A running gun. A brand in the hide of my name, grown scarred and old with the years, yet still a marking that will torture the life of any man until the day they give up for life in a dark cell or give up life itself. I've been running most of my life for the crimes of passion and jealousy. The blood of my wife's lover on my hands, my life stained in his essence, like a scent for the dogs to follow. It's not my fault they chase me, my actions were true and honest, the body's lining my trail those who felt I was wrong, that I'm evil...

	I feel my legs shaking under me, the hot sun beating the energy out of me as I walk slowly through the vast deserted lands, a drop of neither shade nor water for miles it seems. Stones cut through my boots, the snake skin peeling away, deadened by the sheer heat of the ground, the leather wearing from the rough path. My horse lays dead days behind me, leaving more for those bounty dogs to sniff at, but I can't stop for fear of death, and I continue walking. Torn through by more pieces of iron than I care to count, my hat holds the sun from my beaten face, my face rough and ragged from the days without enough water to drink, much less bathe. As my emerald eyes, dull as the big iron on my hip, pull over the soft hills of the naked land, I see hope. A small town, run down and poor, but with life. I can barely make out the movement of wagons and horses.

	I pant heavily, the dry dirty air around me cutting me from the inside and out, my heavy duster barely keeping dusk from my back as a whirling devil passes by yet again. I keep walking towards my only hope of a few more days of life, my dry tongue licking over cracked dry lips as I-

"Ew..."

"What?"

"Dry tongue and chapped lips? That sounds kinda...icky gross."

"What the hell? Wha... how is that gross?"

"Well, I gotta kiss him later, don't I?"

"Y...yeah. But I mean, he's been walking in the dessert for days without hardly any water, what did you expect?"

"Well, will he be better and stuff when I meet him?" 

"God... what do you expect? Pull out some Burt's and sip a cola before poppin' a tick-tac to go see you? This is the wild west!"

"Yeah but... still kinda gross...."

"Grrr... Fine! I'll... have him bathe and stuff before he meets you. That way he won't have chapped lips and stuff."

"Yay! Where am I again?" 

"You're going to be in the brothel, remember?"

"Oh yeah! Thanks, alright~ Keep on going. ^_^ "

*sigh*

	...my dry tongue licking over my-

"Can we skip ahead to the town?"

"...."

"What?"

"This is kinda important."

"Telling me how ugly you are before we meet? No thanks... just do a basic description as you enter the bar and get a room and get bathed and stuff."

"Piuywviubdhv!! Grr.... fine fine fine. -_- "

	It's been a week since the day I was found a mile outside of Rio Gradito and nursed to health by a local doctor, who gladly took his payment from my wallet while I was asleep. It was fair enough, as it'd have been easy enough to kill me as I lay unconscious from dehydration, and I was lucky to be alive. As I regained my health, so did I work to gain the trust of the people, breaking my back lifting logs and bricks for any man with a dime to spare and a business to run. 

	I was ready to enjoy the town to its fullest before making my leave, having saved enough money for one night of pleasure and supplies for travel. I looked at myself in the mirror of my small rented room, and then splashed a small hand full of water on my face. I grinned as the cool water soaked my rough grey fur, and as I pressed a towel around my muzzle I felt more clean and alive than I had for what seemed a lifetime. My hair and fur were brushed, my body washed, my face clean shaven_

"Shaven?"

"...What's wrong?"

"Well, how does a furry shave? I mean, you're covered in fur."

"Well...I...Uh, he just trims? Maybe?"

"Well, okay, but say trimmed then."

"Why is this such a big deal!?"

"You'd look stupid as a dog with a skin face."

"You're so... Never mind. Anywho! Going on."

	I stretched my body, aching and sore from good work and good rest, hearing my back crack and pop as I leaned back. As I dressed, I almost shivered at the smooth feel of the new shirt and coat. The dark greys of the jacket and pants complimented my own lighter greys, and the light blue vest and silver bola tie jeweled me like a royal. The pure black unworn boots clicked against the hard wood floor as I made my way down to the bar, looking to pick up a heavenly partner for my last night before travel.

"....."

"....."

"....what?"

"Well, this is finally your post. Introduce yourself so we can start interacting."

"Well... uh, I was actually wondering if I could be an Indian."

"An Indian?"

"Yeah! Like, cowboys and Indians! I think it'd be cute... kinda hot."

"So... I mean, you want to put that into your intro?"

"No no, I’d be outside of town, and you can save me from two evil guys or something! It'll be fun!"

"...Grr..."

"What?"

"Oh nothing, I didn't just... You know.... Could have saved a lot of time and have met you before making it to this town."

"But you were all dirty and gross then... at least you're kinda pretty now."

"So... you want me to just go on then?"  

"Sure!"  

	So I gambled and got some money, drank, never found a good whore apparently, and then left the next morning.

"Hehe... smooth."

"Oh shut up you can post something now."

	A poor Indian girl wearing a leather vest barely covering her naked breasts was thrown to the dirt floor, two evil men glaring at her. "We're gonna teach what it's like to be with a white man, you savage!" Her purple fur was covered in a light layer of dust, and she coughed, trying to beg the men to let her go, that she hadn't done anything wrong. Her face was fair and beautiful, not a day over 20, and her beaded headband and waist wrap colored her as the daughter of a great tribesman.

"Okay! Your turn again!"

"*sigh*"

	A dark stranger slowly approached, the grey dog's fine suit not matching his surroundings in the least. "You there, unhand that woman! Don't you have any pride, that you'd kidnap and rape a small girl? Are women repulsed by you so that you have to steal your tiny cocks a home for the hour?"  The dog had jumped off of his horse, the two ugly men kicking the Indian girl down and holding her as they yelled back at the stranger, their mouths drooling from their tobacco. "You git, boyo! 'less ya wanna see the pits o' hell wit'out two cent's ta pay yer way ta heaven!"  "You wanna challenge a man, boy? Let your draw be your words." Each of the men reached for their pistols, but they didn't clear leather before a bullet ripped through each of their bodies, 6 deafening cracks racking the poor Indian girls head like sharp thunder before silence, and then the falling of the two men's bodies. The stranger quickly reloaded his weapon, his fingers burning as he pressed each new round into their chambers. As he let his big iron slip from his finger into its holster, he walked towards the girl on the ground.

	The Purple Indian girl runs away!

"......and then?"

"And then you have to catch her. Come on, keep up."

"BLachASDFG!"

	The stranger pulled a lasso from his hip, next to his gun. Only running a few feet for the throw, his rope flew, catching the girl's shoulders, pulling her back to the ground! As he pulled her closer, following his lasso towards the girl, the man fell to his knees, grabbing the Indian’s arms, holding her, capturing her. "There! Now stop struggling!" 

	She didn't speak English, and struggled under her captor!

"Bu...But she spoke to those other guys!?"

"Oh, sorry, she wasn't supposed to. Come on, keep going... the rope really turned me on... I'm getting so wet."  

"O///O "

	The man kept the girl pressed down, rolling one leg over her to hold her steady. He couldn't help but notice her unearthly beauty, and couldn't let her go. His body was hot, though the sun was slowly setting in the west, blanketing the two in a veil of shadow. The stranger leant down, slowly licking the girl's cheek, tasting her exotic skin, his body once again reacting to his needs and cravings. His passions grew, and he couldn't help but growl in want. "You owe me your life, girl... the least you can give me is warmth on this cold night..." The man's hands pushed past her scant clothing, gripping her breast as he smelled her hot body, her yelps and cries falling on deaf ears. Her body felt the man's tongue raking down her body, warm and smooth, tickling her most sensitive breasts. The man touched her face, and as she opened her eyes, she saw the soft warm emerald eyes of the stranger. Their eyes communicated more than words ever could, their want of pleasure, their want of warmth...

"Your turn?"

"......."

".....Hello?"

"Oh, sorry, I finished. Hehe... you wanna continue tomorrow?"  

"Augh!!!"