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Chapter 8 - Roguish Wrangler

The sun hung high in the sky, casting long shadows on the dusty streets of Paradise City. In the Tailor's shop, where the smell of leather, fresh cloth, and pipe tobacco permeated the air, Dr. Drake Voss, William "Bull" Blackwood and the town's Tailor all stared out the windows of the shop as a thunderous roar echoed through the town. The ground trembled, rattling the glass display cases and sending a jolt of alarm through the tailor's shop.

"Aw Hell naw…" Bull growled, pushing off from the counter and stepping outside.

Drake followed, squinting against the sunlight. The sight before him was surreal— Ani-matons, or automatons shaped like wild animals, barreling through the main street. Mechanical horses, bulls, and even a few lions, their brass and steel bodies glinting in the sun, surged forward in a chaotic stampede.

"Stay back!" Bull shouted, drawing his omni-gun from the holster on his back. The weapon was a marvel of the era, capable of transforming into multiple configurations. With a quick flick, it shifted into a long-range rifle.

The townsfolk scattered, seeking shelter from the metallic beasts. Drake felt a rush of panic as one of the mechanical bulls charged straight towards the tailor shop. Bull acted with lightning speed, taking aim and firing a precise shot that struck the automaton's control panel, causing it to veer off course and crash into a water trough.

"Get inside!" Bull yelled at Drake. "And stay down!"

But Drake, driven by a mix of fear and curiosity, hesitated, he flicked his hands out and silently spoke, "Mentos' ', but nothing happened. There were not enough ether particles in the air to call on his Tegnyks, so he retreated to safety and watched as Bull moved with practiced ease, his shots precise and calculated. The omni-gun transformed again, this time into a net launcher, ensnaring a pair of mechanical lions before they could cause more damage.

One of the automatons, a fierce-looking brass wolf, broke free from the herd and lunged at Drake. Time seemed to slow as Drake's instincts kicked in, but his reflexes were no match for the machine. Just as the wolf's jaws snapped shut, Bull threw himself between Drake and the beast, using the butt of his omni-gun to fend it off.

"Move, Boy!" Bull grunted, shoving Drake aside and taking a stance between him and the automaton. With a swift motion, he transformed the omni-gun into a shotgun and fired point-blank at the wolf, dismantling it in a shower of sparks and gears.

Drake scrambled to his feet, his heart pounding in his chest. He watched in awe as Bull continued to wrangle the stampeding automatons, using a combination of brute strength, quick thinking, and the versatile omni-gun. With each mechanical beast subdued, Bull's legend grew in Drake's eyes.

Finally, the last of the ani-matons was corralled and deactivated. The street, once a scene of chaos, now lay strewn with the lifeless forms of brass and steel animals. The townsfolk began to emerge from their hiding places, their expressions a mix of gratitude and amazement.

Bull, panting and dust-covered, turned to Drake. "You ok Boy?"

Drake nodded, still catching his breath. "Thanks to you. I owe you my life."

Bull shrugged, hoisting his omni-gun to his shoulders, a modest gesture that seemed out of place on such a larger-than-life figure. "All in a day's work. But you should learn to duck faster."

The tailor, trembling but unharmed, stepped forward. "Mr. Blackwood, that was incredible. You saved us all."

Bull holstered his omni-gun, giving the tailor a nod. "Just doing what I can. But let's get back to business. Let's settle the good doctor's bill shall we?"

Bull reached into his pocket, producing the necessary funds to pay the tailor. As he did, Drake couldn't shake the feeling of indebtedness to Bull. This man, so different from himself in every way, had risked his life, took him in to his home, and was now paying for his necessities, all without a second thought, 

As they stepped out of the shop and into the now quiet street, Drake looked up at Bull. "I don't just owe you for saving my life. I think I owe you a lot more than that."

Bull chuckled, a deep, resonant sound. "Ah don't fret about it. For now, let's just make sure you don't get yourself killed, I'm starvin, let's go to the Saloon and get something to eat."

Drake smiled, the tension of the past few moments slowly ebbing away. Despite the danger, despite the chaos, there was a strange sense of camaraderie forming between them. In this wild, unpredictable world, they would have to rely on each other more than ever. And unbeknownst to him, perhaps, in time, that reliance would turn into something more.