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Cactus, Part XI

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Cactus, Part XI Summary: Support. Harry/Jamie Warnings: A jerk who says jerk things.

She sighed and rubbed her eyes. She’d had a migraine all day.

She appreciated rock. She loved it in all it’s many forms: soft, glam, indie, grunge, she even veered into the land of 80s hard rock every once and awhile. She loved music.

But as with everything in life, she was allowed to have a preference and screamo just wasn’t hers. Especially when the bloody band’s guitarist didn’t know the first thing about writing melodies or playing them for them for that matter.

Hence why she was brought in.

Not that the guitarist appreciated it.

He didn’t. Loudly and obviously.

“I don’t need help from some upgraded groupie.”

The producer grit his teeth and frowned. “You do if you want to make a debut album that does anything, if you want to make music that someone will listen to. You need a melody. Right now all you have is a mush of noise that doesn’t make any s-”

“That’s what it’s supposed to sound like.”

“Well right now, it doesn’t sound like anything. Even your average screamo fan isn’t going to be into this.”

“Good!” He threw his hands in the air. “It’s not for public consumption. It’s art.”

The producer rolled his eyes. “You dumbass, welcome to being signed to a major label. There is no such thing as ‘not for public consumption’. If you’d wanted that you should’ve stayed with your indie label.”

She sighed. “Look, I’m not here to do your job or change-”

“No you’re just here to steal my place in the band.”

She rolled her eyes. “I have two bands, I don’t need another one, promise. I just-”

“Want to find another man to-”

The lead singer stepped forward. “Hey, man that’s not necessary.”

“Don’t need another one of those either.”

“Look, bitch, just because you suck some fam-

The producer shoved to his feet. “That is out of line! The-”

She held her hand up and stood, setting her guitar in its stand. “Look, dude. I don’t give a fuck about your opinion my relationship. Couldn’t really careless and it’s none of your bloody business. Also has absolutely nothing to do with this. I’m a guitarist and a fuckin’ good one. I can help you, but I won’t if you don’t want it. It’s fine. No skin off my nose. I get paid either way.”

The lead singer nodded. “I want her help.”

She looked at the guitarist, who shrugged. “Don’t want any watered down fake-psychedelics on this record. Don’t want none of that pop shit.”

“C’mon, man, even you were busting a nut over some of the solos she wrote for Styles.”

“Co-wrote, with our friend Mitch, by the way.” She shrugged. “It’s up to you though. I can help. Write ya a couple melodies and get right back out of your hair. But it’s up to you.”

The guitarist made a noise in his throat. “Fine. I don’t like whammy though. And I play exclusively on heavy strings. Like the sound better.”

She turned away to grab her guitar and rolled her eyes, who did this fucker think he was? The next Slash? She shot a look at the producer who gave her an apologetic shrug. “Duly noted. Let’s do this shit.”

Later, migraine still sitting heavily behind her eyes, she stopped at the Whole Foods. Harry was due back today after a week in New York for a photo shoot. The only food they had in the house currently was junk food and the poor boy would be exhausted, she should get some real food in him.

She was was trying to decide if the broccoli looked fresher than the zucchini when her phone rang. FaceTime audio, meant he was still on the plane’s wifi.

“‘ello, beautiful monster.”

She smiled. Two years and she still couldn’t get enough of him. His voice still made the center of her chest warm, still made her want to bury her face in his shoulder, let him wrap himself completely around her. The way she was currently feeling, mutual bathtime was on the list tonight. “Hey gorgeous boyfriend of mine.”

He chuckled. “God I miss yeh, woman. Need yeh… badly. Gonna bury myself so deep in yeh when I get home…”

“I missed ya too.” She felt her cheeks heat and she turned her phone down. “But you need to be careful with all that, baby. Don’t need PhoneSex-gate part two.”

She could practically hear the one-hundred watt stunner on his face. “No one around te hear, love. Promise.”

“You’re in a flying metal tube. Not really anywhere to not hear ya.” She smiled. “So cool your jets and we’ll follow up on that suggestion when ya get home.”

“They are never cool when it comes to you, y’know that. But, I’m gonna hold yeh to that… and to me.”

She snorted. “Was that a pun? Not your best work, Hazza.”

He sighed. “I’m tired and horny for yeh, love, give me a break. Still in studio?”

She shook her head forgetting that he couldn’t see her. “No. I’m at Whole Foods. Any requests for welcome home dinner?”

“You.”

She flushed again. “Haz… I’m serious.”

He chuckled again, the sound deeper and a little more stimulating. “So am I, love. Just wantcha. Don’t much care about what else happens tonight.”

She smiled. “Should I just get take-out then? I’ll grab some breakfast stuff and I can make breakfast in the morning.”

“What time d’yeh have to be in studio tomorrow?”

“Don’t. The guitarist is an asshole and the producer’s givin’ him a day to cool off.” She sucked her tongue. “Not gonna help much. Can’t cure bein’ a prick.”

He was quiet for a minute and she knew her very astute boy was putting two and two together from past conversations. ��What did he do?”

“Don’t worry about it, baby. It’s handled. What do you want for breakfast?”

“What did he do, Jamie?”

She sighed. “Hazza-”

“Don’t Hazza me. What did he do and how long has he been doin’ it?”

She fought against the migraine and the exhaustion that tempted her with snapping something rude at him. She knew he was just trying to help. “He’s just… just bein’ a twat, y’know? Doesn’t want help obviously and his only response to that is to-”

“Harass you?”

“Not physically.”

“What did he say?”

“Just bitchy comments about our relationship, Hazza. I swear, it’s not a big deal.”

He huffed. “Because if it was, you’d tell me, right, pretty girl? You’d tell me.”

“Of course. If I didn’t feel like it was under cont-”

“It doesn’t matter if it’s under control or not, love. I want te know.”

“Okay.”

“I don’t like it when you give in so easily, monster. Don’t trust it. Just means you’re not planning on doin’ it.”

She laughed. “It’s just not a-”

“Don’t say it again, love. It is a big deal. It’s a big deal that yer being harassed in yer workplace because of yer relationship with me. It’s a very big deal. To me, at least.”

“It’s just…” She sighed.

“Just what, love?”

“There’s not much that can be done. If someone wants to be a pig-headed jackass and comment on somethin’ that isn’t his business, he’s gonna do it. All I can do is defend myself.” She shrugged.

“I can defend you, love. And if they’re not willing to listen to you, they will definitely listen to me. Why else was I blessed with height and a deep, scary voice, if not to knock some sense into chauvinists?

“That is a valid point and you know that I appreciate your chauvinist-knocking skills. But I can’t have my rich, famous boyfriend steppin’ in to fight all my battles, baby. Ruins my street cred.”

He laughed and she felt like the conversation was back on track. “Fine. Okay. I want waffles and bananas and bacon, British bacon, none of that crunchy American shite.”

She chuckled. “Okay. That I can do. When do you land?”

“Within the hour at this point.”

“Okay, we left your Rover in its normal spot. What do you want for dinner, gorgeous?”

“Thank you, love. Chinese?” He yawned. “From that one really good place in Chinatown?”

She smiled. “Yeah, I can do that-”

“Excuse me…?”

She jumped, almost dropping her phone, and turned toward the girl. “Yeah?”

“Who’s tha’, love?”

“You’re Jamie Schwartz, right? Harry Styles’ girlfriend?”

She nodded sort of dumbly. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the fact that people, people who were not related to the music industry at all, knew her name.

“Jamie?”

“Are you on the phone with him?” The girl edged closer and Jamie took a step back, almost tripping over the low shelf of the vegetable aisle.

“Jaime? Are yeh okay?”

She nodded and then remembered, he couldn’t see her. “Yeah… I’m fine, baby. Just a fan. Just a second.” She smiled at the girl. “Yeah. I’m Jamie. What’s your name?”

“Candace.”

“It’s nice to meet you.” She shook the girl’s hand. “Sorry about that. I’ve a bit of a migraine. Makes me a little slow on the uptake.”

The girl shrugged. “I just wanted to say that the BTS of the tour is fantastic and you all looked like you had a blast.”

“BTS?”

“Behind the Scenes.”

The video of all the random shit they did to keep busy on the tour. She smiled. Harry had sent it out via youtube and twitter not long ago. Twitter fuckin’ imploded.

He hadn’t even really intended to ever release something like that, in fact most of it was shot on someone or another’s iPhone, not by his professional photography team, but so much of it had been legitimate comedic gold and it just seemed unfair to keep it to themselves.

It had everything from dance numbers (chiefly from The Best Song Ever music video complete with everyone wearing one of Harry’s big cheesy grins) and compilations of her and Mitch’s Riff-Offs, band members falling asleep in random places (shot mostly by Harry) and of her saying ‘Let’s do this shit’ over and over again… set to a sick drum beat laid down by Sarah.

It really was great.

Jaime smiled. “Oh. Yeah, we did have a blast. Fun group to tour with.”

“I think Harry may be the most extra person alive.”

“He has his moments.” Jamie smiled. “He can be dramatic but it keeps life interesting.”

“I am not dramatic!”

She grinned at the girl who probably couldn’t hear Harry and spoke into the phone. “Yes, you are, baby. But I do love you anyways.”

Candace smiled. “I also wanted to tell you that… I know you’ve gotten some hate from the fand- from his fans, that some people have said some really horrible things about you, but most of us love you and think you’re great and we want you two to be happy.” She took a deep breath. “We all, the normal fans, we all think he seems like he’s the happiest we’ve ever seen him. I want to thank you for that.”

Jamie smiled and set the broccoli that she’d been holding this whole time down. She held her arms out and wrapped Candace up in a hug. “Thank you, Candace. That is very much appreciated.”

She nodded and waved before quietly excusing herself.

“What did she say, love?”

Jamie smiled. “She said that they think you’re the happiest you’ve ever been. And then she thanked me for it. Sweet girl.”

She placed the take-out order as soon as Harry had to hang up to land. She made it home maybe ten minutes before he did, popping the cork on a bottle of wine and letting it breathe almost as soon as the grocery bags hit the counter.

She had just put the groceries away when she heard the door open. She smiled and made for the foyer, pausing in the archway to watch him toe off a boot. He was holding their take-out, plastic bag containing those distinctive cartons and he smiled at her.

“Come ‘ere, gorgeous woman.” He set the bag down and opened his arms. He caught her as she all but threw herself at him. Wrapping her legs around him, she sighed into his neck.

“I missed you, baby.”

He grinned and squeezed her tighter. “Ah… my pretty, little monster. I missed yeh too.”

“Even though it’s only been a week?” She leaned back and cupped his face in her hands.

Pursing his lips for a kiss, he nodded. “After the first five minutes, darling.”

She smiled and leaned in for the kiss. “I love you.”

“Love yeh too.” He carried her into the kitchen and set her on the counter, almost knocking over to open wine bottle and the glasses she’d set out.

She just managed to catch one of the glasses before it rolled away and cackled. “You are a menace. I swear, I just want to wrap you up in bubble wrap.”

He grinned. “I didn’t see them, love. Didn’t expect them to be there. Too busy suckin’ on yer neck.”

Leaning forward, she cupped his jaw and leaned in to slip her tongue into his mouth. He groaned, pulling her forward on the counter so she had to lean against him to stay upright.

She drew back and he followed her tongue, drawing her bottom lip between his as he started tugging rather incessantly at her flannel button-up. He tugged it down her shoulders until it got stuck in her elbows and pulled away from her lips to rasp, “Need yeh naked, love. Please.”

He reached down to unbutton her jeans and paused. “Wait, monster. Is your head still hurting?”

“Huh?”

He grinned. “You told the girl that you had a migraine. Are you okay now?”

“I love you.” She smiled up at him and kissed him. “Yes I’m fine. Please don’t ever stop being you, Haz.”

He blushed and kissed her again, his hands unbuttoning her jeans.

Shrugging the shirt off, and started at his buttons, not that there were many to undo, God bless him. She was working a hickey into his jaw, when she remembered. “Dinner, baby.”

His shirt dropped behind him and she ran her hands over his chest. He shook his head. “Need yeh naked. Now. Been hard for yeh since I called yeh. Love, I need yeh.”

She groaned and leaned forward to suck harshly on his collarbone, hands smoothing up his chest to bury in his hair. “Okay… We’ll eat later, we’ll eat... “ She moaned against his skin as he shimmied one large hand into her jeans, cupping her intimately.

Later, laying on the couch after a long, hot bath and reheated Chinese food, they settled in to Netflix binge, each sporting a nourishing layer of her Oatifix face mask and a glass of wine. He laid back against her, head against her breasts, his weight pleasant and comforting against her.

She ran her hands through his fringe, keeping the unruly hair from drifting into the sticky paste.

“Still no studio tomorrow?”

“Nope.” She shrugged. “It won’t do anything. You just can’t fix fucktard.”

He smiled softly. “What did he say, love? Tell me the truth.”

She sighed and ran her fingers through his fringe. “I knew you wouldn’t let this go.”

“Monster, I could tell yeh were still angry when I talked to yeh on the phone. Yeh never hold onto to things like that. So how bad was it?”

Jamie smiled. “Well, apparently I make ‘pop shit’ and I’m after his job.”

He looked rather amused. “In a screamo band? Yeh want his job in a screamo band?”

“Evidently. I also have a nefarious plan to contaminate his ‘art’ with my fake-psychedelics.”

“Oh?”

She chuckled and carded through his hair again. “Also, I think I have a right to do this… because I suck your dick. I mean he didn’t really get to finish that thought, Benny shut him down pretty quickly, but that is where it was going.”

Harry glowered at her over his shoulder, the expression a bit softened by the paste on his face. “Oh really?”

She shrugged. “It pissed me off for sure but I was going to let it go. I know the truth, this asshole clearly doesn’t. Also I suck your dick and I enjoy it, so why shouldn’t I?” Harry laid back against her chest and chuckled. “But then he finally ‘agreed’ to let me help and told me that he hated whammy and only liked heavy guitar strings. Like who the fuck are you? You don’t pay me, the studio pays me to help you sound your best. I don’t care what you like. If what you liked was good, they wouldn’t have brought me in.”

He snorted but arched to watch her face. She smiled and kissed his hair.

“That’s why all their shit sounds so muddy, they need at least one person not just strumming to some indiscernible beat.” She rolled her eyes. “So I tried to introduce a subtle melody, nothing crazy, just something to break up the constant wha-wha-wha. I ruined it by mentioning that he’d be able to play it on heavy strings if he wanted but that it’d be easier and more comfortable to play them on mediums.”

Harry turned to face her fully, pulling her legs into his lap. “And then wha’?”

She ran a hand over her face and sipped at her forgotten wine. “I shouldn’t have said anything. In the back of my mind, I knew I was poking at him-”

“You were offering your professional opinion which is part of your job. You’d be remiss not to mention it.” Harry shrugged. “He’s the fuckwit that let it hurt his feelings.”

She went to kiss his cheek but remembered that his face, like hers was covered in an oat-y, gritty mask. “We need to get this stuff off our faces.”

He nodded and let her up, throwing an arm over her shoulder. “And then what happened?”

She sighed. “He just lost it, ranted about me trying to change his style, the whole style of the band, called me some names, made some insinuations. His bandmates tried to check him but then he hollered at them for a bit and stormed off.” Jamie huffed.

He frowned and motioned her into the en suite before him. They took up position at their respective sinks and he sighed, washing his face. “I like the way this stuff smells.”

She nodded. “It makes me think of how warm and sweet your mom’s house always smells.”

“Yes! That’s what it is!” Harry grinned. “I couldn’t place it.”

She threw a towel at him. “You’re drippin’.”

He grinned. “So were yeh… not three hours ago.”

She let him pull her into his arms and kissed at his jaw. “You and your dirty puns…”

“Nothing dirty here, love. I am so fresh… so clean, clean. Took a bath, washed my face.”

She laughed, throwing her head back. “Very true.”

He kissed her head. “What’re yeh planning te do then, love?”

“About that guitarist?” He nodded and she shrugged. “I’ve already written the melodies for the songs that needed it most. I’ll deliver them to Benny. I get paid anyways. He’ll just have to figure it out for himself.”

He nodded. “Sounds good.”

She kissed his chest, right next to the little monster charm she gave him almost a year ago. “Thank you for listening. I appreciate it.”

“Thank you for telling me.” Harry buried his face in her hair. “I just want te support yeh the way yeh support me.”

She smiled against his skin. “How do you mean?”

“Love, whenever I’m with you, I’m allowed to just be me. I can be goofy and stupid. I can be sensitive and intelligent. I can like football and candles and take baths in rose-scented water and do face masks with you. You don’t judge. You won’t judge. I don’t feel like I’m being edited at all. None of that will turn you off…”

She made a face. “I don’t know, baby… the Packers though…”

He put his hand over her mouth. “Shh… woman, don’t ruin the moment.”

She smiled under his palm and kissed it. “I love you. For you. That includes but is not limited to those suits I’m not as fond of as your other suits, your candles, your god-awful taste in NFL teams and everything else. I love you.”

“Which suits?”

She mimed zipping her lips.

“But no, love. Really. Which suits?”

Part X Up Next: Part XII

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Ext – Sat atop a ridgeline, three antagonists (Bill Westcott, Theodore O'Diddley and Roderick O'Diddley) look upon a lonesome bank sat in a vast dry desert. Westcott; holding a pocket watch in his hand, methodically winds it without looking.

Besides the bank is a heavily guarded wagon being opened as uniformed men transfer what appears to be strongly sealed crates, each containing large amounts of gold and bonds.

Westcott -

“Right, you boys ready?”

Theodore -

“We sure are. We've been ready for weeks.”

Roderick -

“Damn right boys. Let's make us a mint!”

Westcott -

“Slow it down there, breathe and think, cos' if this goes south...”

Westcott pauses and looks away from O'Diddleys and instead at the pocket watch in hand. In the watch is a portrait of a woman.

Westcott -

“Sigh* Well, let's not get into that...”

Theodore -

“Will you quit worrying? You're in good hands. We ever let you down before?”

Roderick -

“Yeah we's ever let you down Billy?”

Westcott -

“Well I did have to carry your ass back in Ashbuck didn't I? Or did that one slip your memory?”

Westcott glares at Roderick.

Westcott -

“And I told you... DON'T call me Billy.”

Roderick looks down at the ground sheepishly while Theodore Looks disappointingly at his brother.

Westcott -

“Right, before we do this, let's go over the plan one last time. We round up the guards, we say we're gonna shoot someone square between the eyes and then... well, people start to fall in line once they know the purely white gates are only a stones throw away. Least that way we don't have to take no lives.”

Theodore -

“What's with you and no killin'?”

Westcott looks over at Theodore.

Theodore -

“Ahh don't gimme' that look, you know what I mean, you always firin' that thing, just never at folks. If you ask me it's quicker, gets the job done and stops any potential heroes from messin' things up.”

Roderick -

“Yeah its easy, Like shooting rats for supper, nothin' wrong with a lil' killing!”

Westcott -

“I got enough on my conscience already, I don't fancy being haunted by the ghosts of folks I killed. I'm a thief boys, not a killer and I ain't starting now. We got enough ridin' on this and I am NOT, gonna' screw this up... and neither are you boys, comprende amigos?”

Theodore -

“We got a reputation to keep up with Bill. We ain't messing this up.”

Wescott notices that the wagons have finished loading their cargo.

Westcott -

“C'mon, looks like they're finishing up. Remember like clock work boys.”

Theodore -

“Like clock work.”

The trio pull up their bandannas too conceal their identities and begin to ride down the ridge line as the heavily armoured wagon finishes up.

Upon arrival, the gang circle the wagon, with the O'Diddleys firing wildly into the air. The wagon has made barely any distance between that and the Bank.

Westcott -

“Gentlemen please if you'd kindly, keep them guns holstered, stick them hands up and don't do nothin' that'll be liable to get you killed.”

Roderick in an overly excited tone laughs maniacally, enjoying the hold up far too much.

Roderick -

“Yeah! get em' up! get em' up boys!.”

Carriage Driver #1 -

“Take it easy fella's, we're cooperating, we're cooperating...”

Theodore -

“That's smart thinking right there. Just as we asked.”

Westcott leans into Theodore.

Westcott- “You good out here?”

Theodore -

“Yeah we got it Bill, you do your thing, we'll do ours. We got you covered.”

Theodore says with a smirk, and without looking at Westcott no less.

Roderick -

“Oh we gonna' livin' like kings soon enough brother!”

Theodore -

“Easy brother... in good time.”

Westcott looks taken back and slightly concerned by the brothers irregular behaviour. He dismounts his horse and makes his way into the bank slowly, gun drawn.

Interior - Small bank, clerks cowering behind counter bars between them and the bank floor, Westcott holds shotgun close range and aims eye down sights ready for anything.

Cashier #1 -

“Oh lord, oh lord, oh lord...”

Westcott -

“C'mon out gentlemen. Those boys on the wagon outside knew the routine, I expect the same from you boys. No sudden movements, no hero stuff... heh, you don't need to be reminded how this is going down. I don't wanna shoot you just as much as you don't wanna get shot. Now I want bonds, gold nickels, dimes, hell even gold teeth if you have em'; in the bag, spread evenly so ma horse and I don't fall off balance.”

Cashier #1 -

“Whatever you say sir, I ain't given no trouble!”

The clerks tentatively starts too reach below the counter, Westcott leans forward to get a better view over the counter and gives a quick whistle. The cashier looks up visibly frightened.

Westcott -

“Easy there son, open the gate and let me through before you go reachin' round places I can't see.”

Cashier #1 –

“N-no, no mister! I wasn't doin' nothing, I was just a getting the keys, see?”

The cashier jangles the keys to show he was being truthful.

Westcott -

“Well explain yourself next time boy you can't afford to make a man worry like that.”

Westcott cocks gun

Westcott -

“And I'm not one who likes to worry.”

Cashier #2 faints and hits the floor.

Westcott -

“Hahaaaa I still got it, now open up!”

Cashier #1 opens up the large iron bar door as Westcott makes his way round behind the counter, gun still pointed at cashier #1.

Westcott -

“Now move it! I ain't got all day!”

The cashier begins to unlock lots of small boxes behind him, each one containing bonds and other notes. Westcott throws down three large sacks and cashier #1 starts to place them inside.

Westcott -

“Evenly now ya hear, saves me the hassle.”

The horses can be heard outside get restless and nay loudly, muffled shouting ensues.

Westcott -

“What the hell are those boys doin'?”

Cashier #1 -

“Ain't got nothin' to do with me mister! Honest!”

Westcott -

“Pfft... I figured that much. You stay right there, I'm gonna' go take a quick peek.”

Westcott approaches the front door casually keeping an eye on cashier #1, gun still drawn.

Westcott -

“Hey what going-”

As Westcott opens the door with his shoulder, gun fire breaks out and his hat is shot off. Startled, he buckles and jumps back through the front door slamming it shut.

Westcott -

“Jesus H shit! Goddammit'! There a back door to this place?!”

Westcott runs back through the steel barred door and confronts the Cashier.

Cashier #1 -

“Y-y-y-yeah through here...”

Bullets crash through the windows as Westcott hits the deck and grabs the Cashier.

Westcott -

“Shit! Get down and stay down you fool!”

Both start to frantically crawl towards the back door, Westcott grabs the one sack the cashier managed to fill up. They both reach the back door as the gun fire ceases. Both get up and timidly walk toward the door. Westcott pushes past the cashier.

Westcott -

“Hold up here! I got the gun, I reckon I oughta' go first. You got a horse or something near by?”

Cashier #1 -

“N-n-n-n-no mister I don't... I usually get a ride from the coach that comes here from town.”

Westcott -

“Well I guess today really ain't your day kid, that's what, bowt' a mile or two away?”

Cashier #1 -

“There abouts...”

Westcott -

“Ah, shit. The whole god damn town probably heard that gun show, least when them law boys turn up they'll treat you to a ride home. But I sure as hell ain't hangin'! You ready there?”

Cashier #1 -

“Ready? Ready for what?”

Westcott -

“3..2..1..”

Westcott bursts the back door open and begins to run but is instantly shot in the gut and drops back. Multiple shots are fired all missing him bar another to the leg.

Westcott -

“AGH! Goddamnit, bastards got me!”

Westcott stumbles and crumbles back inside.

Cashier #1 -

“Lord above!”

The cashier grabs hold of him and drags him over to the wall and slumps him aside.

Cashier #1 -

“Oh lord mister! That looks pretty bad, are you okay?”

Westcott –

“I'm pretty sure I took a bullet in the gut, do I look okay?!”

Cashier #1 -

Sorry mister, I just.. I never seen someone get shot before, at least not this close anyhow.”

Westcott takes his hand off of the wound and examines it.

Westcott – “Yeah definitely in the gut alright... no problem, ugh, I've had more led in me before...”

Cashier #1 -

“Who the heck was firing at us?! The sheriff can't have been here by now. You have any idea mister?”

Westcott takes down his Balaclava and feels for his pistol.

Westcott -

“...I got a hunch, but don't take my word for it, not yet... call me Bill by the way... I think with the current situation I oughta' properly introduce myself...”

At this point there's a sudden slow knock at the front door.

Stranger #1 -

“Little pigs, little pigs, let me in!”

Stranger #2 -

“Hahahaha! we got em' now, we gonna gut you like a piggy too!”

Westcott recognises the voices outside.

Westcott -

“...sigh* I thought as much...”

Westcott reaches into his satchel, a sound of something being tinkered with can be heard. Westcott then hands the satchel over to the Cashier; with the item in question still conceled within.

Westcott -

“Here, put this in the biggest bag of loot you filled... and, and bring it round in front of me.”

The cashier looks at the front and back doors frantically without fulfilling Westcotts request.

Westcott -

“Look... I know you wanna make a break for it kid. But do this one thing for me...”

The cashier looks uncertain on what to do. Theodore shouts from outside.

Theodore -

“Bill! Bill! You in there? Rody here says he got a couple shots on ya! That true?”

Westcott -

“You kiddin' me!? That dipshit couldn't hit a mountain!”

Roderick -

“Shut it Billy! You know I got you good!”

The cashier looks at Westcott.

Westcott -

“This ain't about the money kid.”

Cashier #1 -

“Alright mister, alright...”

The cashier does as instructed by Westcott.

Theodore -

“Right! We're comin' in Westcott! Ready or not!”

Westcott -

“Go out the back, it should be clear...”

The cashier runs out back in a moments notice; just as the O'Diddleys break through the front doors. Theodore strolls over to Westcott gun in hand, taking note of Westcotts wounds.

Theodore -

“So he didn't get a shot on you huh? How'd you get in that there state then? You trip 'n' fall over?”

Roderick follows closely behind and sniggers at Theos comment.

Roderick -

“You sure I didn't get ya Billy?”

Westcott -

“You a real funny pair, should've known better than trusting a couple of inbred moonshiners...”

Roderick -

“Hey! Who you callin' inbred?!”

Theodore turns to Roderick and point at the door.

Theodore -

“Get back to watching that front door! Keep and eye out for the law will ya?!”

Roderick -

“Ugh... fine, fine!”

Roderick storms back off towards the front door.

Theodore -

“Ain't no need getting riled up lil' Billy. All you got there is a flesh wound after all. But less you start, ugh... cooperating, that there nip gonna' be a real problem in a short while.”

Westcott -

“Alright Theo, then what the hell do you suppose I'd do about it?”

Theodore -

“Well me and my brother here. We ain't trained to be no doctors...”

Westcott -

“I gathered you and your brother ain't qualified professionals, don't think I've ever heard about any inbred hicks becoming doctors...”

Theodore crouches and point the gun barrel right at Westcotts forehead.

Theodore -

“Now ya know I don't like your sarcasm don't ya Billy? An' I sure as shit ain't liking being called no inbred neither. I might not be as “sophisticated” at you Billy, but brains do no good trying to dodge a bullet, am I right?”

Westcott looks Theo dead in the eye and gives a minor smirk.

Westcott -

“That was a mighty big word of you to say Theo... sophisticated... nice going.”

Frustrated, Theo stands back up and kicks Westcott in the head, knocking him down to the floor completely. Roderick pears back through the front door at all the commotion.

Theodore -

“This business don't get old does it?”

Westcott spits blood on the floor and glares back up at Theo.

Theodore -

“Now it won't be long til' that Sheriff Myers catches wind of this. He's a real mean son' bitch; has a might big temper on him if I recall. Ain't no man wanna' be stirring up a fus round' him.”

Westcott lifts himself up slightly, Theo takes a couple steps back gun still drawn.

Westcott -

“So that'

s it then?! You leaving me here for the wolves? Letting them do your dirty work?! You god forsaken chicken shit!”

Theodore -

“As I was sayin' before! If you play nice and sit there quiet an' all, holding that there wound... I'm sure the locals back in town'll patch you up nicely.”

Roderick shouts over from the door and intervenes in the conversation, laughing away.

Roderick -

“Yeah before hangin' ya!”

Theodore -

“Rody! Keep an eye out will ya? I told you already!”

Roderick comes back into the bank.

Roderick -

“Can't see nothin' for miles T! Law won't be here for another time yet!”

Theodore -

“Well... I guess we should take our leave then while we got the time. Start grabbin' the bags Rod.”

Roderick grabs the suspicious bag from in front of Westcott.

Westcott -

“The halfwit O'Diddleys ride again huh?”

Theodore -

“Least we got plentiful journeys ahead of us Bill.”

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Ext – outside of bank, deserted dry lands with lone bank in the middle, three antagonists (Bill Westcott, Theodore and Roderick O'diddley) sit atop a ledge of a mountain looking down onto it. Westcott holding a pocket watch in his hand, mathodicly winding it without looking.

Besides the bank a heavily guarded wagon is being opened and uniformed men are transferring one by one what look like strongly sealed crates, these contain large amounts of gold and bonds.

Wesctcott -

You boys ready?

Theodore -

We sure are Bill, we've been ready for weeks

Roderick -

Yeah yeah! Lets make us a mint

Westcott -

Now slow down, take a deep breath and think, cos if this goes south...

Westcott pauses and looks away from O'diddleys and instead at pocket watch in hand

Westcott -

Well, lets not get into that

Theodore -

Will you quit worrying you're in good hands, have we ever let you down

Roderick -

Yeah we's ever let you down billy?

Westcott-

Well I had to carry your ass in Ashbuck or are you forgettin that one again

Westcott glares at Roderick

Westcott -

And I told you, DONT call me billy

Roderick looks down at the ground sheepishly while Theodore Looks disappointingly at him

Westcott -

So one more time, we round up the gaurds, we need leverage after all, we say we're gonna shoot someone square between the eyes and help them too the purely gates, well, people tend to feel guilt and that means we don't have too shoot nobody.

Theodore -

Whats with you and no killin

Westcott looks over at Theodore

Theodore -

Ahh dont gimme that look, you know what I mean, you always firin that thing just never at anyone,

if you ask me its quicker, gets the job done and stops any heros

Roderick -

Yeah its easy, Like shooting rats for supper for moma!

Westcott -

Well I tell you what, I have enough on my conscience already, maybe I dont want somebodys soul on it too, Im a thief boys not a killer boys and I aint gonna start now, we got enough ridin on this and I AM NOT, gonna screw this up and neither are you comprendey amigos. Cmon now looks like they're finishing up, remember like clock work boys

Theodore -

Like clock work

They all then pull up theyre bandannas too conseel they're identities and and begin to ride down the mountain as the heavily armoured and wagon finishes up.

The three quickly ride down and circle the wagon the o'diddleys firing into the air Westcott - Gentlemen, if in you please lay your arms down and surrender to the fact that you are being robbed that would be mighty kind Roderick in a overly excited tone, laughing manicly like he's enjoying this too much

Roderick - yeah get em up get em up

Theodore - you heard him, reach for the sky gentlemen Westcott leans into Theodore

Westcott- you good out here

Theodore - Yeah don't worry we know the drill, you do your thing, we can always count on you my friend

Roderick - ohh this is gonna be good!

Westcott looks takin aback and slightly puzzled at the comment, he then dismounts his horse and makes his way into the bank slowly gun drawn Interior - small bank, clerks cowering behind counter bars between them and the bank floor, westcott holds shotgun up close and aimed eyeing down the sights ready for anything

Westcott - good day gentlemen, no sudden movements and no hero business would be much appreciated as I don't wanna shoot you just as much as you don't wanna get shot, now I'm assuming you know the drill by now, and if you don't all bonds, gold nickels and dimes in the bag spread evenly so ma horse and I don't fall off balance.

The clerks tentivley start too reach below the counter, westcott cocks the shot gun

Westcott - Easy now open the gate and let me through before you go reachin round places I can't see

Cashier 1 - No no Mr I wasn't doin nothing, I was just a getting the keys ya see

Westcott - Well explain yourself next time boy you can make a man worry like that

Westcott cocks gun

Westcott - And I'm not one who likes too worry Cashier 2 faints and hits the floor

Westcott - Hahaaaa I still got it, now open up!

Cashier 1 opens up the large iron bar door and westcott makes his way in Behind the counter gun still pointed at cashier 1

Westcott - Now move it! I ain't got all day!

The cashier begins to unlock lots of small boxes behind him, each one containing bonds and other notes, westcott throws down three large sacks and cashier 1 starts to place them

Westcott - Evenly now ya hear, just like I said and there won't be any trouble

At this point you can hear the horses outside get restless and nay loudly, muffled shouting ensues

Westcott - What the hell are those boys doin?

Westcott approaches the front door casually keeping on cashier 1 gun still in hand

Westcott - Hey what going...

As westcott opens the door with his shoulder gun fire breaks out and his hat is shot off, startled he buckles and jumps back through the front door slamming it shut

Westcott - Jesus Christ! Is there a back door too this place?

Westcott runs back through the steel barred door and confronts cashier 1 Chasier 1 trembling Cashier 1 - Y y y yeah through here Gun fire begins through the window westcott hits the deck and grabs cashier 1

Westcott - shit, get down and stay down you fool!!

Both start to frantically crawl towards the back door, westcott grabs the one sack cashier 1 managed to fill They reach the back door and gun fire ceases Both get up and timidly walk toward the door, westcott pushes past cashier 1

Westcott - hold up here, I got the gun I'll go first, you got a horse or something near by Cashier 1 - N n n n no mister I dont, I usually get a ride from the couch that comes here from town Westcott - well I guess today really ain't your day kid, that's what, bowt a mile

Chasier 1 - yes sir

Westcott - a shit the whole god damn town probably heard that gun show so you'll have the sheriff picking you up soon I guess, so will I if I'm not too careful You ready there?

Chasier 1 - Ready for what? Mr

Westcott - 3..2..1

Westcott burst the back door open and begins to run but is instantly shot in the gut and drops back, multiple shots are fired all missing him bar another too the leg

Westcott - God damnit ahh they got me

Westcott stumbles and crumbles back in Chasier 1 grabs a hold of him and carries him over to a chair and sits him down

Chasier 1 - Oh lord Mr that looks pretty bad are you ok

Westcott - Do I look ok?

Chasier 1 - Sorry Mr I just.. I never saw someone been shot before, at least not this close Westcott takes his hand off of the wound and examines it

Westcott - It's alright I've had more led in me before

Chasier 1 - Who..who who are those people....out there mr

Westcott takes down his Balaclava and feels for his pistol

Westcott - I dunno but I believe we're gonna find out and call me bill I think the current state I'm in I should formally introduce myself

At this point there's a sudden slow knock at the front door

Stranger 1 - Little pigs, little pigs, let me in

Stranger 2 - hahahaha we got em now, We gonna gut you like a pig too

Westcott reaches into his small satchel and fiddles with something, westcott hands Chasier 1 his satchel

Westcott - Here, put this in the biggest bag of loot you filled and bring the bag out front of me.

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