The Wrong Stallion

Wright sat on the cattle car as the train progressed on its course. He leaned his head back and tried to catch a moment’s rest. His mind subsided to the dream world but his dreams were disturbed with that of the day he lost the farm.

“Ah but you see you have to accept our challenge, it’s the law” Flam told him and they began to sing a rant. Wright leaned back to grab his double barrel. As he pointed the shotgun towards the 2 brothers his jaw dropped as the brothers stood in front of him with, Flam had a Model 29 .44 magnum “goodnight” Flam laughed and his eyes flashed red and the gun erupted in Flam’s hoof.

Wright jumped up and grabbed his Spas. He gasped but soon realized it was simply a dream and settled back down and let out a deep breath.

Elsewhere:

“Mr. Flam sir” said a young accountant pony, holding a letter in his hoof. Flam spun his office chair and looked to the accountant. “Yes, how may I help you today?” Flam asked in a charismatic voice, the accountant stepped forward and gently placed the letter on the table, trembling all the while. “What’s this? A love letter from a secret lover? A business contract, perhaps it’s a…” Flam stopped his rant as he read the letter

“WHAT” Flam screamed and the accountant flinched “Find out who did this, and when you do… kill him”.

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The train came to a stop and it whistled, informing the passengers that they had reached their stop. Wright got off the train, this town he was in was relatively peaceful. Ponies seemed to walk about in fashion and without a care in the world. Wright hoped out of the cattle car and began to walk down the streets of the busy little town. “Red hots, get your red hot chili sandwiches” screamed a street vendor. The town was moving at a very rapid pace, no pony stayed in the same spot for more than a few minutes.

As Wright turned a corner he looked to see the next street bustling with ponies as well. Wright rolled his eyes and began walking around the town, he would have to be back to the train within an hour or he’d be left behind, though he didn’t really know where to find Flim and Flam. As Wright walked down the street a fast pacing mare bumped him. “Sorry Miss” Wright began but she began to have a fit. “Hey watch it cow-poke, why don’t you get back to the country side where you belong” she screamed, she wore a finely made dress and looked a little out of style, but her taste for fashion was undeniable, She was obviously rich. “Sorry ma’am, didn’t mean no offence” Wright apologized.

She scoffed “Well I do hope not, cause if you did well I’d just have to get my husband Rickety Smoke to put you six feet under” she threatened and Wright gave her a small smile and turned to leave, “Hey, don’t you forget it mister” she warned and Wright simply shook his hoof at her, like what a crazy old mare does to young misbehaving foals.

As Wright passed an alleyway a homeless pony held out a can “please sir, can you spare some change?” the homeless mare asked and Wright reached into his duster coat, however in doing so he accidently revealed his revolver. The homeless mare stepped back “Please sir, I didn’t mean nothing by it” she apologized as she fell to her knees and began to beg. “Please sir, don’t kill me, I have a colt and filly, I lost my farm and can’t support our family no more… please don’t kill me” she sobbed.

Wright stepped back in astonishment but bumped into a stallion. Wright spun around, only to see that a large crowd had gathered. “Do it, I ain’t seen one of these homeless bitches popped in a long time” the stallion laughed. “What? Why the fuck would I shoot her?” Wright asked and the stallion snickered. “Don’t play stupid, we all know your part of Mr. Smoke’s posse, the one who owns the cherry farm” the stallion inquired, Wright shook his head “Nope, ain’t one of them, just passing through town” Wright informed him and the stallion laughed and leaned over to him “well, you best not be slinging that gun around or you’ll end up six feet under” the stallion told him with a sneer and he turned to the group.

“A homeless has been chosen” he called out and the group expanded its size, the homeless mare began to sob even more. “WHAT?” Wright roared and the stallion laughed “You have to do it, or Smoke’s posse will come lookin for yah” the stallion laughed. “Please sir… please don’t do it… please I have children” the mare pleaded as she tugged on his duster coat, begging below Wright’s knees. Wright pulled away from her and the crowd began to chant “DO IT, DO IT, DO IT”. Wright snarled “WHAT THE FUCK IS WORNG WITH YOU PONIES… FUCK OFF RIGHT NOW” Wright roared and the crowd became silent.

Suddenly the crowd started shifting and a stallion and mare made their way through the crowd, both dressed in rancher outfits. “What’s this I hear bout some stallion selectin an not doin?” the mare asked as she rested her hoof on her Schofield model 3. Wright took a cautious step back. “Well, who done it?” the stallion asked and the group pointed to Wright, the stallion looked to him and stepped forward and snarled at Wright. “You think you’re some kinda comedian… selecting and not shooting… tell yah what, I’ll give yah one last chance to do right… or I’ll shoot you both” the stallion threatened and the other mare in rancher clothing laughed.

Memories of when Flim and Flam sneered in Wright’s face about his losing. It was almost as if the two ranchers were the Flim and Flam brothers. Wright snarled and shook his head “Fuck-you” Wright told the stallion.

The stallion chuckled and pulled out a Colt Python with a six inch barrel, it was a beautiful chrome finish and the gun had been well maintained. As the stallion brought the revolver up to Wright, Wright brought his hoof down on the stallion’s gun and broke his wrist, snapping the revolver up he quickly took aim on the mare rancher and pulled the trigger, the air was filled with the thunderous BOOM of the .357 magnum and the mare’s head exploded in a crimson of skull and brain matter. Wright threw and elbow into the stallion’s head and spun around and pointed the revolver at the stallion that now lay face down on the pavement.

“Get up… I said GET UP” Wright yelled and the stallion slowly got up. Wright walked over and slid the revolver into the stallion’s holster. “You and me… duel” Wright challenged and the stallion gulped “you can’t… my shooting hoof, you broke it… I’m technically unarmed” he whimpered and Wright laughed.

“Oh but only a second ago you were ready to kill that homeless mare” Wright snarled and the stallion stepped back in fear “please don’t kill me” the stallion begged and Wright took a step back. “It’s time for you to face the judge, I’m giving you a chance to save yourself, now do it” Wright snarled and the stallion began to cry. Wright took several steps back and flattened his hooves on the ground.

Cliché stuck the town as the entire town became entirely silent and a slow gust of wind blew through the town, blowing the bottom of Wright’s duster coat a little, making it sway in the wind, Wright’s desperado hat was tipped forward to cover most of his face, all he was missing was a ‘Make my day’ quote. The stallion wept and with a futile attempt tried to draw his revolver with his less dominant hoof. Like a quick gust of wind Wright snapped his revolver from its holster and the gun let out a terrifying BOOM.

The stallion stood there motionless, his Colt Python fell from his grip and he looked to his chest, a perfectly centered hole had been constructed in his chest that now bled profusely. The stallion looked up to Wright then collapsed on the ground as blood began to pool around him.

Wright walked forward and the entire town kept quiet, Wright picked up the Colt Python and ejected the empty shell and loaded a new one, then placed the gun in his coat pocket and turned to the crowd. “Piss off” Wright yelled and the crowd immediately scattered.

Wright turned to the homeless mare and helped her up. “Why?” she asked and Wright shrugged “Ain’t no-pony should be killed just for being homeless” he told her and she buried her face into his scruffy mane. “Uhm… you’re welcome?” Wright said with confusion in his voice. She took her teary face away from him “doesn’t do any good that you shot those ones, now the rest of the posse will be after you” she told him and he extended his hoof. “My name’s Wright, in case you were wondering” Wright said with a humoress tone, “Oh… I’m Cherry Jubilee, I used to run the cherry farm here in Dodge Junction before the brothers took it” Jubilee informed Wright. “Let me guess… Flim and Flam” Wright said, knowing the answer.

“Yes… how did you know?” she asked and they proceeded down the alleyway, away from the crime scene, “some long time ago I got scammed outta my farm and now I’m on the hunt for them” Wright told her. “Oh… well sorry to hear that. Yes well anyway, our community didn’t rely completely on cherries so when I was ousted from my farm and replaced by Smoke and his goons our community didn’t go into debt while we readjusted to their ways” she informed Wright.

Wright frowned “Where is he now?” Wright asked and Jubilee gave him a worried look “You aren’t seriously going to go after him are you?” she asked and Wright nodded