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[b]”The Ranchero of Miracle Mesa” - Glitter And Gold: Part Eight[/b]

[center][i]“The Cowboy must never shoot first, hit a smaller man, or take unfair advantage.”[/i][/center]
[center][indent]-Anonymous[/indent][/center]
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[indent][b]New York City, New York --- The Raft Prison Island[/b][/indent]
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[color=#f92a0e][b]”No!”[/b][/color] Vigilante’s lariat had just kissed the sole of Johnny Storm’s boot before the Surfer snatched him away. Vig plummeted to the ground, tangling himself on his bike, trying to jump from it in mid-air and snatch Storm from The Surfer’s grasp, but it was too late.

Vigilante slammed into the ground and his bike went skittering away across the shattered concrete ground. He was on his feet immediately, gun in hand, trying to get a bead on The Surfer.

[color=#f92a0e][b]”C’mon ugly, jes hold still for three seconds…”[/b][/color] Before he could get a clear shot, a pillar of light appeared so fast it seemed to erupt from The Surfer’s back. It was like the finger of God. For all he had seen in Hell, Vigilante had never witnessed power like this… At least not up close.

[color=#f92a0e][b]”Kick his ass, big guy!”[/b][/color] Vigilante shouted to the God of Thunder. Thor and the Surfer battled through the seas and the skies, slamming into each other in bursts of power, lightning arcing off from each strike.

“[i]Join the fight, Greg Saunders.[/i]” The Spirit called to him. He could feel his body moving already, his bike automatically righting itself for its rider --

[color=#f92a0e]”[i]Beleive me, I’d love to give him a piece of my mind. But this is a whole ‘nother weight class to you and me. Way I reckon, we’re jes a spirit, not a God. I’m sure we’ll get a chance to get our licks in on our own time. Meantime, lotta innocent souls left on this here vessel.[/i]”[/color] Vigilante said, shaking the tension out of his muscles and calling for his bike. This was an argument to have later, n’ The Spirit knew that, deep down.

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[color=ec008c][b]"You, skull dude. Mind giving me a ride through the Raft? I'll use what webbing I have left to keep any fracture points we find as structurally sound as I can make them. That will give the rest of you time to get as many people out as possible. Sound good?"[/b][/color]
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[color=#f92a0e][b]”Works for me, ma’am.”[/b][/color] His bike rolled to his side and he sat, Spider-Woman perching behind him. He pulled the throttle and the bike took off through the prison, winding around tight corners and touring as much of the prison as he could to let Spider-Woman tag each weak spot. He snatched up prisoners and guards up as he went, dropping ‘em off in marginally more secure areas of the prison, hopefully to get sheparded across the bridge by someone else.

[color=#f92a0e][b]”Y’all should invite me to these shin-digs more often.”[/b][/color] Vig quipped, skirting around a corner, blasting through a pile of collected rock. [color=#f92a0e][b]”So much fun.”[/b][/color]