-SWEARING NOTICE, BUT YOU KNOW THAT-
Marshal walks around the busy streets of Geonplea, looking for something to do. He then comes across a bar, so of course he entered!
"Ah, good afternoon sir. What would you like to drink?" asks the bartender, in this empty bar.
"A bottle of tequila would be fine." Marshal replys, removing his hat from his head while sitting down at the bar.
"Coming right up."
The Bartender hands Marshal a bottle of tequila, as Marshal takes a swig of it.
"Thanks. Empty place today huh?"
"Quite sad actually. This place used to be always full, and yet now, the flies do a better service then anything else."
"What'd you think happened?"
"I know exactly what happened. There's this guy who came here every night for years, he was the life of the party! Even though he got drunk very easily, he always managed to get most of the town we could fit in here. For a while, he had a nice lady that would come every now and then. She stopped coming a few months ago, and boy did he miss her. He came to me one night as we were closing in tears. But just over a month ago, he left town and hasn't come back since. I miss him too, such a nice guy."
"He sounds rather swell, what was his name?"
"Oh, you've probably heard it. His father owned the highest income custom gun's in the whole country. His name's Wyatt Reyes. Greatest guy I've ever met. You must know him right?"
"I've met him before. Great guy indeed."
"If you wanna know why I think he left, he went off to get his girl back. They say son of Manson McCoy is the one that got her. I'm starting to think Wyatt shot and killed the poor bastard. He hasn't returned since and might be behind bars. When did you last see him?"
"About 20 minutes ago, he told me to go get a drink while he does work."
"Really?! What'd he do with the McCoy boy?! TELL ME!"
"Well, last thing I knew what happened between the two, they accidentally looked at each other's dicks. Apparently, they both were packing he said."
The Bartender gasps.
"But Cowboy rule number 1!"
"I said the same thing! But if I'm being honest, he did have a nice dick."
The Bartender looks at Marshal.
"Son of a Bitch, you're younger then I thought you would be. Would you like an extra shot, it's on the house."
"You're too kind. After all, do you wanna the hear the whole story of how we got there?"
"YES PLEASE! I've been waiting to hear about him."
"Alright, so it all starts back on a train track, where I was tied up, left for dead."
After hours, and a few more shots. Marshal clues off his story.
"And then, he told me he would meet me at sunset at the cliff behind the town. And that's it."
"Wow~ that sounds amazing! So tell me, what's it like between you two now?"
"Well, I'm not fully sure. We're definitely friends. But I almost feel like there's something more."
"I feel you partner. And speak of the devil, the Sun's about to set, you should get going."
"Ah yes, thanks for the great service partner, how much do I owe you?"
"After that, it's on the house. Now go before it's too late!"
Marshal tips his hat to the bartender on the way out, and heads towards the cliff.
When he reached the top of the cliff, he finds Wyatt sitting by the edge, with a box next to him.
"Pleasure to see you out here tonight partner." Marshal says, sitting down next to Wyatt.
"Same to you. How'd you enjoy my hometown today?" Wyatt asks.
"I spent the whole time down at the bar. The bartender was real nice there. He misses you he said."
"I miss Frank too. We used to have the best bar party's. I'm guessing you already know that though."
"So, what were you up to the whole evening?"
"You'll see," Wyatt turns to face Marshal and hands him the box, "It's inside."
Marshal opens the box and sees a custom pistol, with a wooden handle with engraving all over it. And on both sides, is his own name.
"Do you like it?" Wyatt asks.
"Like it? Fuck no! I LOVE IT!" Marshal responds, immediately putting it into his gun holster.
"I mean, you did ask for one. So I thought what better time then before going to walk right into danger?!"
"I don't know, maybe as a thank you gift or something?"
"Yeah probably. But I rather sooner then later, after all. This might be the last moment we can get together before you go with Marribelle and I go back to my job. So I said fuck it and I'm giving it to you now."
"Well, I suppose you got a point."
They both turn their attention to Geonplea below them, and Wyatt rests his head on Marshal's shoulder.
"Hey Wyatt, what would happen if... If one of us never leave Death Valley again after tomorrow?"
"That's not going to happen! There's one of him and two of us. We easily kill that son of a bitch."
"And after that, then what? Do we just never see eachother again?"
"Of course not, you're always welcome in my place, Marribelle too. Just because our adventure is soon over doesn't mean we are. Partner's for life."
"Aw~ you'd really say that?!"
"Obviously, you're the only person that I'd trust anything with."
"Odd, I swear just a week ago you wanted me dead."
"I didn't know you then. And now I do. Huge difference."
"Sure~ Let's go with that. So why'd you want to take me up here anyways? Ain't this spot just for you and Marribelle when you guys were a thing?"
"I suppose, but now. It can be yours and hers. Unless you rather let me keep it for someone?"
"I think you already have at this point. I mean come on, you said it yourself. You only took Marribelle up here before, the one woman you loved. Now what do you think that says?"
Wyatt tenses up a bit as he adverts his gaze away, hiding his flustered up face.
"I still don't get it-"
"You do so~"
"I don't-"
Marshal grabs him by the collar of his shirt and pulls him over to face him.
"Your face says it all. You don't have to say anything."
Wyatt, who's basically come face to face with a great opportunity, decides to improvise a little longer. He also grabs Marshal's collar and turns him flat on his back, Wyatt on top of him.
"Well, looks like you skipped base one and ran straight to 3rd, not bad thinking." Marshal says.
Wyatt quickly gets off him and begins to walk off.
"Well, I should be going no-"
Marshal grabs Wyatt's hand, causing him to stop in his tracks.
"Aw come on, just stop holding back at this point. We both know what you want right now, just," Marshal pull Wyatt back towards him, "Let this be a sober memory instead of a drunk one this time, alright?"
Wyatt now has both of his hands resting on Marshal's chest, and looking this man dead in his eyes. They're meer millimeters apart, and Wyatt is slightly trembling.
"Well, what do you think now? Is it your spot, or ours?"
Wyatt's lips tremble until he takes a deep breath, closes his eyes, and prepares,that's all he can do. He wraps his arms around Marshal's neck. He slowly moves towards Marshal, but the he has other plans and moves straight into action. He removes Wyatt's hat, and lets their bodies mold into eachother.
They only break their mouths apart for brief breaths, as Wyatt is eating this up. Wyatt just can't seem to stop, this is it. This is all he's wanted for the past few days, just to be taken away into his arm's one more time like this.
After going a few more minutes, Marshal finally breaks apart feom Wyatt. Marshal licks his lips while looking a Wyatt.
"I think we can both say, we missed that." Marshal says.
"Fuck yes. I don't know what it is, but can I just say you taste good~" Wyatt adds.
"But, are now going to tell me what exactly went though your head that night?"
"After that, I'll tell you anything. Let's just say, I believe there's always been a part of me hidden deep down, that just wanted you. And after I first got a taste of you, can I say that I got addicted."
"I never thought you'd say that. Cause I think the exact same thing."
"I guess that that's a yes to another go?"
"Fuck yeah you Son of a Bitch."
Wyatt pulls Marshal back in for another long kiss, as the sun sets behind them.
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.
