I do not own GTA: San Andreas or Gun characters. (Nor do I technically own the games, they are my neighbor’s) Anyway, this idea came from the fact when were playing Gun; someone said it was like GTA: Old West. Thus San Andreas meets 1880. Okay enough with the disclaimers, on with the first chapter of GTA: 1880. Warning: there is some foul language here so if you don’t like cussing, why are you playing GTA or Gun so much to read fanfics of them in the first place?

“This is aerial support! Suspect is about to be apprehended with extreme force!” The SAPD chopper pilot said.

“No fucking cop is going to catch me!” C.J. said running from the cops. He was headed towards the Restricted Area in a modified Buffalo car hoping to find some weapons and cars he can outrun the cops with and try and get them off his trail. He drove around trying to find the legendary hole in the fence that was big enough for him to drive right through and steal the Hunter helicopter to fight the cops and bring them down. He knew that they had some weapons powerful enough to stop them and prevent the cops from arresting him from trying to complete his mission and get the money.

“Stop or we will kill you!” The cops yelled as C.J. drove through the Restricted Area. He looked around and saw the thing he needed the most to fight those cops. In the far right was a Hunter Helicopter. He got in and started up the helicopter.

(Old West 1880)

Colton White lay asleep on the Prairie ground dreaming. It was the wee hours of the morning where the sun had barely come up along the Missouri River. He worked with his father Ned hunting game for the local steamships that came. They often shot elk and quail but if the situation allowed it, sometimes they would be able to give the chefs of the steamships bear. It paid well; the only thing one could complain about it is the fact one had to get up at the crack of dawn to get the best kills. Colton didn’t mind that. Ned made him what he was, a skilled shooter and one of the best quick draws in Montana. Many people out west also worried about the Apache and Blackfoot and other Native tribes but Ned made good among the Natives so they didn’t have much to worry about.

“Hey Colton, get your ass up.” Ned said as he kicked Colton awake. “We got to go make our pay.”

“Hey Dad, you ever have one of those weird dreams?” Colton asked as he loaded his gun.

“What do you mean?” Ned asked.

“I had this strange dream. In it there was this dark skinned man who fell through the air and landed by the river over there. He said he was from this place out in California called San Andreas.” Colton said.

“San Andreas? I know of San Francisco but not San Andreas.” Ned said.

“Well yeah, anyway he said he was from the year 2004 and he was trying to outrun some cops.” Colton said.

“Cops? What are those?” Ned asked.

“I think he said they were lawmen there. Anyway he needed to find some way back to his own time.” Colton said. “Anyway, what do you make of this dream?”

Ned sighed and looked around. Some of the freed slaves from the Civil War had been known to turn to drinking or it could have been a former Yankee solider from the war. Things like that are all too often on this lone Prairie. “Son, do you want the truth on what I think of that dream of yours?”

“What pops?” Colton asked.

“I think you may have had one too many drinks of your flask and had too much sun before you went to sleep last night. It was a weird dream nothing more and nothing less.” Ned said. “Now come on. We’re burning daylight and we need to go get our pay. I am going to need you to shoot some quail after I flush them out.”

“Fine.” Colton said as he pulled out his revolver and Ned went to flush out the quail.

(San Andreas Present Day)

C.J had stolen the Hunter helicopter just in time for the cops to come after him. “Is this what the taxes go to?” He said to himself as he flew firing some of the missiles the Hunter had. One of the missiles happened to hit one of the cop choppers and saw it crash to the ground. Excellent. I hit that scum cop and brought them down. C.J. was fairly confident in his flying the chopper thinking he would be able to get away from them after all.

“Hey if I kill this guy do I get a medal?” One cop was heard of saying as he took aim on the chopper with C.J. in it.

“You get two!” his partner said eagerly. He wanted to bring C.J. down and be rewarded like no cop before. He visualized the decent of C.J. and his Chopper of Stolen Terror, as it became to be known, and the two medals his partner asked about. He aimed and fired the guns on the chopper. A loud BOOM was heard and an explosion was seen.

“No way could he have survived that!” The other cop said to the gunner. He smiled and patted himself on the back. San Andreas will not give me one medal. Nor will they give me two medals. They will give me THREE for this. I am going to make Chief for this.

“Officer Jones, for your gallivant work bringing down that criminal and his Chopper of Stolen Terror I award you these 3 medals.” A man with a bushy white mustache and a sash saying ‘Mayor of San Andreas’ said.

“Thank you.” The officer said.

“Make him chief!” A random voice in the imaginary crowd said.

“Well at that advice, I think I will.” The imaginary mayor said.

Officer Jones was smiling at his pride and visualizing the medals on his chest and stroked it. He was lucky he didn’t fly the helicopter or else he would be burning in a blaze along C.J.’s chopper. His partner looked at him and sighed.

So this is what being a pacifist gets me, flying the chopper with one of the most egotistical and daydreaming cops San Andreas has ever seen. “No wait! Look!” His partner said stirring the Officer Jones from his daydream.

“What is it Lennon?” Officer Jones asked. “Smoking too much of the evidence are we again? I swear I am not going to keep covering for you saying it was thieves again. “

“I saw the perpetrator jump out before the helicopter exploded! And no I have not been sneaking from the evidence locker again. I unlike some people do not need to sell evidence to get money. I support local growers.” Officer Lennon said. “And I have been clean for a few weeks now so I know what I am saying and seeing.”

“Men, I need you to shoot that bright red or orangeish or pinkish parachute! The suspect is escaping! I repeat escaping!” The police sergeant said over the radio.

Damn you! You cost me my medals! Officer Jones said. He took aim at the straps of the parachute and fired. “DIE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!” Officer Jones said as he fired.

“Oh fuck no!” C.J. yelled as he heard the bullets coming from the police choppers. One of the bullets went and pierced the straps of the parachute. Soon another one did and more still. C.J. looked up in horror at the sight before him. The parachute was starting to cut itself due to the bullets. Please…for the love of god...please hold until I hit the ground. I will never commit grand theft again! I will never and I hope to God I survive this! Please somebody! I don’t want to be wasted now!

His prayers were to of little avail. The parachute got cut and gravity took over. “Oh shit!” C.J. yelled his weight falling like a speeding bullet. He saw himself a pile of skin and pulverized blood in the sidewalk below.

Somehow somewhere, someone heard his prayer. The air before the ground started to get wavy like a portal opening up. What the hell is that? C.J. thought as he fell not to the hot desert ground near Fort Carlson, he found himself on the ground of Montana in 1880.

(Montana of 1880)

Ned and Colton were hunting an elk when they heard a strange noise. Ned was getting ready to pull the trigger of his rifle when the noise spooked the elk

“Damnit Colton! Whatever that noise was, it spooked the herd!” Ned said. “Go see what it is. If it is something dangerous, your quick draw is better than mine.”

“Fine pops.” Colton said as he walked to where the noise came from. If I see a dark skinned man, I know I am in for some serious dream déjà-vu.

C.J. woke up rubbing his head. “Ooooooooooooohhhh.” He moaned. “Where am I?”

“Pops! You better come see this!” Colton said looking over C.J’s body. He looks just like the man in my dream last night. This is too weird. He isn’t from here that is for sure. Is he a California Forty-niner? Did he go for the gold rush? Was he on his way to the Yukon? Couldn’t be. The clothes are too cool for that. Colton looked down and shook C.J. awake.

“Who the hell are you?” C.J said. “Why are you dressed like that? Are you playing Davy Crockett or something for Halloween? Is it Halloween?”

“Here,” Colton said pulling out his flask. “Drink some of this whiskey. It will make you feel better.”

“What in tarnation is there?” Ned asked. “That is what spooked the herd?”

“This is the man from my dream. Pops, I think we have a lost soul here.” Colton said.

“Can he shoot?” Ned asked not believing it was a spirit. He doubted if C.J was a spirit from a dream or not. If Colton was going to help him, he better be able to help them out.

“Watch me.” C.J said as he pulled out a sawed off shotgun and aimed at a deer. He aimed at one of the deer and pulled the trigger. Within a few seconds the deer fell to the ground dead.

“He may prove to be useful after all. Son, follow me.” Ned said.

C.J. walked along after Ned with Colton right behind him.

“What is your name?” Colton asked.

“C.J. It stands for Carl Johnson.” C.J replied. “What’s yours?”

“Colton White and that is my father Ned. You’re now part of our hunting group. Where are you from?”

“San Andreas.” C.J. said. “What is today’s date?”

“Why it’s September 4th, 1880.” Colton said.

“Oh shit! I went back in time!” C.J said.

Okay I know I should have updated my other stories first but this struck me and is dedicated to my fiancee for giving me the idea. I love you honey. Anyway, remember to read, (well you just did) and review and let me know what you think. I will be updating Tak's Deadly Return next if all goes well. So long for now,

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