Wanted: Dead or Tied. (M/M)
Posted: Sat Jun 10, 2023 7:39 am
Chapter 1. Into the Snake Den
Wanted
Jedidiah Twist
Description
Height: 5'6" Age:22
Hair: Black, short, and shaggy.
Notable features: Scar running from right to left across his face.
Wanted for robbery of precious cargo.
Reward: $10.000
Conditions: Must be brought in dead or alive if made to not move or speak.
Extra 20.000 if cargo is returned
Buck could hardly believe it when he saw the poster.
Underneath the reward was a sketch of the outlaw with a cocky smirk on his face. The very face Buck was sure he saw riding towards Mr. McClarence's ranch just two days ago. He nudged his horse Blaze closer. He put a hand on the wall and leaned in. It was definitely him.
A smile broke out across the young cowboy's face.
He had been barely scraping by, going from town to town looking for a chance to become a hero, and it finally arrived. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and ripped the poster off the wall and stuffed it in his bag.
He hopped off of Blaze and tied him to a hitching post and strode toward the saloon. As he got inside he took off his brown cowboy hat and shook out the dust from his sandy blond hair.
He went over and sat at the bar.
"What'll it be?" The barkeep asked.
"Whiskey and some information." Buck said, Putting down some money on the counter.
The barkeep raised an eyebrow. "Information costs more than that around here." Buck put down a dollar on the bar. the barkeep swept the money into his hand with one fluid motion and set down a glass in its place. "What kind of information you lookin' for?"
Buck gestured outside. "Do you know anything about that wanted poster out front?"
"You mean Twist? Yeah well, it seems that about a week ago he broke into the mayor's house and ran off with something of his. No one knows what, but he's been in a awful temper ever since. He made a mighty stink about it to the sheriff."
"What kind of stink?"
The barkeep leaned back. "Well, nothin' I would know about. It's a nasty habit to eavesdrop."
Buck sighed and set down his last dollar.
"Come to think of it," The barkeep began as he reached for the dollar. "I did happen to be walking by while they were hollerin'. The mayor was going on and on about how the sheriff let this happen and that he's grown lazy ever since he got the job. He even said that he ought to replace him with whoever captures Twist."
Buck immediately perked up at that. "Do you think he was serious?"
"Oh I don't know. He probably was just tryin' to get a rise out of him, but he has been known to fly off the handle and doin' crazy things like that but- hey what's the rush?"
Buck was already halfway out the door. Buck ran up to Blaze and quickly untied him. "Come on buddy, this is our chance!"
He rode fast and hard to the ranch. The money was one thing, but if Buck could snag himself the job of sheriff he'd be set for life.
His heart quickened as the white barn came into view. He hopped off blaze before he even came to a stop and hurried to the house.
As he got to the door he took his teal bandana from around his neck and pulled it over his face.
He took his gun out of its holster and tried the knob. With a click it creaked open.
He slowly crept his way inside and began looking around. Mr. McClarence's house was nice and tidy with everything in its place. Buck remembered the layout from when he stayed here his first night in town.
Buck stifled the urge to call out to the rancher. His ragged breath quickened behind the teal cloth.
A sound from the kitchen made him nearly jump out of his skin. He stalked toward the noise. As he got closer he could hear it more clearer. It was like someone was pounding against a wall. As he got into the kitchen he realized the thumps were coming from the pantry. He gripped the handle and steadied his gun.
Taking a deep breath he yanked the door open.
And in the pantry was Mr. McClarence wriggling on the floor. His arms and legs were locked in a brutal hogtie and he was gagged with a checkered towel. a black bandana was also tied over his eyes. As the door opened he tried to yell through his gag but all that came out was a garbled moan.
Before Buck could come to his aid he heard the distinct sound of a gun clicking behind him.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A rabbit hopped into my den."
Buck's insides went cold.
"Close the door." The voice demanded. He slowly shut the pantry door, making the trussed rancher yell even more.
"Drop your weapon."
Buck didn't move.
"I said," The cold barrel of a gun was pressed against his head. "Drop. Your. Weapon."
Seeing no way out of this Buck dropped his gun in defeat.
"Good. Now, kick it to me." Buck kicked it hard, hoping to hit one of his ankles. "Woah, you've got some fire in you, boy! Now turn around slowly."
Buck turned around and came face to face with Jedidiah Twist. His face twisted in the same cocky smirk like the poster.
"Remove the mask." Twist said. Buck pulled down his bandana. Twist's smirk widened. "Now tell me, what's a pretty young rabbit like yourself doin' creeping around here?"
"I got lost." Buck replied.
Twist cocked his head. "Liar. I'll give you some advice boy. It's not a good idea to lie to someone aiming a gun at your head. Try again."
Buck gulped, his heart pounding.
"Let me guess." Twist said. "You came here hoping to snag the big bad outlaw and be a town hero, is that it?"
Buck looked away.
Twist snickered at the cowboy. "Right on the money. Are there any more of you?"
Buck thought quickly about his answer. If he said no he would surely be killed, but this crook would see through him if he said yes. "No, but people know where I am."
Twist sighed. "What did I tell you about lying? A hot shot like you would probably bolt out of town as soon as you saw the poster without another thought."
Heat rose in Buck's cheeks.
Twist looked pityingly at him. "Poor little rabbit. Here's what I'll do. I'll make it real quick so you're not too embarrassed."
Buck's heart leapt in his throat.
"Now, over to the carpet." Twist gestured with his gun over to the brown carpet in the living room.
Buck slowly made his way over.
"On your knees."
His breathing quickened as he knelt down. He shut his eyes, preparing for the shot. But no shot came.
Instead a handkerchief was tossed into his lap.
He slowly opened his eyes to find Twist looking greatly amused. "What do you take me for? I may be a bandit but I'm not a murderer!" Twist pointed to the handkerchief. "Stuff that in your mouth."
Buck's heart dropped form his throat back down to his chest. He was relieved he barely registered what he was doing as he balled up the cloth and shoved it into his mouth.
"Good rabbit. Now, take your little bandit mask and tie it over your mouth, tightly, or else."
Glaring at the bandit, Buck lifted the bandana over his lips and re-tied it over his mouth. The fabric pressed the cloth deeper into his throat. His cheeks grew even hotter.
Twist just smiled at his captive. "Hands behind your back."
Buck reluctantly complied.
The outlaw walked around to his back and seized his wrists, making Buck yelp into his gag.
He got out some rope from his pack and started methodically tying it around his hands. Every second Buck could feel the rope get tighter and tighter. When that was complete Twist began tying his ankles in the same way.
When that was complete got out a third rope and connected his tied hands and feet together so his back arched.
"Snug as a rabbit in a trap!" Twist declared as he tightened the gag even more, so that the fabric plastered onto his skin.
"Mmmmmpppphhhh lggmpphhh!" Was all buck could say.
"I'm enjoying this too!" Twist said, patting his gag.
"Let's see what you brought me." Twist reached for Buck's pack. He ignored Buck's muffled protests as he rooted around.
Finally he pulled out the crumpled up wanted poster. "Wow, I am one handsome devil!"
The outlaw read the poster and looked toward his captive and then back at the poster. An idea seemed to be forming in his mind. He held up the poster to Buck's gagged face.
An evil smile spread over Twist's face. "Look's like you'll be of more use to me than I thought, little rabbit!"
END OF CHAPTER 1
Wanted
Jedidiah Twist
Description
Height: 5'6" Age:22
Hair: Black, short, and shaggy.
Notable features: Scar running from right to left across his face.
Wanted for robbery of precious cargo.
Reward: $10.000
Conditions: Must be brought in dead or alive if made to not move or speak.
Extra 20.000 if cargo is returned
Buck could hardly believe it when he saw the poster.
Underneath the reward was a sketch of the outlaw with a cocky smirk on his face. The very face Buck was sure he saw riding towards Mr. McClarence's ranch just two days ago. He nudged his horse Blaze closer. He put a hand on the wall and leaned in. It was definitely him.
A smile broke out across the young cowboy's face.
He had been barely scraping by, going from town to town looking for a chance to become a hero, and it finally arrived. He looked around to make sure no one was watching and ripped the poster off the wall and stuffed it in his bag.
He hopped off of Blaze and tied him to a hitching post and strode toward the saloon. As he got inside he took off his brown cowboy hat and shook out the dust from his sandy blond hair.
He went over and sat at the bar.
"What'll it be?" The barkeep asked.
"Whiskey and some information." Buck said, Putting down some money on the counter.
The barkeep raised an eyebrow. "Information costs more than that around here." Buck put down a dollar on the bar. the barkeep swept the money into his hand with one fluid motion and set down a glass in its place. "What kind of information you lookin' for?"
Buck gestured outside. "Do you know anything about that wanted poster out front?"
"You mean Twist? Yeah well, it seems that about a week ago he broke into the mayor's house and ran off with something of his. No one knows what, but he's been in a awful temper ever since. He made a mighty stink about it to the sheriff."
"What kind of stink?"
The barkeep leaned back. "Well, nothin' I would know about. It's a nasty habit to eavesdrop."
Buck sighed and set down his last dollar.
"Come to think of it," The barkeep began as he reached for the dollar. "I did happen to be walking by while they were hollerin'. The mayor was going on and on about how the sheriff let this happen and that he's grown lazy ever since he got the job. He even said that he ought to replace him with whoever captures Twist."
Buck immediately perked up at that. "Do you think he was serious?"
"Oh I don't know. He probably was just tryin' to get a rise out of him, but he has been known to fly off the handle and doin' crazy things like that but- hey what's the rush?"
Buck was already halfway out the door. Buck ran up to Blaze and quickly untied him. "Come on buddy, this is our chance!"
He rode fast and hard to the ranch. The money was one thing, but if Buck could snag himself the job of sheriff he'd be set for life.
His heart quickened as the white barn came into view. He hopped off blaze before he even came to a stop and hurried to the house.
As he got to the door he took his teal bandana from around his neck and pulled it over his face.
He took his gun out of its holster and tried the knob. With a click it creaked open.
He slowly crept his way inside and began looking around. Mr. McClarence's house was nice and tidy with everything in its place. Buck remembered the layout from when he stayed here his first night in town.
Buck stifled the urge to call out to the rancher. His ragged breath quickened behind the teal cloth.
A sound from the kitchen made him nearly jump out of his skin. He stalked toward the noise. As he got closer he could hear it more clearer. It was like someone was pounding against a wall. As he got into the kitchen he realized the thumps were coming from the pantry. He gripped the handle and steadied his gun.
Taking a deep breath he yanked the door open.
And in the pantry was Mr. McClarence wriggling on the floor. His arms and legs were locked in a brutal hogtie and he was gagged with a checkered towel. a black bandana was also tied over his eyes. As the door opened he tried to yell through his gag but all that came out was a garbled moan.
Before Buck could come to his aid he heard the distinct sound of a gun clicking behind him.
"Well, well, what do we have here? A rabbit hopped into my den."
Buck's insides went cold.
"Close the door." The voice demanded. He slowly shut the pantry door, making the trussed rancher yell even more.
"Drop your weapon."
Buck didn't move.
"I said," The cold barrel of a gun was pressed against his head. "Drop. Your. Weapon."
Seeing no way out of this Buck dropped his gun in defeat.
"Good. Now, kick it to me." Buck kicked it hard, hoping to hit one of his ankles. "Woah, you've got some fire in you, boy! Now turn around slowly."
Buck turned around and came face to face with Jedidiah Twist. His face twisted in the same cocky smirk like the poster.
"Remove the mask." Twist said. Buck pulled down his bandana. Twist's smirk widened. "Now tell me, what's a pretty young rabbit like yourself doin' creeping around here?"
"I got lost." Buck replied.
Twist cocked his head. "Liar. I'll give you some advice boy. It's not a good idea to lie to someone aiming a gun at your head. Try again."
Buck gulped, his heart pounding.
"Let me guess." Twist said. "You came here hoping to snag the big bad outlaw and be a town hero, is that it?"
Buck looked away.
Twist snickered at the cowboy. "Right on the money. Are there any more of you?"
Buck thought quickly about his answer. If he said no he would surely be killed, but this crook would see through him if he said yes. "No, but people know where I am."
Twist sighed. "What did I tell you about lying? A hot shot like you would probably bolt out of town as soon as you saw the poster without another thought."
Heat rose in Buck's cheeks.
Twist looked pityingly at him. "Poor little rabbit. Here's what I'll do. I'll make it real quick so you're not too embarrassed."
Buck's heart leapt in his throat.
"Now, over to the carpet." Twist gestured with his gun over to the brown carpet in the living room.
Buck slowly made his way over.
"On your knees."
His breathing quickened as he knelt down. He shut his eyes, preparing for the shot. But no shot came.
Instead a handkerchief was tossed into his lap.
He slowly opened his eyes to find Twist looking greatly amused. "What do you take me for? I may be a bandit but I'm not a murderer!" Twist pointed to the handkerchief. "Stuff that in your mouth."
Buck's heart dropped form his throat back down to his chest. He was relieved he barely registered what he was doing as he balled up the cloth and shoved it into his mouth.
"Good rabbit. Now, take your little bandit mask and tie it over your mouth, tightly, or else."
Glaring at the bandit, Buck lifted the bandana over his lips and re-tied it over his mouth. The fabric pressed the cloth deeper into his throat. His cheeks grew even hotter.
Twist just smiled at his captive. "Hands behind your back."
Buck reluctantly complied.
The outlaw walked around to his back and seized his wrists, making Buck yelp into his gag.
He got out some rope from his pack and started methodically tying it around his hands. Every second Buck could feel the rope get tighter and tighter. When that was complete Twist began tying his ankles in the same way.
When that was complete got out a third rope and connected his tied hands and feet together so his back arched.
"Snug as a rabbit in a trap!" Twist declared as he tightened the gag even more, so that the fabric plastered onto his skin.
"Mmmmmpppphhhh lggmpphhh!" Was all buck could say.
"I'm enjoying this too!" Twist said, patting his gag.
"Let's see what you brought me." Twist reached for Buck's pack. He ignored Buck's muffled protests as he rooted around.
Finally he pulled out the crumpled up wanted poster. "Wow, I am one handsome devil!"
The outlaw read the poster and looked toward his captive and then back at the poster. An idea seemed to be forming in his mind. He held up the poster to Buck's gagged face.
An evil smile spread over Twist's face. "Look's like you'll be of more use to me than I thought, little rabbit!"
END OF CHAPTER 1