Back of the Sheriff's Office, East Zilch
Billy With the Kid
As the Fells Cargo Men went off to who knows where, Billy clasped a pair of calloused, senior hands in a conniving gesture, while the wrinkles on his face morphed into deviously deep streaks centered around a scheming smirk. As for Jimmy, well, Jimmy was instead pulling out a tiny tuber from the Texas earth with their ungulate jaws.
Haha! Those Fells-y Cargo Men'll be in shock once I devour their, rather well-trained ursines actually. I've never seen any wildlife this calm! Went Billy's inner monologue. Were it not for the presence of outsiders he would be spitting out these words in a frenzy of criminal megalomania... Because unless he's explicitly trying to do otherwise that's just about how everything sounds like when Billy says it. With devious and scheming plans in mind, Billy began to depart, Jimmy close behind.
"I'll be departin' folks! 'Ol Billy 'ere needs to run some errands! Yes, errands! I'll be 'round these parts come sundown, 'cause that's when the crooks come."
Billy said these words as he left for his residence, in a decently honest tone. Though in truth, he just needed time to work on a proper plan for his heist in the making.
Main Street
As Billy trotted down Main Street with confience, he passed by the local saloon. Needlees to say, he had quite a few snide remarks about the place. "Jimmy, look to our left and you'll bear witness to the worst establishment in the land! Just about everyone who's ever graced its halls is a gosh-darn-diddily-doodlin' idiot! *imitating saloongoer* Billy you've gone of the rails! Billy, you're insane! Billy, Billy Billy Billy! None of that is makin' any sense to me. Of course I'm off the rails mister, the nearest railroad is way over yonder! And I am definitely not in Sane! This town is called East Zilch for cryin' out loud!"
As the old 'crook' countinued on his rant about the local saloon, there was another presence further away, a very great and mighty, truly godly presence, famed for his deeds most, beautiful. At least according to him, that is. That's certainly what he would say.
The Only Two Trees Around
John Joseph Jones
"Dang it," says a man as a stray rock catches onto the sole of his boot. He attempts to stomp the stone off, to no avail.. "Dang that rock, I say. Truly, dang it." He continues to mutter like this, all while trying to get it off his boot. One stomp, then a kick, then bringing it up to a hand and trying to pry it out. Nothing. He continues to damn the stone, raising his volume slightly every now and again until it reaches a crescendo of frustration.
"I, Father John Joseph Jones, God the Jones, Second Savior of Humanity, King of All there Is, Co-Equal and Superior to the Lord, beseech upon my divinity to cast damnnation upon this infuriating stone of the devil's make! I, DAMNN you to the most unimaginable suffering there is!" A final, hardened stomp at last dislodges the stone, sending it careening towards the ground behind Jones, the rock sounding out flicks and pings as it jumps across the Texan earth, before finally splitting in two as it impacts the surface of a larger stone.
Geological feature no longer attached to his footwear, Jones continues on a walk through the town's outskirts, when he at last happens upon something: two very out of place trees and a wagon. Approaching, he could hear a slight slither and a rustling cage. "So, whoever helms this thing seems to deal in serpents? I must consult the One God on this, me."
Roundabout way to indulge in contemplation aside, Jones gives the wagon and the, Irishman at his helm a good, hard think. When he's made up his mind, he moves in. "Greetings, my child, and may I be with you. As your objective superior, I ask of you, what the purpose of this wagon is? And what is it with that infernal serpent?"
