What follows takes place in the few moments before all hell breaks loose. Be advised this is truely the darkest night to ever befall the two us us... He and Me
A Devils Bargan
Humm... Three to one against I reckon. Pretty even odds and nothin' new to this here cokpoke.
Gunslinger. A word in confidence please...
Sure thing partner. Right this way.
As he and I step to the side out of earshot of the others. Who each cast a weary eye. I begin the most grim request no one should ever have to make.
What's on the mind in that feather head of yours bird?
Gunslinger, you see what we're up against. Make no mistake. King Vulture and his hords specialize and revel in the most cruelest, agonizing and draw out torture this side of hell.
Yep Bird. They look to be a ornery bucnch alright. I'll give ya that.
Yes, and should my kind and I not prevail...
Shut your beak Bird. I won't hear another word. I know what your gonna say, and there just ain't no way. You know I'll be with ya to hell and back and then some. But this is just too much. Don't lay this on me Bird. I beg ya.
And the hell with that gunslinger shit. I'm just a rootless cowboy. A lowly drifter on a lonely prairie. That's all I be.
Yes you are as you say wonderwall. But we both know good and well your way more than that. By far. If you can't do this. Then tell me. Who? As he steps off a ways. Kickin' the toes of his dusty boots at the dirt in sheer exasperation. He seems to relent and turns back toward me.
Alright Bird. I'll make ya a deal. If your wrong, and I know you are. When we come out on the other end of this. Which I also know we will. You and I are headed to the nearest saloon to whiskey down till one of us hits the ground. Loser coins the tab. What do ya say to that Bird?
I'll take ya up on that cowpoke. Shall we seal the deal with a swig of that potent prairie juice you have tucked there in your wast band?
You bet Black bird. Here ya go. You first.
I take a good pull on that flask of whiskey. Tryin' hard not to grimace. Handin' it back to him. But before he takes his turn. I cover the top with my wing. Lookin' him dead in the eye. I ask. And if I'm not? To which he goes stone cold still for a second. Then nods slightly in affirmation. I draw away me wing. And he takes his turn without blinkin' an eye.
To which I say. Tis a devil's bargain we have sealed twix you and I Gunslinger.
Black Bird. I think it only fare to tell ya. I have a ace in the hole. I don't how I know. So at least lets just say a little bird told me so.
That may be son. And I truely hope so. But I feel it only fare to tell you this. So mark it well. When in hell. The Devil always deals from the bottom of a staked deck. And with a parting glance to the others. Still watchin' in apprehension. I take off to join my brethren up in the sky. Chopping at the bit to get on it.
As they and my Gunslinger turn to face our foe. All go wide eyed as their jaws drop open. As they see rising just a few number of paces behind their adversaries first three deadly ranks. Another three just as deadly if not more in reserve. And just behind them headed by King Vulture himself. A seventh perhaps half in number but of the most warlike, cruelest and depraved of all of them.
Tearing off his hat and throwin' it to the ground. All hear Wonderwall holler at the top of his voice up at the air.
"Damn You Black Bird"