The Stranger
It’s about damn time, isn’t it?
Well, enjoy a fantasy western short story I haven’t gotten around to finishing for quite some time. Fair warning that this isn’t a genre I’m experienced in, so take that for what you will. Enjoy, however, wacky hijinks, bad wild west slang, magical cowboys fighting dragons, and an EXTREMELY strong reference to Blackheart! A mysterious stranger arrives to a town on brink of destruction, and promises to turn things around...
“Son of a bitch!”
A loud thud rang out as Red slammed a fist down onto his desk, fury written on his face.
He was an older man with gray hair, wrinkles on his face, and a bushy mustache. He slumped over, holding his temples with one hand while the other flexed in a fist, still held against the wooden surface of the desk.
Red wore a gray sleeveless vest, a white shirt with rolled up sleeves, and black pants. Topping off his ensemble was of course, his all-important badge. A silver, six pointed star with the word “SHERIFF” engraved with bold letters.
Another man was standing next to him. The accomplice had a slightly less tan complexion, and a goatee and mustache. He had a green jacket that was open down the middle, showing a tan shirt underneath. He also wore a white hat, and had a badge pinned to his jacket. It being a plain, five pointed star denoted that he was a standard officer.
“Sir, I know this is crazy but-”
“Crazy?! Crazy, boy?! This isn’t crazy…” the sheriff shook his head sadly. “This is a disaster!”
The lawman put his hands on his hips and looked down. “Shoot…don’t give up yet, sheriff. There’s a chance.”
“I don’t want a chance,” Red answered harshly, “I want to WIN! I want those damn leeches dead! I want those people SAFE! And now you say we got a damn monster to wrangle too?!”
“Everything bleeds,” the other man offered.
“Yeah...and we’ll be bleedin’ all over the ground soon enough!”
“Look, we gotta run NOW.”
Red sighed and took out his revolver, quietly spinning the cylinder, checking each chamber was loaded. The officer had never seen him like this before. He was normally so stoic, unflinching...of course, he could hardly blame him with he was burdened with, but still.
“Let’s go. Whatever happens, we gotta try to protect these folks.”
Red grimaced. “Better start prayin’ to God if you believe in him, boy...maybe he’ll help us out.”
“Maybe I can help you out, too.”
The unfamiliar voice made Red’s face shoot up.
In the doorway, quite a surprising figure stood sideways, leaning against the doorframe with a taloned foot resting against the frame as well. His head was turned to the side as to look straight at the pair of men.
A koutu, one of the birdfolk of the west was standing in the doorway. His feathers were white on his head and brown everywhere else. He wore a brown duster, sleeveless of course as to not interfere with his wings, with a red kerchief tied around his neck. Underneath was a brown button-up shirt, and he wore short pants as well. As they stopped at his raptor legs, Red assumed they were just for modesty’s sake.
He had a pistol holster at his side, pouches along his belt, and some sort of bag slung over his back. Finally, he had a brown hat with a wide brim atop him, looking like it was shaped custom-made for his avian head.
He looked at the pair with a confident though serious gaze, not a smile or smirk to be found. Red immediately jumped out of his seat, revolver firmly in his hand. The officer in the white hat held onto his holster.
“What the hell?!” The sheriff yelled out. The bird only reached up and tipped his hat.
“Howdy.”
“Who the hell are you?!” Red shouted, authoritative and snarling. If the bird had eyebrows, he would have been raising them.
“Nobody important, sir. Jus’ passin’ through.”
Red’s aggression quickly simmered, though he groaned and rolled his eyes. “Ugh. A wanderer, huh?”
“If you’d like. I prefer the term ‘wayfarer’ myself, sir.”
The officer in the white hat shrugged. “Sorry for the attitude, mister. Sheriff’s got a lot on his plate, you hear?”
“I hear ya.”
“Whaddya doin’ in my office, stranger?” Red demanded. The koutu looked to the side.
“Couldn’t help but overhear ya while I was passin’ by, you two. Sounds like you’re in a real fix. I’d like to help you fellas out, if I could.”
“And jus’ howdya think yer gonna help us? Kill all the bandits yerself? Or maybe you’d like to kill the goddamned dragon!”
“Well, not by myself. But I can pitch in.”
“Mighty kind offer,” the officer said with a nod, “We need all the help we can get.”
“Ain’t gonna do a thing,” Red said bitterly, “We’re all gonna get blasted to high heaven.”
“I’m worth my weight in bullets.”
“Oh yeah? You think yer some kind of hero? Think you can tumble with those beasties out there?” the sheriff said with a sneer.
For the first time since he appeared, the bird smirked. “You’d be surprised…”
The sheriff shook his head and put his revolver in its holster. “It’s your funeral, stranger. Follow us.”
The koutu got off the doorframer and stepped to the side. “After you, gentlemen.”
The group of lawmen left the sheriff’s office with the koutu in tow. The bird was silent for some time until they began to make their way out of Pike’s Creek.
“So what’re you thinkin’? What’s yer strategy here?”
“Not a damn clue,” the sheriff admitted.
“We, uhh...we ain’t never had to deal with dragons before,” the officer said quietly, “Though we were thinkin’ maybe dynamite might blast that sucker out of his britches.”
“Dynamite?” the koutu said, voice dripping with skepticism.
“What’s the issue?” the officer shot back.
“Pah! Big lizard’ll just fly up! You’d better have the throwing arm of a god if you wanna reach em’ with those!”
“You got a better idea?!” the sheriff snapped.
The bird hesitated. “Actually...yeah.”
“And just what’s that?”
The koutu hurried up beside them and pulled out his revolver. It was large, long and looked heavy as hell.
“I’m gonna plug em’ full of holes.”
The sheriff scoffed. The officer gave the bird a funny look. “You sure that’s a good idea, mister?”
“You’ll see,” the koutu offered.
“Yer crazy!” Red shouted, “Yer as good as dead if you think you can just up n’ shoot that beastie!”
“You’ll see,” he repeated. The sheriff shook his head again.
“God, why do I always get the loony ones?”
“Uh, hey,” the officer interrupted, “I’m sure you’re a good shot and all, and that’s one hell of a big iron, but this ain’t no outlaw.”
“Oh, I know. This ain’t the first dragon I’ve tangled with.”
The officer looked genuinely surprised at that. “No kidding?! Well shoot, maybe you really can get us outta this, then…”
“You’ve fought one of these things before?!” Red questioned, his anger seeming to melt at the realization.
The bird nodded. “Yup. She was a biggun, lemme tell ya. ‘Course I had help during that scuffle.”
“How’d ya do it?” the officer asked.
“Well, me n’ a few other gunslingers rounded up a posse. Ganged up on ‘er. We had all sortsa big guns on our side so it wasn’t too bad. Speakin’ of...am I gettin’ any help from you or the rest of your folks?”
“We’re uh, a little busy, what with the gang comin’ to town n’ all.” the officer answered with a frown.
“Ah...well, what about you two?”
“We’ll pitch in...as long as we can,” the sheriff answered grimly.
“Appreciate it. You don’t have to go too crazy out there. Keep your distance. Just make sure to pop off a few rounds whenever I’m in a fix, ya hear?”
“Well shoot, don’t wanna leave you doing all the work out there,” the officer announced, “Shouldn’t be the rear guard, now!”
“You know any fancy spells?” the koutu questioned.
“Naw, not a soul ‘round these parts.”
“Then don’t push yourself. Just trust me. I should be fine.”
“If you say so…”
The harsh, unforgiving rays of the sun were starting to make all three of them sweat and sigh, and they hadn’t even started exerting themselves yet! They reached the outer limits of town, the lines of wooden buildings coming to an end as they began their march to the river outside.
“Say, I didn’t catch your names,” the bird said, turning his head to the pair.
The officer in the white hat spared him a glace. “Ah. Well, the name’s Michaels. Officer Michaels.” He pointed a thumb over to the sheriff. “Aaand that there’s Red. Sheriff, sure as you could tell.”
“I see. A pleasure to meet you folks.”
There was a long pause as the three walked. Finally, Michaels turned to look at the koutu again.
“...so?”
The bird shot him a look back. “So...it’s nice to be acquainted.”
“But we ain’t.”
“Whaddya mean?”
“You haven’t introduced yourself.”
The koutu shrugged. “I haven’t.”
Michaels frowned. “Y’know, it’s mighty rude not to introduce yerself after everyone else has.”
As they talked, the group neared the edge of a cliffside. Near where they were there was a massive arch of stone hanging over one side of the cliff to the other, almost like a miniature tunnel. There was also a large drop below, and on the other side the ground came back to the same level. A gorge. A gorge with a large river flowing through it.
A gorge where a dragon was currently sitting.
The beast wasn’t too large, likely a young adult. It had red scales, a firebreather. He was currently lying in the river, head resting against the rocky grounds while his body was partially submerged. Was he washing up? Stopping to drink? Just taking a dip?
The koutu didn’t know, but he did know one thing; his target was waiting.
“Tell ya what,” he spoke in a whisper, “If I live through this, I’ll tell ya my name. How’s that?”
“Oh, fer-”
“Yeah yeah,” he interrupted the sheriff, “You two, take some cover,” he pointed at a large boulder beside them, “I’m goin’ in.”
“You nut!” Red whispered back, “He’ll charr ya to smithereens!”
“Just back me up n’ we should all be headin’ back soon,” the koutu assured him.
“Well...shoot, alright,” Michaels muttered, “But I still got the dynamite.”
“Get it ready, you won’t have a chance once he’s in the air.” The koutu took a deep breath. “...here we go. Best a’ luck to ya, officers.”
The koutu spread his wings out and leapt over the cliffside, soaring out into the gorge. The sheriff and lawman quickly crouched behind the boulder, guns drawn.
The bird landed on a flat strip of rock about halfway down the gorge, still without his weapons drawn. “Howdy, mister!”
The red dragon’s eyes snapped open, his body unmoving as his gaze focused on the gunslinger.
“You dare rouse me from my rest?” the great beast spoke in a melodious, yet mighty voice, “Who are you that is so foolish to anger me?”
“Oh, ‘scuse me mister, but I’ve heard some nasty things...like that yer’ about to burn that little town down yonder to ash?”
“Indeed I am,” the dragon retorted, “My domain is mine to play with. Your point?”
“Ah. That’s a damn shame, ‘cause I take offense to that, sir.”
“Oh?” the dragon rose, his head quickly moving to rise on par with the koutu’s ground. “And just what are you planning on doing about this, you who are so small and weak?”
“Well for starters, Plan A is askin’ ya nicely to reconsider.”
The dragon let out a booming laugh. “Gahahahaha! Pathetic! No, you will not be asking anything of me. This withering husk of life will be purified by my most sacred flames. I shall not be persuaded.”
The koutu shrugged. “Worth a shot. Looks like I’ll just have to stop you myself then.”
The dragon’s grin grew manic. “I would like to see you try. Go on. Raise your arm to strike. I will cut you down in a moment.”
The bird smirked before letting out a sharp whistle. The dragon looked confused for a moment before realization hit him...in the form of a stick of dynamite.
Hurled from over the cliffside, it smacked into the dragon’s head before exploding in a spectacular fashion.
“Damn perfect throw, officer!” the koutu yelled before reeling back and letting a bolt of magic loose. The glowing blue spear flew forward, piercing the beast that still reeled from the explosion.
Michaels’ eyes went wide. “He’s a sorcerer!” he cried out to the sheriff, “No wonder he was so damn cocky!”
“Shit,” Red mumbled, “Maybe I was wrong about all this.”
The beast roared out in fury, eyes burning as they honed in on the now flying koutu.
“YOU WILL BURN AWAY FOR THIS, FOOLISH MORTAL!”
Mood Music
“Yer’ outgunned, friend!” the koutu shot back, whirling to the side as a plume of flames erupted from the dragon’s maw. Using his momentum, the stranger spun around mid-flight and took out his revolver, fanning the hammer and emptying all six shots into the beast.
The two humans noted a strange blue tinge of air that enveloped the bullets as they flew through the air, becoming plumes of magic that dissipated around the scales where the bullets landed.
“Enchanted bullets too!” Michaels shouted, “We can do this, sir!”
Red’s eyes narrowed. “Cover him!” the Sheriff began firing off rounds from his revolver at the dragon, while Michaels did the same.
Shell casings hit the ground alongside the stranger, who quickly reloaded his revolver as the dragon snarled, coming to a sudden pause. The beast felt the bullets from the pair up above hit him in the back.
The dragon whirled around, letting out a roar and glaring at the sheriff and white hat…
But before he could go after them, the koutu held up a taloned hand, before bringing it down. A bolt of divine lightning descended from the sky, striking the beast and making it cry out in pain.
Huffing, the dragon slowly turned his head to see the stranger, hand glowing and pulsing with magic as his other hand held his revolver aimed at the behemoth.
There was a moment of silence as everyone took in what just happened.
“Y-you…” the beast spoke softly, a hint of concern in his voice.
“I’m right here, huckleberry!” the koutu shouted, firing off another round and striking the beast’s head.
The red dragon let out another roar, recovering from the blast before flying out towards the koutu, who leapt off the cliffside he stood on and began flying along the gorge.
The two humans’ eyes were wide as dinner plates. Michaels looked over to Red.
“Well shoot, sir! He ain’t no sorcerer...he’s a goddamn paladin!”
The sheriff shook his head. “Crazy bastard...no wonder! Well it’s about damn time we got some proper help around here!”
Michaels frowned. “This shooter ain’t doin’ it. I need more kick.” the lawman tucked his pistol away and reached for the rifle on his back. Unslinging the lever-action repeater into his hands, the officer closed an eye and took careful aim.
A steady barrage of gunshots rang out as Michaels started firing and cocking the lever of the repeater, while Red kept firing his revolver.
The dragon, furious by this point, ignored the pain of the volleys of bullets hitting his back and went flying after the koutu, eyes near slits.
With another roar, the dragon let forth a jet of flames from his maw, the koutu whirling to the side as the fire flew past where he had been just a moment ago.
The sudden spike in temperature made the paladin wince. “Hoo! That’s hot!”
“You will wish that was as hot is it gets when I am through with you, bird!” the dragon barked back, spinning through the air himself as he moved to the stranger’s side.
The speed and agility of the dragon caught the koutu by surprise. Just a moment ago he seemed so clumsy and lumbering, but the dragons were the rulers of the sky…
With a crack of his tail, the koutu was slammed into with murderous force, sent rocketing to the cliffside and slamming into it. He hit the rocks so hard he left a small crater...but the paladin groaned, and grabbed at the sides of the man-sized crater.
He had thrown up a ward at the exact moment the dragon’s tail shifted. If he had been just a fraction of a second slower…
“Holy land of God, he’s alive!” Red cried, both of the humans staring slack-jawed as the bird pulled himself forward and onto the ground. Even the dragon seemed to reel back from the koutu’s survival, unintentionally showing his own fear.
“B-but you...I…”
The stranger snarled at the dragon, hand already pulsing with magical energy.
“I’m gonna put you in a world of hurt, amigo.”
The bird reeled back and the magic changed, blue lights shifting into the likeness of a javelin. He heaved the javelin forward and let it go with all his might, magical weapon flying through the air and straight into the dragon's chest.
The beast roared and snarled as the holy javelin pierced him, quickly fading away into nothing. The stranger followed up with another bolt of lightning, and then began firing off shots as he leapt back into the air and began flying back towards the humans.
“Graaaaah...it is nothing! Your fortune cannot last! I WILL BURY YOU!”
The koutu huffed as he twirled through the air, occasionally popping off shots at the dragon. They only cause minor injury, but they were certainly starting to pile up. The beast was grunting and growling with each movement, wincing as he adjusted his wings and moved his body.
All that punishment had certainly hurt him, only...there was quite a ways to go.
Narrowly avoiding a claw swipe then diving straight down to avoid a gust of flames, the paladin knew the dragon was right; his luck would run out eventually. If he just kept trying to whittle him down…
Have to think of something quick. Those humans, there has to be something they can do...
His eyes darted to the massive stone tunnel. It was enormous, enormous enough to fit even the dragon currently on his tail.
Wait...that’s it!
The koutu focused for a moment, eyes narrowing as he honed in on the white hat’s mind…
Hey, Michaels! You still got some dynamite?!
He could hear the bewildered response in his own mind. W-what?! What the hell?!
Yeah yeah, I’m talkin’ to your mind, I can do that! Now tell me, ya got that dynamite?
Wha-yeah, yeah I do! The hell you askin’ for, mister?!
I’ve got a plan, the birdman announced, I need some heavy explosives. How much you got?
There was a pause. W-well, I uhh...look, don’t tell Red about this, but I brought a couple crates. Hid em’ here ‘cause I thought we’d need em’. Right by that tree behind us. You plannin’ somethin’ big?
VERY big. That big ol’ archway, put those crates by the supports. You follow?
Michaels’ voice was ecstatic now. Ho boy, do I! On it!
The koutu continued evading the dragon and darting from left to right, dodging swings and fire breath all the while.
“FILTH!” the dragon roared, “YOU ARE FINISHED!”
“We’ll see about that!” the koutu hollered back, twirling through the air as he picked up more and more speed.
In the far distance, he could make out the two humans hurrying down a less steep incline to the bottom of the ravine, carrying a massive crate between the pair of them.
He kept up the pace. His initial skirmish with the dragon had caused them to fly pretty far from their initial starting point. Behind him, the dragon breathed fire and shouted further threats.
The two lawmen reached the stone arches and quickly got to work, burying bundles of dynamite along the foundations of the stone.
The gunslinger looked over his shoulder just in time to see the dragon breathe a plume of fire at him, diving and whirling to the right just in time. He could feel the scorching heat of the flames as they flew straight past him.
Further along, the humans seemed to be wrapping up their job, with dynamite scattered all throughout the bottom of the archway.
Alright, the white hat called to his mind, What’s our next move?
On my signal, light the fuse and run like hell…
The koutu dove lower, increasing his velocity as he dropped from the sky to only just flying above the river. The dragon remained in pursuit as they approached the stone archway…
Now that he was closer, he could see the pair shouting at each other, waving their hands wildly.
There was little doubt in the koutu’s head that they were arguing over the plan. Red likely started yelling about how crazy it was after Michaels told him.
“Come on...don’t let me down now…” the paladin muttered as he flew closer, the water underneath him nearly touching him as he struggled to keep his momentum.
Continuing to rocket forward with the dragon hot on his tail, he narrowed his eyes, judging the distance between himself and the others, along with the speed he was moving. If he just made it a little closer…
NOW! He shouted in his head, sending the order to the lawman.
In a moment, he saw the pair of humans bolt up the path they came running down, with lit fuses on the piles of dynamite signaling the impending explosion…
The koutu noticed a shift in the winds behind him. He turned and saw, much to his shock, the dragon slowing down, a noticeable amount of concern written on the creature’s face.
It knew what he was trying to do.
“What’s the matter, scared?!” the bird called back, “You yellow-bellied coward!”
As he turned his attention back in front of him, he noticed the sound of wildly flapping wings and deep snarl. It was now doubling its efforts to catch him.
Perhaps it was arrogance. Perhaps it was blind fury. Perhaps the dragon simply thought it could catch him before they reached the craggy rocks up ahead. Either way, it was now gaining on him, trying desperately to get him.
The gunslinger could feel his heart pounding against his chest now. He was in between a furious, rampaging dragon and a pile of lit dynamite that could blast him to pieces...and both were closing in on him.
As he reached the arches, he could practically feel the dragon on his back...and below him, he could see the lit dynamite’s fuse was entirely gone.
The koutu winced, praying to God for just a second’s more time-
A deafening explosion signalled the end to his plan. Dipping through the archway and emerging out the other side, the stranger barely had enough time to think as the earth shook, more explosions triggered as they caught more dynamite in each blast, and the dragon behind him let out a howling roar of agony.
The koutu turned and saw a whole ton of solid rock collapsing, the unique natural landmark crashing down onto the distracted and pain-wracked dragon. The beast collapsed into the river, covered in rubble.
The two humans, having looped around along the top of the cliffside, slid down into the gorge. The koutu, meanwhile, landed on the ground beside the carnage.
Michaels let out a loud cheer, keeping a hand on his hat as he slid down to the koutu. “Hoo-wee! You did it! I can’t believe you did it! That was a helluva stunt there, partner!”
Red reached the bottom after him, shaking his head. “Goddamn. I thought you were roast turkey, friend.”
The stranger shrugged. “I’ve had worse.”
Before either of them could answer, another voice made itself known.
The low, pained cry of a dragon.
The trio turned to look at the beast. It lay half-buried in the rubble of the stone that once stood tall above the river. Only the front half of the dragon was visible through the ruins. With claws outstretched towards the group, and an expression of suffering written on its face which was half submerged in the river, there was no doubting this creature was badly hurt, if not close to death.
“A-aaahhh...o-oh, my…”
Micheals quickly took his revolver out of his holster and took aim. “Ain’t so tough now, are ya, partner?”
Red followed suit, walking up and aiming his revolver at the eyes of the beast. “What’s that I heard about scorching my town?”
The dragon let out a groan. “No...not yet...not like this…”
The koutu put his hands on his hips and gave the beast a serious look. “It’s over, amigo. Yer finished.”
The dragon’s eyes widened in horror. “It cannot be...no...NO! You must not!”
The paladin shook his head. “Gimme one good reason.”
The beast, to his surprise, remained silent. The koutu raised a brow.
“No promises of riches? No artifacts? No blusterin’ threats?”
“I...I have no hoard, no fortune. I have nothing. Nothing of my own, and nothing to give, a-and…” the beast’s eyes grew hazy and distant. “F-feels...cold…”
The koutu’s eyes shot open as he realized it. This beast was dying.
The explosions had done more damage than he had thought, and with all the rubble he couldn’t even check.
The humans behind him coldly stared at the monster in silence, guns still aimed at him. They seemed to believe this might have been a trick.
The paladin turned back to the dragon, a promising, yet risky and optimistic idea in his mind.
“I can save ya.”
“What?!”
That word had been uttered by both the dragon and the humans.
“Yeah. If you want.”
“The hell are ya doin’?!” Red demanded, glaring at the birdman.
“Y-you would...do that?” the red dragon asked. Both surprise and hope were apparent in his desperate speech.
“Suuure...but this is conditional, ya hear? You gotta make me a promise.”
“Anything!” the beast cried. Apparently once his delusions of invincibility were shattered, this dragon realized just how much life he had left to live, and was willing to do what other dragons might not to preserve it.
The koutu crouched down next to the dragon and stared straight into its large, reptilian eye. “In exchange for your life, I want you to do a complete 180, ya hear?”
The beast stared back at him, but his eye was unfocused and clouded. “What...do you mean?”
“From here on out, this ‘domain’ is not yours to ‘play with’...but to protect.”
A sharp hiss rang out as the dragon attempted to move its body among the rubble. “Y-you mean…”
“That’s right. You keep an eye out on this town. You come runnin’ when they holler for yer help. You help out the law with criminals on the run, keep the town safe. Hell, maybe you should help em’ out with gatherin’ and huntin’ too!”
Michaels sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Look, that’s a mighty nice thing you’re tryin’ to do here pal, but I don’t think he’ll-”
“Yes...I will do it...”
The lawman tilted his head. “Wha-”
The koutu smirked, craning his neck towards the dragon. “What was that, mister? I didn’t quite hear that...”
“I agree!” the red beast said hurriedly.
“Swear on it.”
“I swear on my life, my honor, and all I hold most dear!” the dragon cried, “Please...my vision grows dark…”
The koutu grimaced. “This is gonna take a lot outta me, partner. You PROMISE yer gonna keep up yer end of the bargain?”
The beast began to twitch. “P-please...I beseech thee…”
Realizing he had to do this right now if he wanted the dragon to live, the paladin kneeled beside the beast and placed his hands upon the larger creature.
Closing his eyes, the paladin willed all the energy within his body to move into the dragon, muttering quietly in prayer as the divine aided him.
The two humans viewed this scene with a healthy amount of skepticism, backing up and keeping their weapons at the ready.
“Lord, this is crazy,” Red muttered.
“Who knows?” Michaels said with a shrug, “Maybe it’ll work.”
After over a minute of praying and utilizing his holy magic, the paladin at last stopped, his body spent from the taxing effort of healing this great beast.
He rose to his feet, wobbling for a moment before going for a pack on his belt. He took out a sleepskip potion and quickly began to guzzle it down.
The dragon, in the meantime, began to blink. Its head rose and it looked around the area with a vested interest.
The koutu sighed as he screwed the top back onto the potion and stuffed it back into his pouch. “What are ya starin’ at, partner?”
“Hmm...my vision has returned, in perfect clarity.”
“Good! So...feel better?”
“...I feel perfect.”
The dragon followed this up with a surge upwards, bursting out of the rubble with seemingly no effort. He flapped his wings and rose above the debris and ruin, circling around and landing in the gorge beside the koutu.
With the huge beast staring down at him with an unreadable expression, the paladin worried he might have simply just gotten tricked. He tensed up, ready to act, when the dragon spoke.
“You saved my life. For what reason, I am unsure. You have no reason to trust me. I am a threat. I am your enemy...and yet, you showed me kindness anyway.”
The koutu shrugged, a false grin plastered on his beak. “Figured I could take you if you turned out to be lying.”
“...you are a poor liar. But it is obvious that is not your trade. No, you follow the old ways. Those tenets of honor and chivalry, a sacred warrior code forged in the crucible of your precious church.”
The koutu let out a laugh. “Aww, what gave it away?”
“At any rate...I am in your debt, and as such, I will uphold our bargain. For this second chance, I, Astronomus, hereby proclaim myself as the Guardian of Pike’s Creek, home to those venerable warriors that showed me mercy when I needed it most.”
The koutu nodded. “That’s good to hear...cause we’ve got yer first mission ready, friend.”
Astronomus seemed genuinely surprised. “Already? Did you offer me this deal because you had a use for me to begin with?”
“Dead on.”
Astronomus’ eyes narrowed. “Very clever...very well, what is it?”
…
Gunshots rang out all around the town as the bandits continued their advance. Each time they attacked, the town posse was pushed back. Each time the citizens attempted a counter attack, they lost people. They now settled for giving ground rather than risking more lives.
Deputy Harry loaded yet another six rounds into his revolver, sitting behind a fence as cover. He had lost his rifle when the bandits blasted his cover with dynamite further up the street. Like all the other lawmen, he had a hat, vest, and a shiny badge identifying him.
A few others were spread out along the street, hiding behind various bits of cover as both they and the bandits popped off shots at each other.
Things were getting desperate now. A few of the men that joined up to fight had run out of ammo, and were sent back to the sheriff’s to get more. A couple had been killed, and two had been shot.
Harry grimaced as he shot a bandit and watched him go down. There were too many. Things were getting desperate…
A man rounded the corner and tackled him, sending both of them to the ground. Just as the bandit rose to a kneeling position and aimed his gun at the deputy, a loud bang made him freeze.
The man collapsed on top of the deputy, who quickly threw him aside and looked out to the road.
A woman in a simple dress, holding a rifle, nodded at him. This was Alice, the local cook’s daughter.
Things were bad, and they needed every hand they had…
“Thanks!” Harry called out as he got back up and pressed himself up against the fence. He steadied his balance, taking a deep breath and reading himself for the next attack…
With a bellowing cry, the entire group of bandits charged forward, aiming to overwhelm the defenders in a blind rush. Crowds of men stormed down the street, closing the distance with exceptional speed.
It took a moment for it to sink into Harry’s head: No matter how much they shot, they wouldn’t take enough of them down before they were overrun.
Gritting his teeth, Harry cried out. “Everyone, fall back! I’ll cover you!”
He only fired two shots before an earth-shaking roar made everyone taking part in the battle freeze.
That roar came from behind him, and after the scare this morning, that could only mean one thing…
Slowly, he turned and looked up, and within the sky, the source of his fears approached. A massive beast of red scales and sharp eyes, wings blocking out the sun with their sheer size, and an imposing visage of a legendary creature.
The dragon had arrived.
Harry let his shoulders slump and his head lower. It had kept its promise; it was here to burn Pike’s Creek to cinders and kill everyone inside.
The town’s done for...but maybe I can get a few folks out…
Steeling himself, Harry took a few sharp breaths and held his revolver in a vice-grip, hands shaking.
Before he could even call out for everyone to follow him, a bewildering sight caught the breath in his throat.
A birdman in gunslinger garb stood up on top of the dragon and leapt into the air, doing a backflip before catching the wind and flying forward towards the group.
The dragon passed the town posse and stopped in front of the charging bandits, giving them only a moment to scream before he let out a plume of flames from his maw.
The jet of fire poured down onto the crowd of bandits, charring them to bits in a mere second. There was some comfort in the lack of screams; at least the usually agonizing way to die was quick with dragonfire.
The dragon then landed among the buildings along the main town road, only having barely enough room to do so.
In a moment that only furthered his shock, Harry watched Sheriff Red and Officer Michaels slide down the beast’s back and onto the ground.
“What in the goddamn…?”
“Heya, deputy!” Michaels shouted cheerfully, a lever-action rifle resting on his shoulder.
“The hell is goin’ on?!” Harry shouted, confused.
“We made a new friend,” Red explained, pointing a thumb over his back, “Not this one, another one who talked him into...helping out.”
“Helping out…?”
“This fella’s turned his way around, ain’t that right, pal?!” Michaels called out, turning around.
The dragon frowned and lowered his head. “Indeed. I am Astronomus, and I am here to aid you. In exchange for mercy at the hands of these victors, I have sworn to become the Guardian of Pike’s Creek. I will drive these rabble out.
Michaels pointed at the building beside them. “Err, hey, Astronomus…”
The tavern had been hit by the flames as well, part of the wall currently covered in flames that licked at the chipping paint along the welcome sign.
The dragon performed what Harry could only imagine was an embarrassed grin before flapping his wing at it, the whipping winds snuffing out the flames.
The deputy watched as the koutu in the distance twirled through the air and fired a few shots at what he presumed were fleeing bandits.
“Who wants some lead in they ear?!” the bird cried out faintly, “Step on up!”
Harry took off his hat and gave Red an exasperated look. “You got some weird help around here, sheriff.”
…
“...and that’s it.”
Red gave the bird a grin. The pair were overlooking Pike’s Creek from a hill on the northern side of town. The sun was beginning to set, the sky bathing the town in a vibrant hue of orange.
After the fight concluded, folks had began to clean up. The dragon was busy helping out and adjusting to its new role as protector rather than destroyer. With everyone else busy, Red decided to humor the stranger’s request to see him off.
“So all your affairs are settled,” the koutu noted.
“That’s right, and it’s all thanks to you, stranger.”
“Eh, I lucked out. If my gamble with the dragon backfired…”
“It didn’t, and that’s all I care about. You saved our bacon out there.”
The koutu shrugged. “It’s what I do.”
The sheriff turned his attention from the sunset to the stranger. “So, if you don’t mind me asking...who in the hell are you, son? You did some amazing things out there, with that there holy magic.”
“Perhaps this ain’t the sorta thing to admit to a man of the law, but...I’m a vigilante out for blood.”
The sheer, stark honestly of that statement made the sheriff’s eyes go wide. “Eh?”
The koutu nodded. “It’s true.”
The dragon said he’s a terrible liar…
Red cleared his throat. “Well, then...what in the blazes are you doing?”
The koutu gazed into the setting sun, expression turning sullen. “It goes back a long way. See, back in my hometown, there was this...bully. He liked to torment us other kids, got a real kick out of it.”
Red seemed skeptical. “Okay…”
The koutu’s eyes narrowed. “But then he beat my little brother with a rock.”
“Ah, blazes…”
“I beat the stuffing out of em’,” the koutu admitted, “I beat him so bad he threw up and couldn’t move til’ a grown up found him some time later.”
“So that’s gotta do with yer’ blood feud?”
“Yeah. You see...that kid...he didn’t make it.”
“Holy hell…”
The stranger shook his head. “My little brother nearly didn’t, either. If I hadn’t stopped him…”
“I understand,” Red said quietly, “I get it. It’s fucked up, but I get it.”
The koutu slowly nodded. “Yeah. It is.”
There was a brief moment of silence between the pair before the koutu gathered himself and continued.
“Well, his paw didn’t like that very much. Came to my house and stabbed MY paw. Thankfully some fine folks were walkin’ by and saw the whole thing. Paw pulled through, he skipped town when he realized he was gonna be thrown in jail, and life moved on.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Joined the church, they realized I had a knack for the whole magic thing, so I joined up with the clerics. Ascended to paladin not too long ago.”
“Impressive,” Red said with a nod.
“Well, I tried to move on. You do things you don’t mean sometimes, you know? I wish things had turned out differently, but all you can do is try to make up for it, go onto a better path. Ya know?”
Red nodded. “I gotcha...but you don’t seem at all like a man out fer blood.”
“I wouldn’t be normally, but something happened recently. Came home and found my brother out like a light on the floor. The folks were out of town...and my sis was missing. On her bed, I found a note taunting me, about how vengeance was finally his...and it was signed with that man’s initials.”
The sheriff reeled from the information. “He came back after all those years to hurt ya?”
The bird nodded, eyes locked on the ground. “Guess he was planning to settle the score while everyone else was tryin’ to forget…”
“My God…”
“Well, I started tracking him, he left a pretty obvious trail on the way out. I started out on the roads, and began to notice that I thought I had a pretty good idea where he was going. I came to Geralthin, was passing through here, and, well...here I am.”
“You gotta rescue yer sis, and you wasted all this time helping a couple of fools out?!”
“It’s what I do,” the koutu said, more quietly than the first time.
“Aw, hell, pal...you didn’t need to do this. You’ve got more important stuff to worry about.”
“I told you already, I’m not a man to leave others out in the dark. I know what it feels like to be helpless, to lose what you care about. I ain’t about to watch that happen to Lord knows how many folks.
“...you’re a good man. I apologize for the tongue lashin’ back when we met.”
“Don’t worry about it,” the koutu assured, “All water under the bridge. Now I’ve gotta get goin’, but first…”
The gunslinger reached into the pouches on his belt and began to rummage through.
“I’d like ya to have this.”
The bird pulled out a large rock, decorated with strange runes, the indents along the design were glowing a dim blue. He held it out to the sheriff.
“A...a rock?” Red questioned, taking it and inspecting the surface.
“Wrong. An anchor, partner. The second half to this.”
The bird pulled out another rock with similar designs and a blue glow, but this one was much smaller, and shaped to be easily held in a fist, unlike the large, disklike stone he had offered.
“Anchor? You mean that fancy magic that holds stuff?”
“Not exactly. This is the anchor half of a spell, not the anchor spell itself. That’s part of the teleportation ritual. Ya see, that’s what teleports, and this here rock in my hand tells it what to teleport.”
“You mean…”
The koutu grinned. “Yup! You just put that rock on the ground and say the magic word, and I’ll be alerted from my half of it. I should come runnin’ unless I’m doin’ somethin’ REAL important.”
Red was in disbelief. “Y-ya mean you’ll help us out of ANOTHER fix?!”
“If it comes to it, yeah. I’m really startin’ to like you fellas, and yer fine little town. If you need help, or if you just wanna see me, by all means, call me over!”
“Aw hell, you’re really somethin’, ya know that mister?”
The koutu answered by quickly wrapping his wings around the man in a hug. The human was shocked by the sudden display of affection, unsure how to respond.
“Resolve,” the bird whispered, beak beside his ear.
“Eh...what?”
The paladin pulled back and winked. “The magic word. Just call it out when you want to and the magic in that stone’ll spring to life.
“Oh! I gotcha. Jeez...you caught me off guard, there.”
“You know how it is,” the koutu admitted, “Dunno when I’ll see ya next, so might as well put my cards on the table. I think you folks are swell, and I hope the best fer ya all!”
“You too, mister!”
The koutu stretched his arms. “Eyup...well, I really should be going, now. Baddies are awaitin’!”
As he took a step forward, Red held an arm out. “Wait a second!”
The koutu stopped and turned back. “Yeah?”
“You never told me, stranger!”
The bird raised a brow. “Told ya what now?”
“You said if you lived you’d tell me yer name!”
The koutu’s eyes lit up. “Ah, right! Well...call me...Razorwing!”
Red blinked. “Yer...Razorwing?”
“That’s right! Now...see ya around, sheriff!”
The stranger leapt into the air and unfurled his wings, catching the wind and soaring off into the sky. In his wake, he left a conflicted and confused sheriff.
…
“Yeah, it’s right here.”
Michaels led Red further into the library. When the sheriff told the lawman what the bird had told him, Michaels got a funny look in his eye.
He claimed he knew something about “Razorwing”.
Now Red watched as Michaels pulled a book off of the shelves, holding it up to the sheriff’s face.
Two things really caught the man’s attention. Firstly, the picture.
The cover had a lovingly crafted illustration of a koutu with a striking white head and a brown body. He wore flowing, white robes with a short, vibrant red cape and had a quiver on his hip. In his hands he held a longbow, aiming it up and striking a heroic pose worthy of a statue.
The second was the title of the book: “The Adventures of Razorwing”.
Red blinked. “W-what in the hell?”
“Yeah,” Michaels said, “That’s Razorwing.”
“B-but he’s lookin like some man from the dark ages!”
“Close,” the officer said with a smile, “He’s from the Middle Ages, about 1350. He was a big celebrity in his day, and his fame only increased after a couple generations. He was an archer that went on all sorts of adventures. Fightin’ monsters, stoppin’ bad guys, savin’ everyone...a real man of honor. Did you know he could shoot so straight he could shoot a man twice and split the first arrow?”
“You know an awful lot about this bird fella.”
Michaels shrugged innocently. “Consider me a fan. Mama always read me storybooks about him when I was a kid.”
“He’s that popular, huh? Well, anyway...what does all this mean? I don’t get it,” Red admitted.
“That man that helped us out...think about it. He’s a warrior on a mission, a skilled and brave man out adventurin’ to stop bad guys. He’s a shooter with some special kick, and he shares his looks with a certain famous someone…”
“Ya mean...he took his name?”
“That’s right. He chose an old folk hero from his country he identified with...and he’s tryin’ to keep the torch lit. Least that’s what I think.”
The sheriff shook his head. “Two Razorwings...that’ll throw folks for a loop, don’t you think?”
Michaels laughed. “That’s only if he ever becomes famous.”
Red looked out a window beside him, gazing into the quickly darkening sky. “...I got a feeling he’ll make it through his journey. He’s something else.”
“True,” the lawman uttered quietly, “It’s like Razorwing always said...every age has its heroes.”
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