The Wrong Stallion

Wright didn’t even bother firing the shotgun, he was pleased with the gun. He walked back inside and looked at additional things he needed. “I need 2 holsters, a shotgun shell bandolier, a belt bandolier for revolver ammunition, and a sling for the Spas” Wright ordered then did a quick mental check “and give me 100 12 gauge and .357 magnum rounds” Wright finished his order. “Fixin fer some revenge are we” the gun shop owner commented and Wright scrunched his nose “precisely”.

The owner handed him his order “that’ll be 2000 bits” the owner informed him and Wright dumped the entire sac of bits from the shop he had looted earlier on to the table. The owner’s eyes went wide and Wright holstered his revolvers and slung the shotgun. As he slid the bandolier’s on and began to leave the owner called out to him “you know what happens to stallions who go out lookin fer blood... they find it” he told him and Wright chuckled, Flim, Flam and Trixie had taken everything from him and it was time to pay them back.

As he exited the gun shop he saw a group of law-ponies searching the town, rifles ready. Wright tipped his hat down in front of his face and hurried away from the open. He kept to the alleys in between the buildings and heard the train whistle. He looked to see the train begin its departure. He raced towards the railroad tracks, not to the train but a little further down the tracks.

He reached the tracks and the train was just coming past him, no-pony had spotted him and he planned to keep it that way. As the train passed he hoped into a cattle car and sat down inside against a wall.

Wright pulled out the boxes of ammunition and loaded both the revolvers then placed them back in their holsters and began placing ammunition in the bandoliers. His head pounded and a memory from the day he lost his property flashed through his mind.

“The deed to the property please” Flam sneered and Wright shook off the memory and finished loading the bandoliers. He tossed the empty ammo boxes across the cattle car and leaned his head back to try and get some sleep, he grunted to himself and muttered “jeeze I wish I had some whiskey right about now”.

* * *

Wright awoke suddenly at the whistle of the train and immediately brought his hoof to his revolver then exhaled deeply as he realized that the train was simply stopping in a town. Wright got up and hoped out of the cattle car and trotted into the town, the Spas 12 concealed in his duster coat, slung tightly against his side.

It was night time and the moon illuminated the streets as Wright walked through the town he saw several ponies dressed terribly and looked like they had been through hell. “What the hell happened to this place?” Wright muttered to himself and a voice chuckled from behind him “The Flim and Flam brothers happened”. Wright spun around to see a pony dressed in torn up old clothing, he looked worse than Wright had before he was arrested. “Excuse me?” Wright asked curiously and the pony shrugged “this used to be the town of Berry Hills, used to make a living harvestin blueberries and wild berries, course then them darn brothers came along saying we had to have a challenge or we lost our lot, didn’t even stand a chance in the competition, now the damn harvesting fields are owned by the brothers and they have strict bosses that run the place” the pony told Wright.

Wright sighed “So… these bosses are like employees?” Wright asked and the pony laughed. “No, they’re more like henchmen, they just sit around and whip us while Flim and Flam go acquire more property” the pony told him. The pony extended his hoof “Name’s Wild Berry by the way, used to be the owner of the farmland that they took” Wild Berry introduced himself and Wright shook his hoof “they call me Wright” Wright informed him and Berry nodded.

“I want to meet these… bosses” Wright said with a slight snarl and Wild Berry chuckled “Well friend unless you’re looking for a job… or are a royal guard, I wouldn’t go sticking my nose in things if I was you” Wild Berry chuckled. “Well you’re not me… and I believe in strict justice for those who prey on the less fortunate” Wright told him and Berry chuckled “well the bosses name is Edgar, and I wouldn’t go poking at him, he owns a .45 peacemaker” Berry warned Wright and Wright simply chuckled and pulled the side on his duster coat slightly up, revealing one of his custom made revolvers. “I have my own style of frontier justice” Wright told him.

Wild Berry simply looked to his revolver with widened eyes. “Mr. Edgar is in the saloon, here I’ll show you” Wild Berry said and led Wright towards the saloon.

Inside the saloon multiple acts of profanity went on, stallions gambled, mares whored themselves out to paying stallions. At one poker table sat an extremely fat stallion, smoking a cigar as he held a pair of aces in his hooves. “I’ll bet on that… 300 bits” the fat stallion laughed as he put forth a large stack of bits. Another younger, more thinner, stallion pushed forth a large stack of bits “I call you” he replied and the fat stallion took a puff on his cigar. “Show you’re cards” the fat stallion laughed and the young stallion placed down the queen and ace of spades, resulting in a perfect flush. “Fuck you, this shit’s a cheater” the fat stallion yelled as he brought out his revolver and cocked the trigger. “Whoa Edgar calm down… it’s just a game” another stallion at the table exclaimed, at this point the saloon had become silent and every-pony looked towards Edgar.

“If it’s just a game then why’s this little bitch cheating” Edgar screamed, his cigar fell out of his mouth and burned the poker table. “Whoa, easy Edgar, listen we’ll re-deal if it’ll make you feel better” one of the ponies at the table offered and Edgar holstered his revolver and sat back down. “Fine, but the next som-bitch that cheats is getting a bullet in the head” Edgar threatened and picked his cigar up. A whore walked over to him and started rubbing around his lower region “Oh, what’s wrong Edgar… do you need Lemon Drop to make things better?” she asked in a seducing tone. Edgar punched her in the face “Shut up whore, I’m not interested” Edgar yelled and his brute force knocked the whore to the ground. She sat there and held a hoof to her face “Owe… Eddie that hurt” she pouted, “Shut up you whore” Edgar laughed.

“EDGARRRR” roared a voice, followed by an animalistic snarl. The entire saloon went quiet except Edgar, who stood up. “Who dares use that tone with me” Edgar yelled and the crowd moved away from where the voice had come from and there stood a lone stallion dressed in a duster coat and a desperado hat. The stallion tipped his hat up so the entire saloon could see his scruffy face, Wright hadn’t shaved in the longest of times and his beard had become quite long. “You think you’re some kinda wise guy?” Edgar scowled and Wright stepped forward “I challenge you to a duel, winner takes the farm lot” Wright challenged.

“Ha, why the hell would I accept those terms” Edgar laughed, “Well how’s bout it Edgar? Will you accept the duel or are you
a coward?” Wright challenged and Edgar’s eyes burned with rage. “No-pony calls me a coward, I accept your terms, right now right here” Edgar yelled as he began to draw out his revolver from his holster but Wright was faster. At a rather slow pace, for dueling, Wright reached down with his left hoof and pulled out one of his custom revolvers, took aim and snapped a quick shot into Edgar’s chest.

A finely placed hole was made in his chest and blood immediately began to leak out, Edgar dropped his revolver and grabbed his chest and fell to the ground. Wright reloaded the single empty shell then placed the revolver back in its holster and looked to Wild Berry. Wright pointed to Wild Berry, “the farm belongs to him now and all the old workers have their jobs back, if Flim and Flam return tell them that Mercy is coming for them”