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A high yodel tore through the air as Bazooka Jane brought the sides of her boots down on the horse's sides - the very experience was exhilarating to the bone as the wind ripped at her body like a dagger through fresh meat.
Nonetheless, Bazooka Jane had been able to ignore this as the speed of their pace increased; a vicious smirk widening among the features of her cherub face as the adrenaline began to rush through her every single nerve like a droplet of water sliding hastily along the smooth surface of newly drawn ice and this made her stomach flutter in a way that forced her to cackle a giggle out aloud. It was all rushing to her head: The thrill; the danger; and the rushing winds of course. But this only added up.
"Yeee haaaw!" Bazooka Jane yelled at the top of her lungs as she raced further into the emptiness of the dry desert, the sand half-heartedly scattering itself through the air as the hooves of the horse came into contact with the dusty ground as the poor horse raced for Dear Life.
She knew she was approaching the canyon, and that it could possibly take hours to get around it, but the thrill of adventure overtook her every urge as her grip on the reigns tightened.
"Come on Bullseye!" Bazooka yelled, her voice searing through the edges of the winds like a set of magnets determined to find the necessary ends of one another as she quickened the pace to Bullseye's maximum potential.
She could see the edge of the canyon in sight, and she knew there was no way over or around it (if she tried, she'd either die or get caught either way); she'd have to stop soon - The rigged edge could have been no more than three hundred meters away. And, ultimately, she knew he was getting closer. The sense was becoming stronger and stronger with every breath she took - it was gnawing through her every sense like a hungry parasite as she blinked hard in order to clear the water from her eyes.
Well, she may as well toy with him as much as she possibly could instead of giving up like many other bandits - the ones she despised like a mosquito resting upon the back of her hand - nowadays would do. No, she wasn't like them: She had a purpose; and she intended to fulfil this purpose with everything she had.
If only she understood the real purpose...
Feeling her heart race against her chest in a furious manner, Bazooka only felt all-the-more determined to mess with the Sheriff completely as she made her way over to the fine line between life and death, her exhilarating grin widening into a crazed smirk as she tugged Bullseye's reigns to the left with a single, swift action before finding herself twisting around a full 180 degrees around so that her gaze was facing away from the Deathly drop below them all, receiving a vigorous neigh (erupting into the air with as much vigorousity that Bazooka Jane's had inflicted previously) from the stern horse in the process.
Narrowing her eyes in a mischievous manner, Bazooka's smirk only widened as she caught sight of the awestruck Sheriff. His horse was pathetic compared to hers - especially considering the fact that Bullseye always seemed to be propelled by jets as he ran; running further from the things they wanted to avoid and those they wanted to tease.
It wasn't that the Sheriff hadn't been caught off guard by her sudden halt - he had - but he couldn't help but arch his eyebrows at the sight before him.
The woman, maybe in her early twenties or her late teens (he really couldn't tell for the life of him), had her scarlet hay perched low below her eyes, scattering a large shadow upon the lower half of her face, with her arms crossed as he patiently waited for the Sheriff to arrive. And this was a bad sign, wasn't it? He had just knackered his stallion, Buster, to an unimaginable extent by following the outlaws trail for God knows how long - and she was just prepared to stop now? When she was faced with the burden of a canyon? Wouldn't she rather risk her chances by trying to leap over it than facing the Sheriff at a moment like this? These were the questions that struck the Sheriff like a cold blade to the heart as he examined the sight.
Closing the distance between them with ease, Woodrow Pride straightened the hat on his head.
"You have quite the runner there lil' Missy." The Sheriff commented with a half-hearted chuckle. "Where d'ya steal him from?"
"I didn't steal him." Bazooka pointed out; almost as though she had been disgusted with his accusation. "He's mine."
With a sigh, Woody asked.
"What's your name? You can't expect me to believe that your name is really Bazooka."
Woodrow had been unable to force a chuckle of amusement away at this and, for a few moments, she seemed absolutely outraged - before another possibility struck her with full force.
"You don't even remember who I am, do ya?" She asked her voice higher than usual as the smirk widened upon her features. She had known him well enough - this she was sure of - but, ever since the day something within her morphed into something else, her knowledge of his full character had drifted away from the breeze of her finger tips like a gust within the fluttering winds of the night.
"What are you talking about?" He asked slowly, his voice arching as the confusion took over him completely.
No; she didn't think so...
After a few moments, he shook his head in order to clear the rushing enrage of disruptive thoughts, and his gaze drifted back towards the Cowgirl.
"Ma'am. You do understand why I'm after you in the first place, right?"
She arched her eyebrows at this with a mischievous look etched deep within her emerald eyes as her grin widened to an even larger extent.
"Are you wanting me to tell-tale Sheriff?" She asked in amusement as she folded her arms across her chest.
"You know what I want Jane." Woody answered firmly, his voice as stern as ever during the next few moments.
"And what would happen if I didn't tell you?"
"Then you face a longer sentence."
"Of course." Bazooka answered simply as she climbed off Bullseye, a small cloud of dust appearing around her feet as her boots came into contact with the ground.
Woody's brows arched at this, and he gawked at her in shock.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm telling you." She answered simply as she took the final few steps, backwards, towards the edge of the canyon, never taking her eyes away from his whatsoever.
With his heart hammering against his rib-cage unnaturally, Woodrow Pride allowed his eyes to widen.
"I don't have time for any games Jane." He snapped, stepping down from his horse as well. "My whole town is in danger. Now, where is she?"
When Bazooka lifted her head in order to direct her gaze towards the Sheriff, she straightened her hat on her head in the process, her mesmerizing beauty becoming apparent to the Sheriff for the first time.
"She's always in the last place you look, Sheriff." Bazooka Jane remarked as she forced a giggle away from her lips.
Woody had been caught completely off guard when her horse just disappeared from thin air; just like that.
"She always is." Jane added as she took the final step over the line.
And she disappeared from his sight as she stepped over the canyon edge...
A/N First of all, I apologize for not updating in two weeks. I had to rewrite the whole chapter from scratch, and I eventually came up with this.
Oh, and I've been asked whether this is the right chapter for the story - and it is. But I'll fill in more information of how they were in this position in the first place in further chapters. Sorry if it was confusing...
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