Bronze west (CLOSED FOR REWRITTING)

Chap. 7 Shawty

Shawty stepped through the door and felt guilty but angered. Forcing the doors open and closed when he passed through the cars, he finally reached the back. But not without making every white person on the train uncomfortable. He reached the back where his own color was staying, and he didn't like it at all. There were very few chairs that where covered in rust, with the elder sitting in them. "sit on the floor you fag! I got here first!" At the back, a light brown colored kid shoved an old woman out of the way to get a chair. Some ladies helped the old woman and glaring at the boy. He sat in such a defensive position, swearing at anyone who came close. It wasn't long before Shawty barreled over, shaking the cart as he stomped over. "Please young boy, my back hurts so bad." She pleaded to the boy, but he only argued. Shawty grabbed him by the shirt and lifted him off the chair "Are you stupid? She's older than you, so respect your elders and let her have it!"

"no! Put me down, I got it first!" He swung his legs trying to kick him. "so? It's your responsibility to take care of her for whatever time she has left. For all you know you could've killed her when you pushed her over!" The boy stopped struggling and just seemed to sniffle. Shawty put him down away from the chair and looked over to the elder. Helping her stand and into the chair. "You ok ma'am?" He asked now much calmer than before.

"I'm alright, thank you." she shook his hand in thanks. She looked over to the boy who by now was just sobbing. Shawty stood up with full well intent to teach this brat a lesson, but the old lady simply tapped his side and shook her head. He scoffed and backed away, giving one last glare to youngster. Looking around the car, everyone else was almost as uncomfortable as the white people. The train made a hissing sound as it kicked off down the track. The boy fell over and the lady offered for him to sit by her, which he agreed to.

They started to talk but Shawty paid no mind to it. Can't even be around my own people without them fearing me. Of course. He thought turning around and heading further down the train. No one was in these cars, completely abandoned. The second to last car, holding something valuable. A vault, filled with money, which Shawty only stared at.

A click drove his attention away from the iron chest. Bone stood at the door, with his hand on his shiny silver pistol. "So that's what you were up to. I knew you were trouble." He glared. Shawty was more dazed then anything, not looking him in the eyes.

"No, no that's not it. I just need this money, to get away from bein' someone's property." He turned to him and dropped to his knees. "I just want to get away, actually travel. See my parents again and go on adventures. But I need this money to do it. I'm not a bad guy, I swear." He paused and the car shook, moving the light around that keep through the small windows. "If you knew what it's like just being called property all the time, it's horrible. You don't feel like a person, and that's why I want to do this. Now now, I know you think I might kill someone, but I won't, I got no weapons to do so. So please, sir." Another longer pause took place. Bone put his gun away and crossed his arms. He walked over and sat down with a stern look, Shawty joined him in silence. He had no idea what he was going to say. Ten minutes later, he opened his mouth. "I know what ye mean, but is this really how ya gonna do it? Stealin and becomin an outlaw?"

"it's better then nothin."

"If you really do this, there's a chance your parents will find out and not accept ya back."

"I don't needa worry bout that."

"Fine, then do it. But you will get a bounty on ya, and I'll be the one to get the reward. Got it?" He said aggressively getting closer to Shawty's face. He nodded with a smile of no regrets. "good, and here." Bone took out a pocketknife and tossed it to Shawty. Another long pause of silence, only a simple thank you could leave his mouth. Bone got up and turned walked to the door. "My stop is coming soon, so I'm outta here." He stopped at the door and looked back. "by the way, Once I get off I'm telling the people what your doin, so get ready." He grinned and shut the door, disappearing behind it.

Shawty got up and looked out one of the tin windows, just up ahead; way in the distance was a train station. He had time to kill, picking up an old deck of cards that looked to not be touched in a while. It felt somewhat wrong to rob the train while Bone was still on, It felt more right to have an actual fight.

Soon the train stopped and Shawty stood up, it was time. He walked to the Vault and grabbed the large handle, starting to pull and turn. He struggled to even move the handle. The train starting to move again threw him off balance. He got back up and only tried again. With enough pressure, the handle snapped, bringing some of the door with it. It was enough to slip his hand in, messing with the door till it opened. He grinned happy of what was inside, three bags right for the taking.

Picking them up, the door swung open and made him jump back. Four Bounty hunters stood with a glare. Shawty springs up and runs for the back. The sounds of guns clicking and firing almost distracted him, which would've killed him if he dared stop. A bag fell from his hand as he opened the door, having no time to go back for it. He shut the door only to realize he was now trapped on the back of a moving train. "Open the door!" shouted a man from the other side. Banging started to shake the door as he looked around to find a way out. There was no way to get on top of the train, and a green fog seemed to roll in heavily as they entered a swamp.

Looking to the side he saw some bushes coming closer to the end. With no thought at all, he threw the two money bags he has left onto the railroad track. He dove off the train and covered his face, the door swung open and he landed in the bush. He watched the train roll away with the men standing there with their guns pulled.

The car disappeared behind the green clouds that covered the swamp. He dusted himself off and hurried to the bags, gathering it back into the bag. The hiss of a crocodile startled him as he jumped up. A 4-meter crocodile slowly crawled from the tall grass towards him. A bang echoed from seemingly nowhere, and the crocodiles hissing left as it dropped with a bullet between its eyes. Looking up on a hill Just left of the tracks, A horse with a brown coat and blonde hair stood. Upon its back sat none other Than the tall woman known as Copper.