Part 1
It was a peaceful early evening in the sleepy western town of Sanq. Shop keepers were just closing their doors just as other establishments were opening theirs. Sheriff Heero Yuy was escorting Miss Relena Peacecraft down the street to her residence as the sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. Miss Peacecraft was firmly attached to his arm and was chattering in his ear at great speed.
Sheriff Yuy nodded genially and occasionally made a comment. He noted that his deputy Trowa Barton was deep in conversation with the youngest and most handsome millionaire in Sanq, Quatre Raberba Winner. Young Winner- and here Heero had to laugh, they were the same age- was smiling and doing most of the talking while Deputy Barton was nodding.
It was reminiscent of the 'conversation' he himself was having with Miss Peacecraft.
Miss Peacecraft was the younger sister of Zechs Peacecraft, another young man of good standing. The sleepy town was actually fairly prosperous place, with several rich landowners, the Peacecrafts and, of course, the Winner family.
Heero let his eyes wander down the streets, taking in the cotton and buckskin figure of his partner, the simple but elegant white suit of the young blond boy, the ladies of the tavern opening up the windows, the shopkeepers bringing their produce inside, the sight of a richly decorated carriage, owned more than likely by one of the landowners.
Must be Dekim, thought Heero as he saw the old man arguing with one of his guards. His niece, Miss Hilde Schbeiker, was talking to a young man in black that Heero didn't recognise. He held up a hand to stall any further talk from Relena's mouth. Relena looked vaguely upset but did as she was told. Heero focused on the young man but couldn't get a good look at him.
The young man kissed Hilde's hand in a gentlemanly manner and then pulled himself onto the wagon. He grabbed a small chest and removed it from the top of the carriage.
"Hey! Hey! What are you doing?" demanded Dekim angrily. The young man pulled out a gun in the unlikely shade of green.
"Now back off and no one gets hurt," warned the young man. The size of Dekim's watery eyes doubled as he found himself staring down the double barrel. He backed up and held up his hands.
"Just d-don't hurt me," he said. The young man smiled ferally. He straightened and back flipped off the carriage and onto the black horse that had walked up, silent as a big shadow.
The horse took off as his owner landed smoothly. Two shots fired off, one from each law officer. The young man slid from the saddle and hung underneath the horse. Once they had both missed, he continued on more normally.
Heero stood there a moment, staring at the rapidly retreating back as he heard the indignant squawking of the robbery victim. Heero sighed and bid Miss Peacecraft goodbye and saw Trowa do the same to Young Winner.
"This is going to be a long evening," commented Heero. Trowa laughed shortly as they went before the firing squad, so to speak.
TBC...
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