Chapter 11: Crazy Train
Chapter 11: Crazy Train.
Red sat on the floor of the carriage, watching the prairie slip away. He wished he'd had a chance to better examine this train, but he and Gar had been loaded on with worrying speed. It seemed that this 'Blood' didn't like being kept waiting. He had been separated from Gar, and thrown into here. It looked like a store room. Foodstuffs, tins, dried things; well, he wouldn't starve, at least. The mutter of voices outside drew his attention, and he pressed his ear to the door. It wasn't like he had anything else to do.
"I'm telling you, this gringo knows something."
"Yeah, and? That's why he's going to the fort."
"So, why don't we save them the trouble? We could 'ask' him now."
"And you know what it is they want, you being so smart?"
"No, but he probably will."
"The gringo, idiota."
This sounded bad.
A sigh. "You do what you want. Just remember what Sangre will do if he's not in one piece."
"Why? He only needs a mouth to talk."
Scratch that. This was very bad. Red backed away from the door, as a burly Mexican opened it, and pointed a revolver at Red.
"Alright. You got three seconds to-"
Red didn't waste time finding out what he had three seconds to do, and kicked the man's weapon out of his hand. As the figure tried to recover, Red drove his knee into the man's crotch, doubling him over. As he toppled to the ground, Red didn't waste the opportunity to kick him as he went down. He probably would have continued, if a clicking sound from the door hadn't distracted him.
"Pedro, Pedro, you idiota. Alright, gringo, step away from him, and let him get up." Another man, presumably the second guard, pointed a shotgun at Red, who wisely stepped back.
The man seemed unperturbed by the state of his companion; indeed, he appeared to derive great amusement from it. "I told you…" Any further communication was muffled by the close of the door, and the ratchet of the key in the lock. Red slumped down, leaning against a sack of meal, and awaited whatever lay in wait for him at Blood's fort.
Victor sat on his steed, a huge creature, akin to a warhorse. He grasped his beloved shotgun, looking around nervously. He hated the forest at night. The fact that it was crawling with murderous Indians didn't help.
"How long you reckon she's gonna be?" Dick sounded edgy, and Victor couldn't blame him.
Rachel gave an uninterested grunt, and Victor was about to agree, slightly more politely, when their guide returned.
"They are gone. They must have been taken to the fort."
Victor nodded. "Then that's where we're going."
"We must hurry. We have much ground to cover, and every second they are held by this nefarious man is another second that they are in danger."
Rachel scowled with the effort of deciphering what exactly the strange woman meant. "English wasn't your first language, was it?"
Star Fire shook her head meekly.
Red sat on the wooden floor, dying for a smoke. He was concentrating on this, as it was the least gloomy thing he had to think about. His depressing thoughts were interrupted by the slam of a door, and the sight of the two guards from earlier grabbing him by the forearms and knocking him out with a blow from a rile butt.
He awoke just in time to find himself tossed into a cell with Gar, and left.
"Gar, you up?"
"Hmmm…five minutes." Gar rolled over and curled up.
"Gar, you ass, wake up."
Red kicked Gar in the ribs.
"Alright, alright, I'm up."
Red glanced around, to make sure they weren't overheard. "Okay. The others are probably on their way. Do we wait it out, or try to break out on our own, and hope we meet them?"
Gar thought about it for a moment. "Well, I'm not a big fan of being tortured, which will almost certainly happen if we stick around, so I say we make a break for it."
Red nodded, and Gar got to work. Creeping up to the bars of the cell, he watched as the lone guard walked up and down, ending just opposite their cell. He turned, and exposed his back to their cell bars.
Gar glanced at Red in momentary confusion, who merely shrugged. Rolling his eyes at the guard's bucolic stupidity, he reached down, and, slipping his hand through the bars of the cell, he purloined the man's dagger. Before the man could react, Gar stabbed him in the kidneys, and grabbed him by the back of his shirt, to prevent him from falling. While Gar held the cadaver there, Red rifled through the guard's pockets. Finding the bunch of keys, he also relieved the man of his six shooter, and Gar let the corpse drop. After a complicated moment, Red managed to get the right key in the lock, and turned it. The door creaked open, and the pair wasted no time in recovering their weaponry fro the guard's room.
The escape was on.