Wheels of riches!

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

The train ride was boring, Jeremiah had his dusty hat over his deep blue eyes. Peeling his eyes to the window, he could see they are out in the desert area. That was his cue. He slowly got up, moved his way to the back, and slipped in the small john.

Jeremiah yelped when he saw movement on the left. His heart was hopping fast, he had his colt pointing at the other person. The reflection on the mirror was showing a handsome man. Blue eyes, young, high cheek bone, he was pointing a gun at him. “CLICK!” he said. He pulled his colt away from the mirror. That was the stupidest move, he ever done. He was happy, he was no happy trigger. Imagine, he would shot his reflection and blow his cover.

Jeremiah placed his gun back in the holster. He needed to take a piss because he scared himself. Good thing he did not piss in his own pants. Ah, that was a relieve. He pulled his hands up to the color, he yanked out his red scarf, he pulled up to cover his face, he pulled his hat down, put his chin down, and pulled out a small bag. The disguise was up. He was fucking crazy doing this by himself, hell, he wanted the extra cash all for himself.

Pushing the door back, he held his gun. “THIS IS A HOLD UP!” he yelled. “HANDS UP SLOW! You turn around you will be a dead man!” he shouted. Every passenger lifted his hand. “Lets play Church. It is time to give. You will put your money and jewelery in this sack. Try to make one move, I will shoot,” he said. He walked by, holding his bag, holding his gun at the people, he was being cautious because he had no back up. Robbing a train by yourself was a dumb move.

The deed was done, he was on the front, “Why thank you for your kindness,” he said to them. He stopped and looked at the young female. “Ma'am, I take you with me, but you stay here. Keep your eyes peeled out at night. Look for that full moon! I will be looking too. When you see a full moon, I will be dreaming about you. Because your the most gorgeous thing on this train,” with that the female was all blushing. She never had any man say such words to her.

“Yahoooooooooo!” and he quickly backed away, got to the other door. Now, the had part, jumping off the train. It was speeding along too. He leaped off the train, hugging the bag around him, rolled in the ground, and he hated every minute of it. It was worth it. He was going to be rich!

The pain was execution painful in his left ankle, the young Train robber got up from the ground, he looked around for any land mark. He was right. He was in the desert. In the distant he saw smoke, that was good and bad. The smoke can be Indians, that be bad or the smoke could be a town and that would be good.

Jeremiah had to keep a keen eye out for the Les Coureur Enfer gang too. This was his robbery. What he got was his. There was no way he's sharing his hard work. The bag was heavy too. He opened it, looked inside. There was gold jewelry, coins and all lot of bills. The shiny pocket watch got his attention. He yanked it out. It was the most handsome pocket watch he ever saw in his dear life. He checked the time. It was working, it said it was three (O'clock).

Later, Jeremiah was sweating and hauling his twisted ankle to a water hole. Thank god, he founded it. The sun was beating down on him. He thanked he did had sun poison, but he could see his skin was red. Still, he figured it was worth it. He placed the sack down, he walked in the water hole. He did not care about his clothes being wet. The water felt passionate.

Later, the moon was rising, hell, it was a full moon. He was laughing! “You be looking darlin'? I am thinking of yea sweet breasts!

Jeremiah just realized where he was, he was near home where the gang hide out. He quickly got of the water, looking for a hiding spot for his stash. He pulled a rock away than another rock, he laid the sack down, but he pulled some cash out, stuck in his pocket, rolled the rugged rocks back in their place. He wanted to be sure the gang does not find his stash. Was it back stabbing the gang? Yes. Will Lewt have his hide. Yes. This was his. He wanted his own glory, and not share it.

As he moved away from the rocks, he removed his belt and laid the gun on the rock, he moved back into the water. Jeremiah saw a shadow, he moved toward where his Colt, he reached for it, grabbed it and point it at the shadow. “Who goes there!” he yelled.

[Tully]

She was close to a town...Tully could tell her numbers well enough to read the signs along the road she'd been following to know that much...and to know that she wouldn't make it before dark. Just meant another few hours without finding some to steal, but she'd gone hungry before, more than once and it wasn't safe tramping around unfamiliar territory in the dark, even with the full moon casting generous light on the dusty path.

Tired from a long day of walking, Tully was relieved when she heard running water close by. Veering off the road, she scrambled carefully over the rocks and scrub brush but stopped when she heard someone shout and the sound of a pistol cocking.

“Who goes there!”

She considered not answering...maybe he was only guessing that she was there, after all, she couldn't see him yet, but then, she didn't need him taking random pot-shots and accidentally hit her.

"Don't see as that's none'a yer business, mister!" she called to the faceless voice. "I'm just lookin' fer water, didn't know this was private-owned land." When she finished speaking, she shuffled quietly a few steps to the right just in case he decided to shoot.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

Nobody answered at first to his warning. Jeremiah started to count three in his head, when he reached two, a female voice came out of the dark. damn. He was hoping his imagination had played a trick. The female did not sound like one of the Les Coureur Enfer members.

Jeremiah wondered and worried. What the hell was she doing out of nowhere? Did someone follow him down from the train robbery? Was she a man pretending to be a woman? They would have killed him by now, unless, they can't see him. That had to be it. They where not sure where he was. The female, if that what she was, she might not be alone. There could be more. It was his robbery. The Les Coureur Enfer was not far. Jeremiah was struggling to remain calm, as his heart was racing and beating against his chest. He bit down on his lower lip. It was his duty to clean up any trails, that even included to eyewitness that led to his robbery. He was an fugitive. He has a trigger finger pulls the trigger, before he recognized he shot the person. He was notorious for it, and he was feared too.

He was trying to see if he could see any other movement in the dark. There was no sound of horses either. Did they follow him by foot? He had watched his back. He did not see anyone trailing him. They did not have a dog. How the hell did they find him?

Holding his Colt out, she mentioned that she did not know this was private property. Hold that information, he figured she was a traveler. So, he quickly ran the facts in his head. She was still the enemy. She could be a bounty after him. “Right, you are trespassing,” he said, holding his gun out. “Now, slowly step in the moon light,” he ordered her. “Hands up, so I can see them!”

[Tully]

For a long moment, Tully remained where she was, unmoving, weighing her options. She knew that she had the advantage of being a female -- most men considered women either the 'weaker' or 'fairer' sex and therefore incapable of the strength or resolve to be a threat -- and she was more than willing to use that, especially if it kept her out of serious trouble.

"Didn't mean ta be treadin' on yer land," she grumbled as she stepped into the bright rays cast by the moon, her hands out to her sides. She was too stubborn to hold them up like she was some sort of criminal. "Ya know, they got such things as fences, help a body know when ta stop."

Looking in the direction of the voice, she shrugged. "Just wanted a drink an' I'll be on my way...was just walkin' ta town."

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

“I said hands up!” he yelled at her. damnation! Did she want to die young? He could easily pull the trigger, feel his gun kick off, and watch her body drop like a dead body. He had killed enough people for not listening. Some of those people that gang did not know. Hell, he killed all lot he had lost count. Ever since his daddy died when he was seven years old, he was angry and shot all lot of people. He even shot a man for giving him a smile. He was a troubled child.

They could not put him on trial because he was eight years old because he killed a man. The church had taken him under custody, tried to make him right, which he did the opposite what the church wanted. He hid in the Church when they where trying to get him. He stole the petty cash too. That saying look under your nose. Well, what the town failed to observe. They never bothered to search under the Church where Jeremiah hid.

Ever since, Jeremiah learned to survive on the streets, killing, thieving, staying hidden. Jeremiah was like the silver devil. He was always doing evil deeds.

Until one day, he was caught by Lewt. Instead, trying discipline Jeremiah, Lewt invited Jeremiah to be with Les Coureur Enfer gang. Les Coureur Enfer had offered all lot of things that Jeremiah never had before. They were his family. He would do anything for them. His heart was all for them and nobody else.

The moon-ray showed she was a female. The dress, the hat and the shirt. She did not look like a pretty female. The pretty ones like to wear pretty stuff. His eyes site was good enough to tell him, she was not pretty. Of course, he only see what he could see.

“You don't talk unless I ask you too,” he told her. This was risky business. She would be dead all ready. If he did not join up with Lewt's gang. Hell, he be dead long gone. They would catch up on him and hang at the gallows, “Do you understand?”

“You got to pay a tax for my water,” he told her. That was his sick of sense of humor. “You got a horse, ma'am?” He asked.

[Tully]

“I said hands up!” he yelled at her.

Tully frowned, getting annoyed now. Who did he think he was? Still, she complied, no sense antagonizing him, if he wanted to feel like a big man. "Yeah, yeah, got 'em up."

“You don't talk unless I ask you too,” he told her. “Do you understand?”

Oh, so that was how it was going to be? If anything, Tully knew how to bide her time, say what they wanted to hear, smile, watch for the opening, then take it. "Yeah, sure, don' talk 'less ya say." She cut short her inclination to ramble on as a way of goading him. He didn't appear to be in the goading mood.

“You got to pay a tax for my water,” he told her. That was his sick of sense of humor.

"Tax?" she blurted. "It's water!" Maybe he was crazy or some other way addled?

“You got a horse, ma'am?” He asked

At that, Tully burst into laughter, her hands briefly dropping as she pondered what was funnier -- the question or the 'ma'am'. "Horse?" she countered, raising her hands again. "Mister, I look like I gotta horse? Everythin' I got in th' world is right here, hat. boots, skirts, coat...oh, yeah, an' socks that need mendin'." She shrugged. "Don't need yer slimy water no how."

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

Jeremiah rolled his blue eyes. “Why me?” he mumbled under his breath. This female had a head on her shoulders. Why could it not be a man? He could just shoot him. Bang! Why? It would be easy. The train robbery was easy. It was as, Lady Fate was against Jeremiah.

Jeremiah was listening to her. She was mocking him. damn it! He was going to mock back. Two can play this game. “Oh, good, take it all your clothes off and throw it over at the bush there,” he told her. He continued, “Everything down! I want to see your bare ass in the moon light, darlin'”

[Tully]

"No." Simple and to the point. She glared at him as she let her hands drop. He could do whatever he wanted once he killed her, but otherwise, he'd have a fight on his hands, and he wouldn't be the first person she'd fought off...or attempted to.

She braced for anything he might do...

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

The woman was making a stand. That takes balls. He had give her credit standing up. Sad, he will have to kill her. The breeze moved the leaves, that's when he saw some of her curly hair. damn, she's got curly hair, He liked curly haired women. He hated this. This was not fair. He was the man and she was the woman. Did she know that the man was power and woman are weak! He was a good shooter. He aimed her hat, shot it off her head. That's when he saw her curly hair. “You a purty thin' ain't ya?”

[Tully]

As the shot sounded Tully flinched, expecting to fall dead, but then the hat flew off her head and she cursed. "Whacha do that fer? Ain't got but one hat, ain't doin' me no good..."

"You a purty thin' ain't ya?”

"Pretty?" She hadn't been expecting that and frowned. No one had ever declared her pretty, even when they were...

Tully shook her head as she looked at him. "Ya addled, mister? It's dark out, maybe ya don't see so good. Ain't pretty...I'm just...Tully."

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

“My eyes see well. When I see beauty I see it!" he rolled his eyes, "Don't tell me how my eyes work,” he replied. Women are so bossy!

The one thing he knew she had spirit. She was unarmed, she was a woman. She had curly hair, and she was a woman. You can have fun with them, but they can turn to use you. They can leave a children behind. They can look at a child, in a foster home and not want the child because he was too old. Women are women. They are suitable for sex. That's what Jeremiah thinks about women role.

Rio was building a relationship with Lewt in the gang. The main man, the leader of the Les Coureur Enfer gang. Lewt was someone Jeremiah looked up to as an older brother and father figure. Lewt had changed. Lewt claimed he did not change. Jeremiah and the other guys know he had changed. Lewt might as well not be the boss no more. They needed someone to take Lewts place.

Angela was female, she got things done, but she started messing with the owner of the Blackbird Saloon. Love, lust and love. It weakens people. damn it! Someone had to stop them from messing around. Soon Lewt could go gaga over Rio and Rio would go gaga over Lewt. That their romance life was making him sick. This love thing was nothing but trouble.

Okay, Jeremiah had not truly know what love was. He knew respect, honor, team work, and do what a team wanted. They joked at each other. They where like a pack of wolves.


She had to tell him her name. Why did she have to tell him? He could kill her. He will remember who she was by name. It won't be that curly hair girl and her name was Tully. Why did she had to ruin it? It was easy not too attached to someone.

“Lesson One: I got the gun. Lesson Two: I am the man with the gun. Lesson Three: I see beauty. Lesson...” he stopped. “One, two, three...ah...Lesson Four: I want to see you naked!”

[Tully]

"An' I want..." Well, there were all sorts of things she wanted, a real bed, just for one night, one meal a day, some degree of safety...

"'Tol ya, no." She looked him in the eye, weighing her options. Last time, she had sworn that she wouldn't let another man touch her, and she had the means to fight, question was, was she really ready to die?

Weighing her options, she shook her head again. "Don't always get what we want, elsewise I wouldn't be runnin' around th' desert in th' dark...I wouldn't be alone, wouldn't be hungry, wouldn't'a been locked in th' closet fer all day an' night an'..."

She shook her head again.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

The story Tully was a familiar story. It was the story of the Les Coureur Enfer members. All lot of them where riff-raffs. They all fought for their own lives. Some ran away from the law to hide, and Lewt found them. He invited them to join. It was a wild bunch.

However, Tully was a nice name. He did not say her name. Saying a person's name was showing respect. He did not want her to know he respected her. “Curly, that's what I will call you,” he said, smiling. He face showed she did not like it. “Curl!”

“Come get some water,” he told her. “Slowly Curly!” he warned her. She had too much clothes on. It had left Jeremiah to try pretend what was under. Soft breast, hard nipples, but tender as white as a cloud. He had pictured her body all white as snow. Her skin was soft, but her hair like silk. “I don't want to kill thirst woman. No, siree, I don't want that be against me at the gates. Hell, they won't let me see the gates, I am goin' hell faster I can blink.”

[Tully]

Curly... She bristled at that, her hand balling into a fist, but fortunately, before she could slug him he amended the moniker to 'Curl' and she relaxed slightly.

Then he talked about killing her and the defiance returned. She stopped in her tracks, looking him in the eye. "Ya gonna kill me, get it done," she snarled, "I ain't gonna help ya get ta Heaven nor Hell. An' I ain't gonna do nothin' I don't want...had enough'a that."

She took a breath, feeling a mixture of anger and fear, and for now she held her ground.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

Lewt did not kill ALL the people he meet, if Lewt did, who would be working with him? That what Jeremiah learned from Lewt. Jeremiah licked his lips. Curl had a past which could relate to about everyone in the gang.

Jeremiah did not trust everyone that Lewt adopted in the gang either. Trust was earned.

Killing Curl would be easy, pulling the trigger, bullet hits her and she dies. That would be another person he would had killed. He felt the his finger twitch, he was getting tired. That's when he saw a wild dog moving about behind her. He quickly pulled the hammer, shot the dog. It yelped and dropped dead at her feet.

That's when he hauled himself out of the creek, his clothes soaking wet, he held the gun, moved to her, pointing the gun at her face. The barrel was point blank between her eyes. He could see her all lot emotions running through her. She was gorgeous thing. Her hair was wild, he pulled his free hand, touched it. It was real and soft.

“You do not fear like the others,” he said as he was observing her. Did he read her well? She had a story. Did he want to know? Did he want to know why she was bold? Was he seeing himself in her? Did she live the painful life he did? “Where's your family?” he asked. Lewt had asked these questions sometimes. It was good to figure where this person stand in society.