The day was dry and dusty. The three men had ridden all day to get to the lonely town. A train rushed by, blowing its whistle to warn anyone near the tracks. The train was hauling money to the bank. Just moments after the train had stopped, the guard stepped of followed by two rookies carrying the money. The guard led them to the bank, displaying his shotgun along the way.
The three weary men rode to the salon and tied up their horses, allowing the tired animals to get a drink from the trough. Checking the setup of the town, they strode inside to get a drink. As they walked through the saloon doors, they noticed a tall cowboy at the end of the bar, wearing a long, tan, leather duster and a tan cowboy hat. They walked to the bar and ordered their drinks. The salon was quiet, which was not normal for any saloon, even at that time of the day.
The tallest stranger motioned to the bartender. "Why is everyone so quiet?" he asked the unfamiliarly frightened man.
"Quiet, young man," the bartender whispered. "You see that man over there?" he motioned toward the lone cowboy. "Nobody knows who he is. There's rumors' going round these parts that the "Outlaw" is about. Nobody's seen that fellows face, and he seems to be the type that would be an outlaw," the old man whispered looking over his shoulder to see if the stranger was watching.
"So you think he's the Outlaw?" the shortest asked.
"I'm not sure and I aim's not to be the one to find out," the bartender replied.
"You hear that Jack? We might have finally found the Outlaw," the shortest said to the tallest one.
"Quiet, Bob. If he is the Outlaw, I don't want him to know us. And the same goes for you, Joe," Jack said while he was looking into the mirror watching the guard and his men leave the bank. Glancing over his shoulder he saw the stranger walk to the doors, his spurs jingling. Jack watched, in the mirror's reflection, the man walk across the road to the bank.
"Maybe he's not the Outlaw. I hear the Outlaw travels with a gang of at least thirty men," the old man said taking a deep breath. "I', sure glad that stranger is out of my saloon, though."
"Joe, Bob, we ought to go take care of our business before it gets too late." Jack stood up and they walked out of the saloon, heading towards the bank.
They walked into the bank and the bank manager recognized Jack. He walked out from behind the barred counters and said, "Sir, I think it's time you left. I've seen you're wanted poster and you can tell the Outlaw that he isn't robbing this bank!"
"Really? If that's the case you can tell him yourself. He's right behind you. Turn around if you don't believe me," Jack said with a smirk across his face. The manager turned around to see the stranger armed with his six guns, even then no one could see his face. "May I introduce you to the Outlaw," Jack laughed. "Sir, I think that you should empty out that safe so that we can be on our way," he said raising his guns.
"Yes, sir. I'll do that," he replied walking slowly to the safe. He opened it and then filled the saddlebags that had been handed to him. "One question, sir. Why hasn't the Outlaw said anything?"
"The Outlaw prefers to not talk that much. Do you have a problem with that?"
"No sir. I was just wondering. Here are the saddlebags."
"Have a nice day!" Jack said walking out of the bank. He placed the saddlebags over the dark brown horse and climbed into the saddle. "We're meeting up at that place right?"
"Yep, but this time we're splitting up. Hand me the saddlebags. See you at dawn," the Outlaw said riding away.
"See you tomorrow. Don't get into any trouble this time, and, Bob, if you think of getting in trouble, just remember I won't help get you out," Jack said looking at Joe. "Joe, keep you brother out of trouble for us," he said before he rode off towards the next town.
Joe and Bob would stay out of trouble for the first time in their lives, not because of Jack's threat, but because this was a very crucial time and if they messed anything up the Outlaw would not be pleased. The Outlaw was the true leader of the gang, but while he was away, Jack would take over. Joe, Bob, and the Outlaw saw each other that night.
The saloon was full. There were women singing and dancing on the small stage. Another known outlaw was part of the audience. He was a short, round man. "The only reason he has any power is because he can shoot. He has a reputation of killing. He's been known to kill his own gang members if they get on his bad side. So Bob, stay out of trouble tonight," Joe told his little brother.
A tall, young woman wearing a dark green dress stepped onto the stage and started to sing. The salon fell silent. Everyone stopped to listen to her heavenly voice. Her golden hair was pulled up baring her shoulders and allowing her face to be seen. As far as looks went, she was flawless. When she had finished singing, there was an uproar. They wanted to her more of her angelic voice. "That's all for her, folks! She gave us a one time performance and she's leaving in a few minutes to go to the big city," the bartender said seeing the dangerous outlaw glare at him.
A tall, dark-haired man helped her off the stage; it was Jack. Every man in the saloon watched, envious that he had touched her hand. They watched him as he walked her out to the waiting stagecoach. Jack had just made an enemy with the other outlaw sitting in the saloon. Jack didn't go back inside. Instead, he walked over to the inn and went to sleep in his room.
The gang met up at a nearby farm. The robbery would be different this time, they would need exact timing to get the money before the other gang in town hit the bank. The three men walked into the bank and saw the young woman from the night before. She was wearing a light blue dress and a charming blue women's top hat. The clock read that it was nearly noon; the other gang was very precise about robbing the banks at exactly noon.
"Hands in the air, this is a hold up!" Jack said with a smile on his face. "I'm sorry miss, but that means you too," he told the radiant blonde. "Sir, would you fill these bags please?" he asked tossing the saddlebags to the teller. Within a few minutes, the safe was empty. Jack grabbed the saddlebags and turned to leave. The other gang was there. Jack had a gun in his face.
"Where's your Outlaw now?" the short man asked mocking him.
Jack smiled and said, "Right behind you." He watched as the man turned around to see the young woman with her polished six guns aimed at him. The gang started to laugh.
"A woman? A woman is the most feared outlaw? There's no wonder why you're going to lose the money today," he said as the rest of the men in the room drew their guns. "So, you've entranced these men to be your followers with your voice. You have a large group of followers here, but did you really think that you were going to leave with my money? Oh, you did, you are a woman, well at least you're as naïve."
"Don't mock me, sir! You have no right! I've been looking for a way to get rid of you ever since you killed my family."
"I've killed many families, what makes yours so special?"
"They were mine!" she glared at the man making him feel like he was shrinking. "You will live today, but only so that you will see people laugh at you for losing to a woman. One day soon, I will kill you!" she said walking out of the bank closely followed by her three gang members.
"Why didn't you finish this today?" Jack asked climbing onto his horse.
"There's something I still have to do first," she said just before she rode off. She was by far the fastest rider, even when she was in a dress. They had a hard time keeping up with her, but she would slow down to let her horse rest.
They reached their destination soon after. It was Joe and Bob's farm. It was a second home to her. She had lived with her uncle until he died, then she lived with them. Mr. and Mrs. Johnson heard them ride up and went outside to greet them. They were introduced to Jack and they gladly welcomed him to stay.