Story 9- metafictional story

Straight From The Horses Mouth

The menacing people of Marshall Town were quite menacing, if I do say so myself. Marshall, he was the man that founded the little dust bowl about four years back, and if you ask me, which I know you didn’t, he didn’t have a great grip on the town. He was run out of it when a little scam went down. Now, I’ve never told anyone this, and when I say anyone, I truly mean anyone. I think the only things that know about this scam are probably the neighboring swine and horses in my barn. My name is Nelly, I’m six years old, and I have white hair, and am very well groomed. My owner, Cade, takes care of me quite well and I’m very fond of him. But enough about me, you’re all here to hear the story. I’m not exactly sure how you all are listening to this story, but that’s beside the point. I will tell you about the scam to the best of my ability, which I’m warning you isn’t much. Let’s see, it all started back about two years ago…

The screen ripples and blurs back to Marshall Town, two years earlier.

It was a normal day, just like any other, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, and I was attached to the wood pole outside the bar. While watching my usual entertainment, men hitting each other over the head with bottles, I overheard two women chatting.
“Did you hear about the bandit on the loose? I hear he has a scar the size of Texas across his neck.”
“Oh, I heard he’s related to the mayor, good golly gosh, the mayor!”
What simpletons, I thought to myself. They know nothin’ about the great Cade Sutton! I was looking though the double swinging doors, and I could just make out Cade. He had a black bandana wrapped around his neck, concealing the scar, and a woman sitting on his lap. That’s old news, he always tended to find the town whore first, and this one happened to be named Miss Jessica Leigh. She was the average girl, blond hair, dress way too tight, breasts falling out the top, showing garter belt, and way too much makeup. He was kissing her neck and feeling up her leg when a tall, scruffy man walked in the door. “Stop that fellow, he’s a fake!” And he pointed one boney finger at Cade. I just sat outside and rolled my eyes, I knew what was coming. Cade stood up, ripping the bandana from his neck, “Ha ha, you’ll never catch me!” And with that he grabbed hold of the rope that magically appeared from the ceiling and flew out the side window.
I knew that was my cue; I had to ride around the corner to the haystacks where I knew he had landed safely. It actually was getting kind of redundant, always the same stunt in every town with the same two people.
Now, I know you guys are probably really confused right now. Yes, Cade and Jim were actually on the same side, shocking, I know! That was what I knew and nobody else, the reason ya’ll are here. But please, don’t leave, the story has just begun.
So, after the whole little bar incident, Cade and I rode off into the distance. We met Jim behind the old sawmill to discuss our plans.
“So it’s set, Sarah Lue’s gonna’ ride on into town where you’re gonna’ meet us. Then, your gonna’ sneak off and “kidnap” Sarah. Take her to the sawmill, keep her there until we get the ransom. And trust me, we will get the ransom; I mean she is the mayor’s daughter for Pete’s sake! So don’t mess this up!”
“Alright Jim, I’ll try. Talk to ya later.”
Cade mounted me again, and we rode off. Now, I won’t bore you with all the nitty little details. Basically, what Jim had said came true. Miss Sarah Lue did indeed come into town. Her dark hair accented her ivy green eyes, and her pale skin glistened in the sun. It was hard to believe she was related to our mayor! His round belly overflowed over his small, brown pants. He had a darker brown jacket with a not-so-shiny badge attached, graying hair coming from every-which-way, and a dirty handkerchief hanging from his back pocket that he used about every three minutes to wipe the sweat off his sun-beaten brow.
Now, these plans was pretty elaborate, so I’ll just skim the surface for all of you that want to hear the end, but are short on time. Cade and I rode into town, made a huge scene at the bar, crashed bottles beyond bottles on people’s heads, and then finally stole Miss Sarah Lue right in front of the mayor. We took her to the sawmill, just like Jim had said, and waited. Now, considering I wasn’t with Jim when he did this, I don’t know all the details. But what he did say is that he put of a ransom of five thousand dollars for the return of the mayor’s daughter. Apparently the mayor paid it almost immediately, and I had to bring Miss Sarah Lue back.
To make a long story short, we dropped her off, rode away with the money, and then came back to get her. She rode off into the sunset with us as music played softly in the background. They had stolen the money, and got away with it. They decided they would each get roughly $1,666.66.

The screen comes back into focus where Nelly is still telling his story.

Now, I know this was no Tom Sawyer adventure, or an Indian Jones story, but you gotta’ admit, the plan was pretty genius. If you ask me, I kept that secret a pretty damn long time, but you didn’t ask me now did you?