The Outlaw Wild Charlie

There he sat, the wanted outlaw of dodge city. a tall muscular man with a handlebar mustache, and custom made pearl handle revolvers with a gold plated symbol of a wolf on each side of his hips. smoked filled the room as he was taking a drag of his slightly bent cigarette. Many who knew him called him Wild Charlie. But to the law of Kansas, he was outlaw Charlie Williams. wanted for killing 6 men in cold blood. On the run from the law for about 3 weeks now. wild charlie found him self sitting in this saloon. Charlie was not quite sure why he chose this quite little town, just outside of New Orleans. but what he did know. is he wasn't about to let the law catch up to him. "Can I get you something son" said the bartender. Charlie, taking another puff of his cigarette, just threw a nickel on the table and said. " whiskey". as he went back to staring off to the distance. the bartender shaking his head in acknowledgment. "whiskey it is" he said. as he poured the whiskey he new something wasn't quite right. "what you say yer name was feller" he asked. " I reckon I didnt" wild charlie said as he scuffed down the warm whiskey. he new there was about to be trouble and he was ready. the bartender continuously stared at wild Charlie for a good minute. "you look mighty familiar partner." the bartender said nervously. Charlie was now getting annoyed. "I think you might have me confused with someone else partner." he said. just as another cowboy realized who he was. "why yer Outlaw Wild Charlie Williams". the cowboy said. "your wanted for killing 6 men in dodge city". Charlie new now he would have to prepare for a fight. the cowboy spoke again. " There's a big price on yer head Wild Charlie." "200 dollars to anyone who brings you back to dodge city kansas, dead or alive." as he pulled out his pistol he said. "and I think I'm gonna be the one to deliver ya". before the cowboy could even think of pulling the trigger, Charlie had his colt drawn faster than the cowboy could talk, killing him instantly. charlie then quickly spun around to the bartender and before the bartender could even say a word charlie shot him dead. realizing he had only a matter of moments to escape, charlie ran out the saloon doors and jumped on his horse. pulling the reigns and kicking as fast as he could, charlie headed for the end of town out of new Orleans. Charlie new sure enough, that this was bound to lead the law straight to him. but he couldn't stop for rest, he couldn't stop for anything. until he new he was far out of town and far away from the law, he would have to keep riding. he would have to ride until he new he was SAFE.