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The Last Gunslinger:The Legend
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It was a quiet day, around one o' clock. As you came into town people were tending to business.
A jack-rabbit sweeping the front porch of the general store, various noises came from inside the jail house almost full with one cell still empty waiting for it's prisoner. Gun fire came from inside the bank.
A badger in a teller suit ran out yelling. "He's here, he's robbing the bank!"
Almost immediately the door of the jail was kicked open, a fox with a rifle in hand, ready to cuff his robber.
The bank door splintered when a large bull punched it open, carrying big bags of money on his shoulder, a small weasel with a burlap sack of tools came running in a panic. Then slowly and casually a tall, thin raccoon with a derby hat and a scruffy moustache stepped out of the bank carrying a bag of money and a pistol with a cane shaped handle.
"Guys hurry, to the horses before Marshal Fox gets here!" the weasel said.
The outlaws started running down the catwalk, bullets began to fly and whiz by their heads. Marshal fox in hot pursuit unloading his rifle still chasing the outlaws. They reached the horses the bull and the weasel jumped on and waited for their leader.
"Freeze, hands in the air!" the marshal yelled
The raccoon dropped bag he was holding, turned around, put up his hands, and grinned something the marshal had seen many times before. A wind stretched across the plain shaking the overhanging sign.
Before the marshal could blink, the raccoon had shot the chain of the sign which fell hitting the marshals gun knocking it out of his hand when the gun hit the ground it fired near a tie post, the marshals horse and others ran away. The raccoon just stood there laughing then took a puff of his cigar and rode off with the money in hand. As he passed the sign of the town a wanted poster with his face on it. It said.
"WANTED Tennessee Kid Cooper."
A jack-rabbit sweeping the front porch of the general store, various noises came from inside the jail house almost full with one cell still empty waiting for it's prisoner. Gun fire came from inside the bank.
A badger in a teller suit ran out yelling. "He's here, he's robbing the bank!"
Almost immediately the door of the jail was kicked open, a fox with a rifle in hand, ready to cuff his robber.
The bank door splintered when a large bull punched it open, carrying big bags of money on his shoulder, a small weasel with a burlap sack of tools came running in a panic. Then slowly and casually a tall, thin raccoon with a derby hat and a scruffy moustache stepped out of the bank carrying a bag of money and a pistol with a cane shaped handle.
"Guys hurry, to the horses before Marshal Fox gets here!" the weasel said.
The outlaws started running down the catwalk, bullets began to fly and whiz by their heads. Marshal fox in hot pursuit unloading his rifle still chasing the outlaws. They reached the horses the bull and the weasel jumped on and waited for their leader.
"Freeze, hands in the air!" the marshal yelled
The raccoon dropped bag he was holding, turned around, put up his hands, and grinned something the marshal had seen many times before. A wind stretched across the plain shaking the overhanging sign.
Before the marshal could blink, the raccoon had shot the chain of the sign which fell hitting the marshals gun knocking it out of his hand when the gun hit the ground it fired near a tie post, the marshals horse and others ran away. The raccoon just stood there laughing then took a puff of his cigar and rode off with the money in hand. As he passed the sign of the town a wanted poster with his face on it. It said.
"WANTED Tennessee Kid Cooper."
Sly Cooper and his gang recieve a box with the last will and testamont of Tennessee Kid Cooper. Bullets fly and when the dust settles will Sly leave with his ancestors priceless treasure?
Chapter 1
Chapter 1
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