CHAPTER II
Trouble on the Tracks
Harold woke up to a knock at his door. He threw his clothes on, and ran to answer it. He was met with a face he’d seen countless times. “How’s it going, Harold? Have your money?” asked Trevor, the magistrate’s right-hand man. Harold sighed. He’d been good about paying his tributes, but he was running short on money recently. Harold pulled out a twenty dollar bill, and handed it to Trevor. Trevor grabbed it with a smile on his face. “Always the punctual one, aren’t you?” He asked, ignoring Harold’s death stare. Harold was about to close the door, but Trevor stopped him.
“Hey, I had one more question for ya.” He said. Harold opened the door a little wider, to listen to the question. “Have you happened to see good ol’ Doctor H around? The boss… needs to see ‘em.” Trevor asked. Suddenly, Harold was sent into fight or flight. Should he tell Trevor about last night’s events, or lie and save the doctor’s life? Harold betted that Trevor’s boss wanted more than to ‘see’ him. “Uhhh…. No, actually. I’ll tell you if I do, though.” Harold said, in a panic. Trevor nodded, and walked away.
Harold shut the door, and breathed a sigh of relief. He’d managed to save Doctor H trouble with the government, but Harold was sure Trevor would be back with more questions. The question was, what would Harold do now? Warn the Doctor? He’d have to wait for it to play out. It was a big gamble he took, lying to Trevor. And he was sure there would be consequences…
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BANG! BANG! Two goons fell dead. “Come on!” said Danny. “The train’s about to take off!” More guards came at him, but he shot them dead with his flintlock. Sanford, Danny’s partner in crime, was trailing behind. Wham! He knocked a guard to the side, and tossed him out the window. The two were on a mission. They were sent after someone called ‘The Meister,’ who had mysterious ties to the ruler of Plainstown, Idaho. Danny hopped on the train, where five more guards were. “Stop right there!” They said. Sanford ran up, kicking a minion into the wall. He met with Danny, who was now standing over five dead bodies. “What took you so long?” Danny asked. Sanford sighed. The two hopped on the train, right as it took off…
“Sire! Two charlatan’s have infiltrated the caboose!” reported a guard. “THEN GET THEM OFF MY TRAIN!” barked The Meister, smacking the guard in the face. The minion hurried off. Meanwhile, Danny and Sanford shot their way through two more train cars. BANG! Danny finished up the rest. Wham! Pow! They burst into the conductor’s car. The Meister turned around. “Mwa-ha-ha!” He laughed. “Get them!” He ordered, and six guards, with more powerful armor than the others, burst in. Danny signaled to the guards, and Sanford nodded.
Danny tackled The Meister while Sanford handled the guards. The Meister shoved him off, climbing out the window. “Come on!” Danny complained hopping out as well. The two battled on the train’s roof. “Oof!” Danny stumbled back. The Meister threw three punches, all were dodged. Danny elbowed him, which sent him closer to the edge of the train. Then, he grabbed him by the neck. “Where’s The Sheriff?!” Danny demanded. The Meister laughed. “I’ll never tell you!” Danny sighed, shoving the Meister back. BANG! The Meister stumbled off the train and scraped against the tracks. Danny blew the smoke off his gun, and hopped back inside the train.
“What took you so long?” Sanford teased, standing over six unconscious bodies. Danny sighed. “Meister’s dead. He didn’t tell us anything.” Danny said. “Well, what now?” Sanford asked, cleaning his weapons. “Well, off to the Sheriff’s town. Plainstown, Idaho.”...