Good Old-Fashioned Western Fun
It was a hot day. Theodore Johnson dabbed his sweating brow as he completed the fourteenth transaction that day for Mrs. Rogan. She had just deposited $100 into the bank. In the past fourteen transactions, a total of $7000 had been deposited. Johnson marveled at how trusting people were in this bank. Small wonder, though. In this town, no one worried about losing their money to robbers because in over thirty years of business, Love Bank had never been robbed. Johnson liked to believe he had something to do with it. He’d been working at the bank since it opened.
“Alright, everybody down. This is a robbery,” a smallish man walked in holding a gun in the air. The top half of his face was covered by his hat and the bottom half of his face was covered by a red bandana. The customers in the bank started getting down, slowly. “That’s right, nice and easy. No stupid moves, now. We don’t want anyone to get hurt.”
Johnson wasn’t about to let his bank get robbed. He had a reputation to maintain. Slowly, very slowly, he reached for the gun he kept under his desk. A gun cocked beside him. He stopped, looking to his right to come face to face with the barrel of a black gun. The man holding the gun was tall, his face hidden the same way the shorter man’s face was hidden; only he was wearing a blue bandana. “Now I think that would be a stupid move,” the man said. He flicked the gun upward twice, gesturing for Johnson to stand up. Johnson lifted his hands slowly and stood up, keeping his hands in the air next to his head.
The short man walked over to the front desk, keeping his guns on the customers. “Now you wanna open up the safe and hand over the money for me?” he said. Johnson hesitated, still holding some small hope that he could maintain the bank’s reputation.
“I’d oblige the man if I was you,” the man beside him said, tossing him a few white canvas bags. “He’s been itchin’ to use that gun of his all day.” Johnson gave up. He walked to the safe and put in the combination. He took out the money and put it into the canvas bags the tall man gave him. “Fifty thousand should do.” Johnson put the money in the bags and slowly handed them back. The tall man took the bags and lifted his gun to his hat.
“Much obliged,” he said sarcastically. Johnson could imagine a smug grin on the man’s face behind his bandana. “We got it,” the tall man said to his shorter companion. “Let’s go.”
The shorter man nodded and backed up. “Thank you, ladies and gentlemen, for your assistance. It’s been fun. Have a nice day.” Then the two figures turned and left the bank through the back door. Johnson saw two horses waiting outside. The shorter one jumped on a little brown and white paint, the tall one on a proud-looking grey stallion, and the two of them galloped off toward the plains.
There was a moment of silence as the customers tried to get their bearings. Johnson turned his head as Mrs. Rogan walked up to his counter. She looked at the young man who was still in disbelief and quietly said, “I’d like to withdraw my account.”
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A/N: These characters (the bank robbers) were the first characters I created. They're also not men, they're women. They just make themselves sound like men when robbing banks, because everyone expects men to rob banks, not women. The short one is Fox Shard, she's a quirky little redhead who loves to be obnoxious. The tall one is Yselia GreyWolfe, but her friends just call her "Grey" because of her gray hair; she's also an elf(in this little world, elves play the parts of Native Americans). She's the straight man...or woman...whatever. There's also a third party not described in this little scene: Heather Kotilian, but Fox just calls her "Kitten" or "Kit." Maybe you'll meet her later.
Anyway, they rob banks (obviously)...and trains...and ranches...and, well, just about anything you want. Actually, it is what you want. They rob banks for hire. Fun right? Fox thinks so...