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sixwordstories2016-06-20 08:38 pm
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[Flips up poncho, silent. Waiting. Armed.]
Right! There we are.
[Doc comes back from setting up the bottles and cans along the fence. Checking his rifle carefully and letting the other man go first.]
[Doc comes back from setting up the bottles and cans along the fence. Checking his rifle carefully and letting the other man go first.]
[Well, this computer game was certain pretty authentic. Oblivious to the danger he's in, Rimmer cracks his knuckles, ready for a fight.
Which obviously he's going to win because the computer simulation wouldn't let him die. Right? He was playing as Dangerous Dan McGrew, expert fist fighter.]
You don't know who you're dealing with meladdo.
Which obviously he's going to win because the computer simulation wouldn't let him die. Right? He was playing as Dangerous Dan McGrew, expert fist fighter.]
You don't know who you're dealing with meladdo.
*The area seems abandoned, aside from one tired-looking man smoking a cigar.* Hello there, stranger. What are you doing out in the middle of nowhere like this?
[ Niko is caught by surprise, and he puts his hands up in the air. The chances of him reaching for his gun, and not getting shot are slim to none, and he wants to end coming out of this alive. ]
I think we can handle this like gentlemen.
[ He says in a thick Serbian accent. ]
And I think we can manage things without either of us getting killed.
I think we can handle this like gentlemen.
[ He says in a thick Serbian accent. ]
And I think we can manage things without either of us getting killed.
[He sighs, shaking his head]
You really want to do this, old man?
[It's not said as a derogatory, just a statement of fact, really.]
You really want to do this, old man?
[It's not said as a derogatory, just a statement of fact, really.]
[He really doesn't. But there's two hundred dollars on his head. No alive reward, oddly enough, which...well, it's a little strange. But two hundred is two hundred.]
No, [He says slowly, the non-gun hand removing the cigar from his mouth] and I don't rightly care. Savin' you're called Can McGrew and you're the one that shot those fellas down near Mexico way.
No, [He says slowly, the non-gun hand removing the cigar from his mouth] and I don't rightly care. Savin' you're called Can McGrew and you're the one that shot those fellas down near Mexico way.
Of course! Nothing like a bit of practice and sociable concours, right?
[Okay, for a 'cowboy' Doc really has too much vocabulary to throw around. Comes from being born in another century.]
[Okay, for a 'cowboy' Doc really has too much vocabulary to throw around. Comes from being born in another century.]
[He nods, putting out his own cigar with the hand that doesn't draw.]
Out here lookin' for someone. Colonel, so called - name of Ives.
[His eyes watch the other's like a hawk.]
Out here lookin' for someone. Colonel, so called - name of Ives.
[His eyes watch the other's like a hawk.]
[Hasn't ever heard that accent before, but that never slows him down. Meet someone new every day.]
Well, without one of us getting killed. I'm here to bring you in, Nico.
Well, without one of us getting killed. I'm here to bring you in, Nico.
[Irritated] Dan, Dan, it's Dangerous Dan and don't you forget it mister whatever-your-name-is.
[He takes on a lower gravely tone, thinking it makes him sound cool.] That's right, I shot 'em and I'd do it again.
If, y'know they weren't already....dead.
[He takes on a lower gravely tone, thinking it makes him sound cool.] That's right, I shot 'em and I'd do it again.
If, y'know they weren't already....dead.
*He doesn't blink, but his eyes narrow just a fraction.* And what do you want with this Ives fellow, hmm?
[ Niko just keeps his hands held over his head, and he's got no idea what he's done to get a gun shoved in his face today. ]
I'm not against either of us getting killed. But first, I'd like to know what you're bringing me in for.
[ Taking some poor farmer's clothes just so he can fit in might have something to do with it. ]
I'm not against either of us getting killed. But first, I'd like to know what you're bringing me in for.
[ Taking some poor farmer's clothes just so he can fit in might have something to do with it. ]
[He sighs. It'll be a wonder if this one lasts the week.]
Look, Gramps, y'cant talk like that and blend in - gotta talk normal-like.
[But he turns his attention to the cans.]
Now, these'r pretty close. Further'n this, the bullet'll start fallin', see.
Look, Gramps, y'cant talk like that and blend in - gotta talk normal-like.
[But he turns his attention to the cans.]
Now, these'r pretty close. Further'n this, the bullet'll start fallin', see.
[He shifted his cigar from one corner of his mouth to the other.]
Right. Dangerous.
[And the thing about the people who brag about killing - well. He lost any desire to bring them in alive.]
Think I see why they only want you dead.
Right. Dangerous.
[And the thing about the people who brag about killing - well. He lost any desire to bring them in alive.]
Think I see why they only want you dead.
Three fellas shot dead in the gutter, 'bout a week ago. That and the matter of the thousand dollar reward.
[And he's not dumb enough to close the range, certainly not before he has to.]
[And he's not dumb enough to close the range, certainly not before he has to.]
[Ah.]
To bring him in. On acconunt of what he did to those three fellas out in the gold fields.
To bring him in. On acconunt of what he did to those three fellas out in the gold fields.
Just those three? *He laughs.* Really, they were asking for it. Harassing women, shooting small animals for sport, totally ignoring the natives' advice . . . useless, the lot of them.
*Was he holding a gun a moment ago? Because he is now.*
*Was he holding a gun a moment ago? Because he is now.*
[Gramps?? See here young whippersnapper...]
How do you mean?
[Doc nods, looking out at the cans and readying his shotgun. While he knew how to load and unload it, he definitely needed some practice if he was going to survive in this time period.] Right, due to the laws of inertia and gravity acting on the bullet's trajectory.
How do you mean?
[Doc nods, looking out at the cans and readying his shotgun. While he knew how to load and unload it, he definitely needed some practice if he was going to survive in this time period.] Right, due to the laws of inertia and gravity acting on the bullet's trajectory.
[Of course, what Dan...er...Rimmer doesn't know is that the computer game is glitchy and likely he is going to lose this fight however it goes down.]
Well then the joke is on you because I happen to already be dead.
[Smug grin as he points at himself.]
So stuff that in your cigar and smoke it.
Well then the joke is on you because I happen to already be dead.
[Smug grin as he points at himself.]
So stuff that in your cigar and smoke it.
[ Niko keeps put, but he raises an eyebrow when he hears about the three dead men. And he looks a little annoyed about the accusation. ]
And what makes you think I'm the man who killed those three? As it seems to be killing comes as natural as taking a piss in these parts.
And what makes you think I'm the man who killed those three? As it seems to be killing comes as natural as taking a piss in these parts.
[He's really not sure why he's doing this. Sometimes, he supposes, you get to help someone who is...important. Not power, not really - but like in the stories, someone who's gonna do somethin' important. It's the only reason for his patience.]
Talk like that and some fella's likely to plug ya before you can get that long gun on 'em. Or brain ya with a spittoon, or just plain up stab you until you're holier than a saint.
[He does hide a smile at the latter]
Maybe, somethin' like that. But science ain't practice. Ain't as easy as it sounds.
Talk like that and some fella's likely to plug ya before you can get that long gun on 'em. Or brain ya with a spittoon, or just plain up stab you until you're holier than a saint.
[He does hide a smile at the latter]
Maybe, somethin' like that. But science ain't practice. Ain't as easy as it sounds.
[He just stares at this man. He's not sure if he's crazy or just a jackass. Really, it's fifty-fifty at this point.]
Yeah, well, guess you can get deader.
[Then he draws, very, *very* quickly, and fires]
Yeah, well, guess you can get deader.
[Then he draws, very, *very* quickly, and fires]
Well, folks there ain't sayin' that. Funny thing, too, the law don't like folks goin' around doin' their job for them.
[He doesn't even draw, yet. He knows before the man can aim and fire, he can get a shot off. He's certain of that much. And if he's wrong, well, he won't be around long enough to worry about it.]
Now, fella could come peaceful like, say his bit and hope for the best.
[He doesn't even draw, yet. He knows before the man can aim and fire, he can get a shot off. He's certain of that much. And if he's wrong, well, he won't be around long enough to worry about it.]
Now, fella could come peaceful like, say his bit and hope for the best.
Your name, your face on the wanted poster. Lucky I got to you first, too, pretty high bounty. I give folk a chance to come peaceful like.
Folks don't like to speak ill of the dead. Plus, I have a bit of a short temper.
*An unpleasant smile.* If I had to be in prison for more than a couple of weeks I wouldn't be able to keep from killing someone, so no thank you. Unless you'd like to be the one to take my confession, see how things go from there?
*An unpleasant smile.* If I had to be in prison for more than a couple of weeks I wouldn't be able to keep from killing someone, so no thank you. Unless you'd like to be the one to take my confession, see how things go from there?
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