bullet comes to a halt.
"Yes, you have my attention?" Marshal asks.
"I gotta take a piss, you mind?" Wyatt asks quietly.
"I thought you'd never ask! I've had to go for at least 5 minutes now. Though, I don't see any bushes around here..."
"Who said you need a bush. There's only me and you out here. Just look your own way and do what you need to do. It'll be at least another 10 minutes before we reach Geonplea Park anyways."
"Fair point," Marshal makes sure Wyatt gets off okay, "you can go first if you'd like."
"Since when'd you become such a gentleman?"
"Since I insisted."
"Fair point."
Wyatt walks a bit away from Marshal as he casually begins to pee, until Marshal comes up right next to him and joins in.
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID I COULD GO FIRST?!" Wyatt Shouts, while not looking at Marshal.
"I COULDN'T HOLD IT ANYMORE YOU SON OF A BITCH! A man's gonna piss when he gotta piss."
Wyatt just does his best to look away, though he has the strangest urge to look down. But we all know that curiosity gets the best of us all. Wyatt immediately looks away, seeming tensed up now after he just witnessed.
They both head back to Bullet in silence, which is unfortunately broken.
"I find it hard to see why Marribelle left you." Marshal says.
"What makes you say that?" Wyatt asked.
"You know... You've got quite the gun down there."
"Oh~ I know right?!" Wyatt takes out his pistol, "She's amazing isn't she?"
"No you-" Marshal sighs, "I'm talking about your dick you old ass man."
Wyatt is caught off guard and almost drops his pistol in the process, before putting it away. Marshal gets up on Bullet as Wyatt gets behind him.
"Well, thanks for the compliment I guess? In my honesty though, you're an even trade for her too."
Marshal looks back at him in a shock.
"Dude, I thought you knew the rules? It's like the first rule and al-"
"You're no better. Now hurry up, I've got stuff to do remember."
"R-right..."
Bullet continues off towards Geonplea Park, as the sun rests in the middle of the sky.
When they arrive, Wyatt tells Marshal to stop by this building, which looks rather empty when it comes to having people inside.
"Um, may I ask why you're gonna be here?" Marshal inquires.
"I got to work on something. You can go off on you're own marry way for a while okay? Just meet me right before sunset on the cliff just outside of here. Got it?" Wyatt explains.
"Alright, though you can bet anything that I'm going to the nearest bar."
"I had a feeling you would say that."
Marshal gives a quick wave as he rides Bullet off to the nearest stable, as Wyatt watches until he is out of sight. He turns to face the building behind him.
"Home Sweet Home. Man did I miss this place... Memoires aside, let's get to work," Wyatt says stepping inside, "Now, where's the one I had half completed at?"
YOU ARE READING
Dueling Pistols
ActionTwo Outlaws meet at a cross point, little do they know, they'll need eachother more then they hoped for. Follow Wyatt and Marshal as the hunt show down the biggest bad that has walked the State of Texas.
