Lone Ranger Chapter 43

43.

“Here are your new weapons.” The Angel that greeted they may have worn a shapeless toga but was a beauty underneath it, the plains beneath could be seen as scenic landscapes. That landscape owner led them into the new chamber which was adorned with a wide range of weapons from the ancient swords and spears to cudgel and mallets on one corner, and the other corner was the more familiar guns and rifles.

Lance stood there with his legs crossed. It was not his favorite posture but his boots hurt and he needed to use the privy which he could not locate.

“You got a privy around here, Angel?”

“Privy? What is that?” The Angel asked. “And the name is Eve and not Angel.”

“Okay, Eve but can you hurry up. I am not much left of holding strength”

The Angel looked at him then and motioned to the far side.

“Press the blue button and step in there. Your suit has a contraption called the zipper. After you have done, tuck in well before you zip.”

Lance rushed off to the far side while Tonto looked at the weapons laid out on the raised platform. The Angel looked at him.

“Not now. I am fine. I will look at the guns.” Tonto picked up what resembled a gun but it was unlike his own Colt. It looked like another Colt model; the Colt Army Model 44.

“The original design was a muzzle-loaded cap and ball caliber single action revolver but these are only similar in the frame. The guns do fire six projectiles and the reload packs are on the belts. There are twenty packs there and more in the holding containers. Each projectile contained a potent amount of pure silver.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Tonto replied with courtesy.

“It’s Eve as in Adam and Eve but you can call me Ma’am.” The Angel replied.

“Mr. Tonto, your tomahawk is still here. We have however added in a set of the new gun for your use.” The Angel pulled out the weapon with the belt but Tonto only reached for his tomahawk.

“This will suffice.” Tonto held the tomahawk and ignored the gun belt. “Put the belt and gun into the saddlebag.”

It was then they heard Lance screamed out in pain.

“I guess he forgot to tuck it in.” The Angel strutted off to the far side. She stopped at the doorway with the blue button. “I see if I could help to ease the pain.”

Tonto stood there alone and decided to re-look the weapons. There was Henry’s rifle, a Winchester ’73 among them. They were some he recalled from the books he once read but they were words then. He moved from the guns to the more familiar weapons. He picked up the mallet. It looked familiar like the one he seen held by a Norse God. He swung it to feel the weight. It was sturdy to the grip and felt heavy enough to break a skull. He placed it down and looked at the next interesting item. It shouldn’t be there for it could not be considered as a weapon.

“Wood,” Tonto muttered to himself. The item he holding was a wooden stake. It measured a foot and the end of it was the sharper end. He weighed it on his hand and noticed it was cut from the old oak tree. He knew his trees from his days of learning to be a shaman. The leader had told him to be knowledgeable about nature and that included trees. The spirits lived in them and in the moment of needs, they could assist.

“There are two of those.” The Angel had returned. She had on an apron over her body. She saw him looking. “He was messy, and this gives it a sexy allure sometimes. Males get all worked up over the working attires.”

“Huh?” Tonto replied. He thought the off shoulders top worn by the barmaids had their purposes. It was called ‘accessibility’.

“Those stakes? They are deadly to the blood drinker and even to us if we get impaled with it.” Eve replied. “If you are taking it, it comes with a pair. The other one is the mallet. It easier to slam it in.”

The Angel giggled then but the conversation was interrupted with the arrival of Lance. The later strolled in as if he had ridden for days. He stood by Tonto and saw the stake.

“You are going primitive now?” Lance mocked the other.

“You think so. I think for you ought to get a skirt. There are no zippers on those. You just raised it up.” Tonto then laughed. Lance was to hit back but the Angel was calling them.

“I got your ride for you here.” The Angel motioned them over to the side. They saw what appeared to be a two-wheeler but it had no wagons.

“Meet the Chief. And when you are there, look up the ones named the Angels.”

The first few hours of riding drove everyone mad and soon they decided to hitch on the sidecar for stability. It was Tonto who decided if he was riding shotgun, he will carry one.

Tonto then selected the Winchester 73. He reckoned it will fire well like the handgun.

“You may need this.” Eve handed him the sling to tie the rifle. “It’s not good to lose your weapon out there.”