A Slurpee Send-off

Just when it looked like Buffalo Brandon and his posse had a firm grip on the situation, the notorious Gang Bang Gang sprang from wreckage of the stage coach. Wielding pistols the gang surveyed BB and his posse, they could clearly see they were outnumbered, but the gang cared not, for they were a fearless group of hardened outlaws. "Looksth like the oddsth justh eventh outh a bit ey' Buthalo, he he he he he", chuckles Ropesmoker in his painfully high pitched, crazy miner, lisp filled voice. BB was a man of few words and his response was swift and painful to Ropesmoker. Removing one of his Ivory handled Colts with lightning fast precision BB twists it in his hand grabbing the barrel and clubs Ropesmoker in his unusually large forehead with the butt of the gun. Ropesmoker buckles to the ground unconscious and twitching with blood running from his ears. "Noooooo", yells Mudslide as he falls to his knees and starts stroking the forehead of Ropesmokers lifeless body. "Let that be a lesson to the rest of you shitbags, this is what happens when you park in a senior citizen only zone at Wal-Mart". "Now get on your way, and don't let me see you kids loitering around the front of the 7-eleven later either", BB says.
BB remained on guard with both pistols drawn while the tension cleared. Mudslide had a good cry while two of the gang bang gang carefully laid Ropesmokers body over one of the coaches team of nags as the others unhitched the rest. Mudslide gathered himself, and rose to his feet looking into BB's eyes and in his stone cold raspy voice says, "You won't get away with this, this won't be the last you see of me and my boys, you can believe that. We'll be coming for you as soon as we give Steven a proper burial and root beer flavored slurpee send off". He yells Back at BB as they mount up, "And don't you think for a minute We'll ever forget you used to ride with us." Then turns and rides at a full gallop into the distance.

Johnny had watched intently as all of this unfolded in the distance as he was safely perched in the tree top eating popcorn, smoking cigs and drinking Schlitz. Thinking it would be neighborly to introduce himself to the man, the myth, the legend Buffalo Brandon, he snuffs out his smoke, shotguns his last beer, shimmies down the tree and makes his way towards the group. Johnny cautiously made his way from the stand of trees towards where he had last seen the group, as he came upon the clearing he noticed they were no longer there. Johnny could sense something wasn't right, the wind had shifted slightly to the west and he caught a the faint odor of barbasol shaving cream, cocoa butter, fish and chips and oatmeal. His earlier aerial survey, had shown him that the only place the ganja could surface was on the west side of the island. Realizing Buffalo Brandon and his posse must certainly be on the move to meet the Ganja crew Johnny tightens the laces on his roos and strikes out at a full sprint for the other side of the island. EP

THE GANG BANG GANG