[center][u][b][h1][color=0054a6]James Kelly[/color][/h1][/b][/u][/center]

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James sat with his back against a tree shuffling a deck of cards mindlessly as the sun was setting over the beautiful landscape.  His favorite Horse, Iris, was laying beside him asleep as the loyal horse she was.  Bridging the cards in his hand he fanned them out once more before bringing them back into a neat stack once more in his left hand.  With a serious look on his face, he gazed out over the road just in front of him to see what appeared to be a wagon with two other horses trotting alongside it.  Making a card appear seemingly out of nowhere in his right he placed it back on top of the deck with a smile.  Patting the top of Iris’s head he spoke “Well looks like it's time to go to work.”  before standing up.  

As the wagon drew closer he stumbled out into the road waving his hand while keeping the other around his midsection as if he was injured.  [color=0054a6]“Help.  Help.  Please Help me.”[/color]  he called out causing the Small caravan to stop in it tracked much the irritation of the men who seemed to be the guards.  [color=ed1c24]“It's best if you get out of our way partner.  Less you want to end up worse off.” [/color] one of the men called down from his horse.  Putting his hand up again James spoke in a sorry and worried tone [color=0054a6]“please I don't want any trouble. It's just I'm stuck out here all by myself and my horse just collapsed.”[/color]  after saying this he pointed over to Iris.  as the men turned their heads naturally they saw as his horse decided at that moment to stand back up as if nothing was wrong.  The realization struck the two men a little too late as by the time they looked back they had already been shot square in the chest.  

As their bodies dropped to the floor James’s colt was trained on the wagon driver daring the man to reach for something.  [color=0054a6]“Don't worry son, I don't want to spill your blood today.”[/color]  He said with a small smile before moving closer to the door of the Wagon.  [color=0054a6]“Mr. Johnson, I am here to rescue that sum of money you have with you from your greedy hands so if you could step out of the wagon that would be great.”[/color]  As the door slowly opened an older well-dressed man stepped out of the beautiful wagon with a face that had a mixture of anger and worry.  [color=0054a6]“If you could be so kind as to step of there sir I would be much obliged,”[/color]  he said as he motioned with his right Colt.  Compiling the man merely walked off to the spot in question and watched as James stepped into the Wagon for a few seconds before coming back out with a small strong box.  [color=f26522]“You won't get away with this I hope you know.”[/color]  the old man said in an even tone showing just a hint of anger.  [color=f26522]"Bandits like you don't scare the likes of me.  Do you know who I work for the people that I know?  Well, have bandits and criminals like you gutted.”[/color]

James chuckled a bit “oh I've heard that one before and as you can see.”  he paused as he moved his hands putting emphasis on his person.  “I'm still standing.  But you make a good point.  I'm sure you will hire some men to try and hunt me down and put my head in a rope necklace, so I'll make you a wonderful deal.”  he said as he seemed to play with the cylinder of his gun.  Satisfied after a second of mindlessly playing with it he threw the revolver to the man who caught it awkwardly clearly not used to holding a gun.  [color=0054a6]“I'll let you skip the trouble of having to go hire a couple of bounty hunter when you can deal with me your self.  All you gotta do is beat me in a duel and I'd be more than happy with leaving you with this money here.”[/color]  as he finished James placed his gun back in his holster waiting for the man to think over the proposition.  

Grinning evilly the man chuckled slightly before instantly attempting to fire the gun at James' forehead without a second notice.  Much to the man's dismay however the gun merely clicked signaling the fact that there was no ammo in the gun to speak of. [color=f26522] “What, what is this.  how.” [/color] he tried to speak before James cut him off as he slowly lifted his own gun out of its holster.  [color=0054a6]“You think I would trust a greedy price of shit like yourself with a loaded gun.”[/color]  he slowly began to walk closer as the man began to step backward like a coward.  [color=0054a6]“If I thought you had even a sliver of honor I might have considered giving you a fair shot, but as you can see you clearly don't have any.” [/color] by this point the man had tripped and fell to the ground hard.  As the man looked back up he has greeted a flash that would be the last thing his eyes ever saw in this life as his body fell back down. 

Picking up the strong box once more James looked through it grabbing the money that was inside which unfortunately wasn't as much as he was hoping.  Looking it over he soon looked back up to the driver of the Wagon who was a young boy frozen solid with fear to scared to even look at James in the eyes.  [color=0054a6]“Now listen here, son.  I don't want to hear anything about me being in this robbery do you hear.”[/color]  as the boy slightly nodded his head showing he understood while still being scared to death.  “Here,”  James called as he handed the boy some of the money.  [color=0054a6]“I don't take from the working man you understand.”[/color]  after receiving a nod James whistled as Iris slowly made her way over to him.  

With a soft kick into her under section and small Hyahh, the horse began its slow trot towards his next destination…. BlackWater