Thread:Rocketlauncher22/@comment-29711200-20160922031821/@comment-30105631-20161129062020

On the first day, the Investigator rode out towards the Vigilante's house. The Stallion he rode was chestnut brown and sturdy as anything, much bigger than the ponies he was raising at his house with his wife and daughter. He spurred the horse on, and it rode.

On the second day, he arrived. The Vigilante stood out the front, watching him as he rode in. He was carrying a dead man over his shoulder, and as the Investigator reached the house he watched the Vigilante dump the man in his well.

"Vagrant." He explained. "Tried to steal my food. Shot him right dead. No one takes anything from me."

The Investigator nodded. "Listen," he said. "I've found out about a possible mafia meeting spot. It's three days ride from here, and I wanted to bring you so that if it turns out there are mafia meeting there, you can start shooting."

The Vigilante considered for a second, then nodded. "Sure." He said. "But let me send a letter to my daughter first, to make sure she knows what happened in case I die."

The Investigator shrugged and set off to his horse. "Send it, and then ride with me."

The Vigilante wrote his letter, delivered it to the post office, and then the two of them rode.

On the third day, the clouds broke and rain and fog covered the area they were riding through. The Vigilante nearly lost the Investigator, but luckily the latter made sure to keep the Vigilante in sight at all times.

On the fourth day, the land they rode through was desert. It seemed this would be the land the camp was in.

On the fifth day, they arrived. The camp was there - tents, a campfire, and a voting booth labelled "Who to kill", but it was empty. Whoever had been there had cleared out long ago.

The Investigator and the Vigilante watched as a single man rode on a horse towards them from the desert, moving in the direction they had been riding, coming from behind them. The Investigator wondered if he'd been tailing them this whole time, but dismissed the thought.

And then the man on the horse aimed a gun and fired a single shot. It hit the Investigator in the stomach and he gasped. Blood trickled through his fingers even as he clutched his stomach, and he screamed in pain. The Vigilante made no move to help him as the man with the gun fired a second shot and killed the Investigator with a bullet to the head.

The Mafioso rode up and gave the Vigilante an appraising look. "Your tip was appreciated." He said, and the Vigilante nodded.

"Did you have to make it painful?" He asked, lightly kicking the Investigator's body. "I was warming on him."

"The first shot was aiming for the head."

"You don't miss."

The Mafioso gave the Vigilante a wry smile, and bent over to examine the dead man's body as he spoke. "C'mon. Let's make you an Investigator."

End of Disguiser Story.