Gunther McGraw
Den Fowler
"Den Fowler, I presume.
"Naw... I'm fulla beans. I ain't presuming since I already knew of you since the moment my little lady friend here started awaiting your rescue.
"And finally, here you are. Alone. Den Fowler. Standing just within the reach of a crossbow, which you may or may not know is something I happen to have on me.
"But you're not scared of that, are ya?
"Maybe your friend--who I was so certain would be at your side about now--well, maybe he told you about my speed with a blade. Unmatched, far as I know.
"Out west, they call me Quick-Draw McGraw. In the east, it's Mr. Lightning Claw, named from a guy who's seen me draw, cut, sheathe, and didn't even realize I had a sword. Saw my hand move, a head fly... gave me a name.
"That's why I prefer my friends call me something that don't rhyme with any of me nix-names. My friends call me Gunnie Mac."
Gunther McDraw runs his fingers through the Lady's hair.
"You know something, Fowler? You can call me, Gunnie Mac. Because you're my friend.
"We don't cry in each other's beers, but at the very least, we're friends to the extent that neither of us is about to do something stupid and get the Lady, or anyone else, killed."
Fowler hears the blade strike the post that Lady Dyet is bound to before he sees the strands of hair falling past her face.
By the time he gets a glimpse of McGraw's sword, it's already half sheathed.
"Sorry about that, sweetheart," Gunther McGraw says to the Lady. "Didn't want your hero to think I was a braggart." Turning to Fowler, he goes on, "After all, it's not bragging if you can do it, is it?
"And if you were to tell me that you don't have the money now, but you can get it, I wouldn't call you a braggart neither.
"I believe in you, Fowler.
"I believe that you can get my ten thousand and without further bloodshed."
His expression of feigned kindness fades.
"Or am I the only optimist here?"
(Sparkie, have DEN FOWLER reply to GUNTHER McGRAW.
Have HARLAN fight THE FIRST MAN. Write his first three moves.
A move = an attack, a defense, or a movement.)
Den Fowler
"Den Fowler, I presume.
"Naw... I'm fulla beans. I ain't presuming since I already knew of you since the moment my little lady friend here started awaiting your rescue.
"And finally, here you are. Alone. Den Fowler. Standing just within the reach of a crossbow, which you may or may not know is something I happen to have on me.
"But you're not scared of that, are ya?
"Maybe your friend--who I was so certain would be at your side about now--well, maybe he told you about my speed with a blade. Unmatched, far as I know.
"Out west, they call me Quick-Draw McGraw. In the east, it's Mr. Lightning Claw, named from a guy who's seen me draw, cut, sheathe, and didn't even realize I had a sword. Saw my hand move, a head fly... gave me a name.
"That's why I prefer my friends call me something that don't rhyme with any of me nix-names. My friends call me Gunnie Mac."
Gunther McDraw runs his fingers through the Lady's hair.
"You know something, Fowler? You can call me, Gunnie Mac. Because you're my friend.
"We don't cry in each other's beers, but at the very least, we're friends to the extent that neither of us is about to do something stupid and get the Lady, or anyone else, killed."
* * *
Fowler hears the blade strike the post that Lady Dyet is bound to before he sees the strands of hair falling past her face.
By the time he gets a glimpse of McGraw's sword, it's already half sheathed.
* * *
"Sorry about that, sweetheart," Gunther McGraw says to the Lady. "Didn't want your hero to think I was a braggart." Turning to Fowler, he goes on, "After all, it's not bragging if you can do it, is it?
"And if you were to tell me that you don't have the money now, but you can get it, I wouldn't call you a braggart neither.
"I believe in you, Fowler.
"I believe that you can get my ten thousand and without further bloodshed."
His expression of feigned kindness fades.
"Or am I the only optimist here?"
(Sparkie, have DEN FOWLER reply to GUNTHER McGRAW.
Have HARLAN fight THE FIRST MAN. Write his first three moves.
A move = an attack, a defense, or a movement.)
Dark Lord
Lore Master