Hooves pound across the thick thatch laid roof top, creating behind a trail of straw flying into the air behind. A pair of ears pin back along side the whipping hot pink mane.

Below, the roar could be heard, tearing through the streets in close pursuit of him.

None of this was how Twinkle Toes envisioned his arrival in Ponyville was going to end up: Having to run for his life from one of his own kind.

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From inside his truck, Mal Coltran watched helplessly his four footed neon green bounty leap across the 10 foot gap and land on top of another roof.
'Ah'm gitin' too old for this shit.' Mal thought, the leather cover steering wheel creaking as his grip tighten more in anger. 'This was suppose to be uh simple snatch an' grab. Nun thin' fancy. Jes' uh quick slap of the ol' leg irons an' uh nice Sunday drive up to the castle to cash in the award.'

He look back down at the road in time to see the three cape wearing fillies standing in the middle of the street, busily watching the skinny, fluorescent colored pony prance across their town's rooftops.

“SONNA-” Mal nearly sawing his wood tooth pick in half as he gritted his teeth. By the time the fillies notice the oncoming battered old truck, it was too late. They frozen in place like deer caught in a pair of headlights, clinging onto one other screaming as the 3,000 pounds of howling Detroit steel swerve inches from their faces.

Mal nearly dislocated his wrists as he struggle to quickly turn the heavy truck's steering wheel. “GODDAM HORSES!” He shouted, the steering wheel almost spinning out of his white knuckled grip as the squealing truck tires bit into the cobblestone street. He steered the antiquated truck back into the middle of the road and groaned aloud as he watched the pony back flip over another chimney stack.

'Jes' how the FUCK Ah ever gonna catch him?!' Mal look back at road and smiled at what he saw up ahead. With a shifting of gears, the heavy work truck to leap forward and pass it's quarry with in a thunderous roar. After passing several houses, the motorized behemoth screeched as it came to a shuddering halt.

Mal clambered out of the cab with his beloved Mossberg 590 and patiently waited. He didn't have to wait too long though, as the self titled stallion landed on the house rooftop in front of him.

Twinkle looked down in bewilderment as he heard the sound of the bounty hunter's slow hand clap.

“Hella of uh show ya put up there!” Mal gave the panting pony a big toothy grin, “But it's time for ya to pack it in an' to go on home!”

Twinkle started for the end of the roof but stopped short when he found only empty air and a hard, unforgiving stone paved street far down below. Mal chuckled loudly as his roof bound bounty realized his predicament. “Looks like ya ran outta rooftops there, Slick!”
The stallion whirled around and started bolted back the way he came. There was a loud boom and chunks of thatch roofing straw exploded in front of the pony's hooves. The neon stallion stumbled and nearly fell down the roof before catching himself at the last possible moment.

KA-KUNK! Mal racked a round into the shotgun. “Next one's gonna in ya kiester if ya don't git off that roof right quick.”

Startled, Twinkle looked down at the gaped tooth man with the smoking shotgun. “Y-You-Your threatening to shoot me? Here? In the middle of Ponyville?! ” The trembling pony cried out in panic and disbelief, his eyes going wide with fear.

“Cool yer tits! These are only bean bag shells! Non-lethals!” Mal shouted back.

The pony's head started to swivel about, searching for even a possible glimmer of getting away from the shotgun toting hill billy below. 'Maybe if I slide down the other side of the roof I could possibly-'

BOOM! Twinkles face was showered with clumps of straw as another round hit the thatched roof.

KA-KUNK! “They won't kill ya, but they certainly do pack one hella of uh wallop! So unless ya up for some lil' target practicin' Ah suggest that ya either git off that roof in uh direction that's towards me an' mah truck." Twinkles look down at the sneering toothpick chewing stranger for moment before his eyes caught sight of his only another escape route away from this crazed redneck.

BOOM!The pony nearly fell backwards off the rooftop as the blur of a beanbag round zipped by, only mere inches away from his face. “Yer hesitatin'!” Mal shout up at Twinkle Toes. “This ain't uh multiple choice, Son. Ya either git off that roof or Ah knock ya off it.”

“Well, excuse me for not eagerly wanting to come down!” Twinkle yell back, his ears flatting against the sides of his head . “I don't know who you are or what your problem is! Like, for all I know, you could be some hillbilly nutjob.”

“Oh, ho! Ah'm the one with the problem?! That's rich! Heh! Have ya taken uh good look at uh mirror lately? Perhaps notice sum major differences...”

“And your point is what?!”

“The point is either of us belong here.”

“Uh, do you even know where you are? Maybe your the one who doesn't belong.”

“Is ain't mah first rodeo, Twinkle Toes. Or should Ah be callin' ya Brad Carter?”

'What?! How does he know my name?' Brad look away from the smirking bounty hunter and back towards the brick chimney.

KA-KUNK!

Brad flinched at the noise, jerking his eyes away and back down to the frowning man. “Nun-uh, Brad." Mal admonish. "If yer thinkin' that the odds are sum how still in ya favor, Ah got uh news flash for ya: They ain't. Ya ain't Richard Kimble no more then Ah'm uh talkin' horse.”

“I don't know about that. I've been doing pretty good so far. Plus, I gotta man...because, like, YOLO.”

Brad's bravado took a sharp nose dive as he watch Mal yank down a velcro flap on his combat vest, reveling a couple of cylinder shape objects. “Ah seen ya eyein' that chimney over there. Ya make off like Santie Claus an' Ah'll guarantee it'll end in tears, vomit and possible 3rd degree burns for ya.”

“No. Fucking. Way. Dude.”

“Way.”

“Like, seriously? You would do that? Tear gas somepony's house just to get me? For real?”

“Yup. Ah even burn that motherfucker down to the ground and shift through the ashes jes' to get to your skinny lil' hide.”

This, however, was total lie. For while the local authority of this ridiculous town of obnoxious color ponies had learned early on that it was best to stay the fuck out of Mal's way the two almighty asswipes from up candy mountain were another story. If push came to shove, he could smooth things over by offering to payment for damages and a quick mumble word of apologize. But the possibility of (heaven for bide) nicking one of the prancing cuties by accident would land him in some deep shit. And if they were die...

Well, then all bets were off. But what his bounty didn't know, wouldn't hurt him.

“Th-that is some evil shit, man.” Brad said shuddering as images of the house beneath his hooves engulfed in flames while it's occupants screamed in pain and fright.

“Ah suppose it is." Mal said with a shrug, "But ah gotta eat an' pay bills jes' like everybody else around here. So whats it gonna be, Brad?”

“Dude, I-look, uh...” Brad was at a lost. This guy with the shotgun obliviously knew just who he really was and apparently it was his job to...what? Round up others like himself and have them them sent back? Why? What did he do? Then again maybe there was a special black market for special ponies like himself.“...Like, are you for real? Are you legit?”

“Ah'm uh bonafide-stamped-fully-licensed-honest-to-goddess, Bounty Hunter.” Mal said as he tapped the large transparent plastic pouch on his combat vest that promptly displayed both his photo ID and the official seal of Equestria's sun goddess. “Besides, if Ah were such uh bad guy wouldn't Ah jes' shot ya dead back in that alley way? Wouldn't Sparkles an' her gang be here already tryin' to kick mah ass? An' if Ah were to be sum fruity villain, wouldn't Ah be prancin' about down here monologuein' or sum shit?”

Mal could read that pony like a tabloid cover at a checkout counter as he watched Brad's expression continuously with each overwhelming thought: Scared, self doubt, guilt and not in control. And it was just where the bounty hunter wanted him.

“Your a bounty hunter?!” Was all Brad could think to blurt out. 'Oh, Man. This is fucked up. I'm in some serious shit. Did I do something to piss off Princess Celestia? I am somehow throwing off her Feng shui simply by being here? Shit I-don't even kno-'
The bounty hunter's voice interrupted Brad's internal volcano of panic. “Yea ain't in any kind of trouble. Jes' settle on down and come on down here an 'Ah swear that everything will be jes' peac-”

“HAY! THAT'S MY ROOF YOUR PUTTING HOLES INTO, YOU IDIOT!” Somepony shouted out angrily. Mal took his eyes off the trembling Brad to see a furious plum colored mare standing out in front of said house.

“Git back inside! Official Canderlot business!” Mal shouted.

“Well, can you at least stop putting holes into my roof! It's scheduled to rain today!” The mare screeched back, waving a fore leg in the general direction of a darkening patch of storm clouds off in the distance.

“Ah uh workin' on it!” Mal bark back as he look up to the mare's roof in time to see a chimney block rushing down at him. He dove into the open truck cab in time as the brick shattered on the area of pavement he was just standing at moments ago.

Quickly, Mal crawled across the truck bench seat towards the open passenger window and let fly a volley of beanbags at the brick chucking stallion above.

BOOM!

KA-KUNK!

BOOM!

KA-KUNK!

BOOM!

KA-KUNK!

Straw and bits of chimney masonry flew about into the air as Brad worked away chunks of chimney with his hooves.

“MY HOUSE!” The plum colored mare screamed. Mal started to laugh but stopped short as a brick smash into windshield of his truck.

“MAH BECKY!” Mal cried out as the aging safety glass shattered and the brick bounce off the dashboard and landed on the cab floor.

“That TEARS IT!” The bounty hunter screamed with rage.

BOOM! “Ah was gonna go easy on ya!” KA-KUNK!

BOOM!“BUT YA HAD TO BE ALL DIFFICULT AN' BUST UP MY BECKY!” KA-KUNK!

BOOM!

A sharp, glancing blow struck Brad on side of his barrel, causing him to lose his balance. He winced in pain, as he use his forelegs to catch the corner of almost dismantled chimney stack, stopping himself from sliding off and tumbling thirty feet down onto the cobble stone paved street.

Mal climbed out of the truck, his smoking shotgun trained on the quivering, neon coated pony.

“Okay! Okay!” Brad yelled as he grimace in pain. He rubbed at the rising welt where the beanbag hit him. “You won, man! You won!”

“Damn straight Ah won.” Mal gave the pony a wicked smile as pony's fire orange irises widen.

Brad watched helplessly, as the bounty hunter pulled the trigger of shotgun.

Author's Note

Boy Howdy. That is some intense, action pack stuff goin' on up there.

I hope you all are enjoying this as much I enjoyed writing it. It's my first solid piece of writing since high school. And it probably shows. SO - Please, please, please pointing any errors I've made.

And I will greatly appreciate any thoughts that you may have on this. Good. Bad. Anything at all, really.

Every little bit helps. I need your input like a dying man needs a drink of water.

Coming up next: Justice Comes In Pink

Edited 8/21/2014:
We're goin' places.

Edited 9/6/2014:
Stuffs about to happen...