The Legend of Poison Apple

Poison's eyes slowly opened on their own. It was so bright. Her eyes were not used to it. She sat up and looked around. There was a bandage wrapped over her injury. It still stung. She was in bed. The sheets were clean and smelled like flowers on the Plains. The door flew open. A colt came through the opening. She could already tell he was a cowpony as well, judging from his clothing.

"Howdy, partner. You took a real beatin' out there, didn' ya?"

Poison hated losing, and she certainly didn't like it when others talk about it. She cocked her hat down to hide as much of her face as possible.

"Hey, ain't no shame in losin'. How ya feelin'?"

Poison tried to speak, but only mouth motions and a small amount of blood came out.

"Don't talk right now. Ya aren't in th' best shape. Ya can stand up if ya really wanted to, though. But ah don't recommend it. Yer clothes and weapons are on that chair when yer ready to come out." then he left the room.

Poison nodded her head in thanks as he left and changed. Shortly after she came out of the room. The house was fairly fancy. Lights hung from the ceiling. There were paintings on the walls too. Most were quick sketches of the nature's finer works. The rooms were fairly spacious. Enough to fit about 5 ponies.

Poison spotted the front door. As soon as she opened it, light flooded into her eyes, making them watery. She cocked her hat down more to shield her eyes from the light. Outside was a small town. The colt was leaning against a wall of a building across the street. She was about to trek over when a couple of ponies ran by. They seemed to be draggin away another colt. He was gagged with a rag and was tied up.

Poison brought out her revolver, carefully aimed slightly above their head, and opened fire. Every shot hit, except for one. Poison cursed at herself for being out of practice. With all six shots fired, Poison had to reload. But the missed bandit was already running towards her, ready to kill. With no time to think, she gripped the barrel of her revolver and smacked the incoming bandit with the grip of her gun. The hit knocked the bandit out. Poison then checked on the gagged colt.

He was bleeding from the mouth and face. Poison ran towards the body and pulled the gag out of his mouth. He immediately coughed up blood.

"Are ya alright?"

The colt looked up and began shaking her hoof.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

"Hey you!" called Poison "Get a doctor!"

Seconds later, two ponies came out of another building. They picked the injured colt up and quickly, but gently, got him to the doctors. The colt who rescued Poison walked up to her. He looked like he had something to say.

"That was some mighty fine shootin' there, miss?"

"Poison."

"Ms. Poison. Pleasure to meet yer acquaintance. Ah'm Renard."

"All mine." Poison looked back at the spot where the bandits' bodies were. The one she knocked out was being dragged to the jail, while the dead one's bodies were being thrown into the nearby river. "Who were those ponies?"

"Jus' a couple o' bandit bastards. Nothin' to worry 'bout. Now come on. If yer gonna be a sharpshooter, we're gonna need some real weapons. Ah'll take ya to the general store."

Poison sheathed her revolver. She was slightly offended by that comment about her gun. She had that revolver since she was a filly. It was a gift from her brother who she never knew. She never really used it until recently, but she treasured it with all her heart.

The store was not a pretty sight, but in that specific area, it was pretty high-class. There were items, but mostly either guns, ammo, or food. There was a mare at the counter. She had a warm smile as soon as they entered.

"Howdy, partner! What can I do ya for?" she asked.

"Howdy. Ya got any weapons fer sale?"

"We sure as sugar do! Come with me!"

She went over the counter and motioned for Renard and Poison and to follow.

In another room, there was a room filled with weapons and rounds. All ranging from knives and lassos to double-barreled shotguns and semi-auto repeaters. Poison's eyes lit up. She wanted all of them.

"What'll ya have?"

Poison didn't even know where to start. But before she began to choose, she heard the cashier say "Excellent choice!" Poison looked behind her. Renard was already purchasing a gun for her. She groaned.