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The next morning, Wyatt turns over in his bed, and sees Marshal lying next to him. Marshal's already looking back at him.
"Morning partner, I see you're awake now." Wyatt says.
"I've been lying here in pain for half an hour. Thanks to you, my ass hurts a bit after last night." Marshal remarks.
"It's not fully my fault, you're the one who kept saying go harder. You're one thirsty thing you know?"
"You didn't have to listen though."
"I know, but hey. It was worth the good time right?"
Marshal sighs.
"I suppose. Now, let's go and get ready to save Marribelle."
"Oh yeah... Almost forgot about that part."
"Yeah... I kinda wish it didn't have to end like this. I mean, our adventure and all. It's been a great ride partner, and you made every part of it worth it. Even if we have to clue things up for the better of it."
"Sad but true. Let's go save your lady."
Both men get out of bed, and get prepared for the battle ahead, knowing it could be their last.
As Bullet rides off towards Death Valley, Wyatt looks at the back if Marshal's head. He doesn't want this to end, not now, not ever. He wraps his arms around Marshal's midrift, ans rests his head against his shoulder.
By the time they reach Deatg Valley, the sun is high in the sky, and the valley below yet still seems very dark. They both climb down to the bottom, to find a sort of large camp down there.
"She's gotta be here somewhere. You take the East side, I'll take the West." Marshal states, drawing his pistol,"If nothing comes up, meet back here in an hour."
"On it," Wyatt replys, "Good luck over there partner."
"You too, partner."
With one last tip of their hats to eachother, they head off their own separate ways to find Marribelle, and bring Jed to justice.
Wyatt walks around the East side looking around for any signs if Marribelle. He enters multiple small shacks, but finds nothing, until he notices a pole in the middle of the path, with something besides it, sitting down.
"Marri?" Wyatt mutters under his breath.
He slowly approaches the figure, and the closer he gets, the more he can make out. He notices that it is indeed a lady tied up to the pole. He quickly runs over and gets down to the woman's eye level. The lady looks up at him.
"Marribelle! You're still alive!" Wyatt exclaims, quickly removing the cloth over her mouth.
"Wyatt? Is it really you?" she asks, a clear weakness sound still in her voice.
"Yes, yes it is. I'm here to get you out of here before Jed comes back. Did he do anything to you?!"
"You shouldn't be here... It's- it's a trap to lure you her-"
"You didn't need to tell him so soon Marri," says a voice from a shack nearby, "I at least wanted my own introduction to Wyatt here, it's the proper thing to do."
Wyatt then looks back over to the door of a shack with a light coming from the inside, where there in the doorway stands.
"Jed Grimaldi, we meet again," Wyatt points his pistol at him, "Give me a reason I shouldn't shoot you now!"
"Woah, easy there. You know very well why. Cowboy Rule number 4: All death threats that arent apon horse back, must be settled in a duel. Which means,you owe me a duel."
"WYATT DON'T!" Marribelle begs.
"Marribelle, you know I follow the rules. This is my fight now," responds Wyatt, lowering his pistol, "fine. If I win, she goes free. And if I lose, you keep her here until you're on your death bed. Do we have a deal?"
"Wyatt please! I'm begging you don't do it!"
Jed gives Marribelle a sly look, as he sticks out his hand for Wyatt to shake it. And Marribelle watches with a look of pure horror in her eyes as Wyatt shakes his hand, and tears begin to build up in her eyes.
The men stand back to back, pistol's away in their holsters. Wyatt begins to take his ten paces, but Jed isn't moving an inch, except to turn around and point his pistol at Wyatt.
"WYATT PLEASE! Don't do this! PLEASE!" Marribelle begs, trying to get off from that pole, to no avail.
Wyatt gets a bad feeling about this, but continues slowly with his paces, nearing the end. Jed's face light's up in a smirk, as he waits until Wyatt turns around.
"I must say, you're a smart man Wyatt. And a man of his wors indeed. It'll be sad really," Jed put's his finger on the trigger, "To see one of the biggest outlaws get taken down. Even after knowing he could never get his lady back."
Wyatt stops in his tracks just before the last pace, where he knew, would be his last. Without even making the final pace, he raises his pistol at the sky. He's been beat, no matter what, he's as good as dead.
"Wow," Jed hissed, "You really are a man of your word. But you see, I don't play by the rules."
Wyatt closes his eyes quickly, hearing Marribelle's pleading cry through the sound of a gun fire. Wyatt looks back, and see's Jed just as confused, when Wyatt doesn't get shot. Though in the darkness behind Jed, he picks out the engravement of the pistol he just made.
Marshal steps out from behind Jed, still aiming a pistol at Jed.
"Marshal?! You're alive!" Marribelle exclaims.
"I'm more alive then I was before, and more then he will be." Marshal reponds.
And yet at the same time, both Marshal and Wyatt shoot Jed, one bullet through each eye, and straight through his skull. Jed drops to the ground instantly with a horrific scream. Marshal looks at Wyatt with that classic smirk of his, as they both put away their pistols.
"Nice job partner. This is what you call, planning ahead of time. Along with great acting done by Wyatt here!" Marshal states.
"Indeed, we talked this plan through this morning before we got here." Wyatt adds.
Both men then head over to Marribelle to untie her. When they do, she stands up, and she clearly seems to have lost a few pounds while here.
"Thank you, you both did amazingly," she gives Wyatt a quick kiss on the cheek, and a quick one on Marshal's lips, "I honestly cant believe you guys worked together."
"We didn't like the idea of it at first. But we both had a good reason, and it was the right thing to do." Wyatt explains.
"And we learned some things along the way, and I also learned that this man can not hold his alcohol after like 10 shots." Marshal states, nudging Wyatt in the shoulder.
"Really? I never did get to drink with you often I must say. Maybe we should all go for some drinks after this then?" Marribelle asks.
Wyatt's eyes look away before turning to walk off.
"I think I'm good. I'll catch you two around some day..." Wyatt says.
Marshal's eyes look sad as he watches Wyatt go off. Marribelle notices this as she has a sorrow look in her eyes. She then looks at Wyatt, and then back to Marshal. And with a sigh, she gives him a warm smile, while placing a hand on his cheek. Marshal looks at her.
"You should go after him." Marribelle suggests.
"But, what about-"
"Listen, if you really want him, go and get him. I want you both to be happy, with or without me."
Marshal's eyes light up, he looks at Wyatt, and then at Marribelle. He gives her a quick kiss on her forehead.
"Thank you."
Marshal then rushes after Wyatt.
"WYATT!"
Wyatt stops and turns around with some tears in his eyes. He then gets knocked to the ground as Marshal's arms wrap around him, and giving him a kiss on his lips. Wyatt's eyes light up in surprise, and he pulls Marshal in closer.
Marribelle watches the two, as a smile crosses her lips.
As soon as they got back to Geonplea, they head towards the bar, and many people notice Marribelle and Wyatt and follow the three. They enter the bar, with Marshal in Wyatt's arms, and Marribelle leading the two in. Frank looks in awe as the bar begins to quickly fill up behind them.
Wyatt let's Marshal down on a stool as they both give eachother a smirk.
"Evening Frank, may I request a bottle of tequila, and just two shots of your finest whiskey?" Wyatt asks Frank.
"Anything for you, it's great to see you back!" Frank exclaims, quickly getting to work, "Plus, Marshal told me you guys might be a thing after last night. Please tell me you are!"
"Well, my ass hurts for a reason." responds Marshal.
Frank gives the two the drinks as he turns to Marribelle.
"Great to see you back to dear, and if it helps, I'm here anytime you need a drink."
"Thanks Frank, you never fail to impress me. Almost as much as the two cowboys that I still love."
The night goes on, and they're all dancing on tables as a band is in full swing. Marshal amd Wyatt are having a grand ol' time as they pause for a moment to just look each other in the eye.
"Thank you again for coming for me. I probably would've died." Wyatt says.
"Trust me, we're even now. Though, if I could, can I have one more kiss while we're up here?" Marshal says.
"Indeed we can."
Wyatt brings Marshal into a dip as they kiss. The bar explodes into cheers as the band picks up the rhythm for the night.
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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.
