The Lone Ranger 1 Chapter 2

2.

The town streets were deserted by dusk then and all the windows were shuttered with the doors latched. The so-named six-person committee had housed themselves inside the Sheriff Office with their rifles kept close to their hands. The other shops including the hotel had closed their main doors but the owner of the hotel had left a side door for the late guests. He did not wait on the guests but he left praying paraphilia alongside a rifle. For whatever good it was to do the hotel owner was not keen to find out for he was barricaded inside his own room with the rifle by his bedside.

The native stood blended into the shadow of the alley by the grocery store. He was still in his earlier clothing but he held a tomahawk in his right hand and on his waist belt was the bone dagger given to him by his father and the father before then. It was a family heirloom for over generations. He also had a slung bag across his chest. He reached for his loose long hair that reached his hips, and with his left hand to sweep it back from the forehead. He shuffled his legs from the cold that was creeping up his legs. He may have gotten used to the change in the weather but the tickling was too high on his thighs.

“Tonto, I can feel it too.” The native looked across the other side. “It’s nothing to do with the demons. It’s your unwashed pants.”

“Kemo-Sabe, if one is on the hunt they must remain silent.” Tonto reprimanded the other. “And for one named as the Lone Ranger, you are supposed to be a mystery man for the lonely part.”

The one named Kemo-Sabe smiled behind his white Stetson. He has his respect for the other; they have known each other in the most suppressed manner. Frankly, they started off with a heated engagement which was a topic for another night. He flexed the white shirt that he had donned earlier while his hands rested on the twin guns on his gun belt. His thumbs were tensed on the cock pull of the guns. He glanced down his frame to his dark pants tucked into the high cowboy boots. He did not feel a lack of protection for his body was etched with a series of magical incantations. It was also another topic for another night. The hour then was late and the weather was not conducive too. The wait was soon over then when the dark shadows moved. It arrived on the rooftop and it was moving fast. Kemo-Sabe felt his tattoo inkling moved on the chest. The incantations reacted to the demon there and it was striking out on his chest.

Kemo-Sabe stepped out of the shadow and then proceeded to the designated spot at the edge of the town. It was agreed that the place to fight was among the dead and buried. Tonto had then tucked the tomahawk and proceeded to climb the side of the shop. He emerged on the roof and then scanned it for the demon. There it was on the rooftop of the bank then. It had moved across the length of five shops in seconds.

There was no voice needed to communicate with the demon.

“Stop, demon!” Tonto reached out with the mental thoughts at the crouching demon. It looked up and showed its whitewashed facial expression with the fangs protruding from the lips. That was not any demons that he had served notice on but that one was known to be one of the deadly species. The demon was dressed in cowboy dressing with ‘chaps’ that protect the legs from the riding chaffing on the saddle. The demon that was slung over the neck to the back and it was a Stetson. The demon leaped forward at Tonto but the later was ready. He jumped off the roof and then ran to the rear of the shop. He turned to look for the demon and he wanted it to follow. It did and soon we were on the ground towards the cemetery. It was a short running tangent to the shops. After it was open shrubs land before they reached the cemetery.

“Hi Demon!” Kemo-Sabe who called out from the edge of the cemetery where he had waited for the demon. Tonto reached the other and stood next to the associate of his. The demon stopped there before it pulled up to its full height above the heights of the two. Besides its demonic figure and its stove hat and dark suit, the demon had on a gun belt with a gun in the holster. It also held what may appear to be a walking stick with the heavy leaded knob.

“Or is it Mr. Hotelier. I never got introduced to your name.” Kemo-Sabe smiled at the figure he had met earlier. “Are you doing a late deposit at the Bank?”

“I believed that will be something he need not reply to. You will be the Lone Ranger I presume.” A voice came from the other side of the roof. “Your face mask is well known.”

Kemo-Sabe smiled behind his half-face mask that covered the upper side of his face. It was shaded dark and there were the slots for the eyes. The mask had incantations inked on it which allowed the wearer to see the unseen by the normal eyes. Kemo-Sabe looked over and what will appear to be six figures with their rifles cocked there but he saw the additional aura of the floating demonic waves above their heads.

“I am James Stoner, ex-Mason and then founder of Stonecast.” The figure stepped forward. He was a huge man with a heavy paunch at the belly from his relaxing years as the rich founder of the town and later when becoming a demon and fed on the victims.

“These are my friends.” The other five were all exemplary inhabitants of the town from the grocer to the banker. Well, they did not look like any exemplary figurehead then. Maybe it was the dark shadows for they all have whitewashed expression and fangs out of their mouths with the red-blooded eyes.

“Skinwalkers.” Tonto had to define their preference in a premature acknowledgment.

“A a badly placed name for us. We preferred to be named as Vampires. We held more respect from among the people on the main continent.” Mr. Stoner leveled his rifle at the native. It was then the ring was seen on the index finger of the man. It showed a design of the inverted cross. “Even the gypsy held us with more respect.”

“This is the New Frontier. We don’t welcome Vampires. You have a bad appetite and we don’t relish the recipe of blood and more blood.” Kemo-Sabe snapped back but it was Tonto who initiated the end of the conversation. The native rushed forth before he tossed his tomahawk.

It started off the fight.

The weapon did not move in a straight line but was in an arc. It was aimed at the group of six but it swung in a tangent move towards the hotelier instead. The later shrieked out when the tomahawk snapped the head off the neck. It surprised the group of six which were later more surprised when they were attacked by the one named Kemo-Sabe. The later had called on the allies of the magical properties.

“Come forth the traps of Ysir.” From the extended arms of Kemo-Sabe, a dark streak of shadow pulled out from the inkling on both wrists toward the group of six. The streak of Ysir changed its shade to red when it hit the group of six. The single streak split up into a series of streaks of multi shades with each streak that took hold on each of the six. The shades entwined like weeds over the six locking their limbs. The streaks then burned into the demons until they screamed in pain and fell to their knees. With the six subdued, Kemo-Sabe approached them.

“You can struggle but with each exertion, the trap will burn in deeper,” Kemo-Sabe told the six. “It’s not something which you may have sampled in the main continent. We got it the demon fire.”

“What do you want?” Mr. Stoner flashed out with his fangs displayed. “We were only keen on your money. And some blood. It was for the Foundation….”

“Of which I am not contributing.” Kemo-Sabe refused the offer. “I liked to my own bank. And the town. But do tell me more of the Foundation.”

“The Foundation is not yours to know.” With that, Mr. Stoner reached for the rifle at his feet but Kemo-Sabe had moved onto his weapon.

“Bring forth the blade of Lion of Richard.” The request was made and the new streak of shades that snaked out like the scimitar from the inklings on Lance’s back.  wore on his back. The magical scimitar flared upwards and then swung across in a deadly blow at the group of six. The scimitar cut across them without a drop of blood but the group of six shrieked out in pain. The blood soon spurted when the heads rolled off the necks.

“That wraps things here.” Kemo-Sabe gave the final command while grabbing the shovel nearby. Tonto gave out the sigh and then picked up the other shovel. They then proceeded to pull the dead bodies into the dugout to bury them together. The native then performed the death passing rites before he poured in the lime and then shoveled the soil over the bodies. The lime will speed up the decomposition and hasten the decay. And prevent them from coming back from the dead.