They were found on a roadside, deep in the Nevada desert. Part of a cache of documents obviously intended for a secure location, the files have been kept secret until today. Their earth-shattering contents will amaze, possibly frighten and answer the question: what happens when an infamous Old West gunslinger and a centuries-old time-travelling Druid meet up?
Chaos. Card games. Drinking. And chaos.
Part 2: Lover’s Walk
D: Miss Angel, Billy, it’s great to see you again!
Angel: Just call me Angel. I’ve always just been Angel. You’ll spoil me with formalities.
D: A good lady deserves to be spoiled, Mi–Angel. Now, Billy, you said you’d tell me more about your adventures with Pat Garrett and Angel here! You must begin, friend – I can’t wait any longer.
Billy: It was the adventure of a lifetime. Anyway, it was for my Angel. I was a fool and thought she was dead. Of course, how could I have known otherwise? She’d been shot multiple times.
D: Wait, shot?! Gods, that’s horrible! Who would shoot a woman?!
Billy: Patrick F. Garrett.
D: Sounds like a dastardly fellow. I’ve known a few Pats… they’ve never ended well. Tell me he got his comeuppance!
Billy: The foolish rat! He was the only one who’d dare shoot the love of my life.
Angel: Just breathe, Billy. And thank you D! You are so sweet!
D: I do try, really I do. You sound like a brave woman, Angel. Billy is lucky to have you at his side.
Billy: I surely am! I’d have died long ago if she’d been taken from me!
Angel: You are such a darling, D! Thank you, but really, I merely followed my brave leader.
D: I know how you feel. Well, Angel, he’s lucky to have you by his side – willing to follow him into danger and brave what the fates will throw at him. Makes a man a stronger fighter, I think.
Billy: Do you have a girl out there somewhere, my friend?
D: I do and I don’t . . . she lived long ago but had to make a choice between saving our clans and our way of life, and her heart. I think fate may have given us a second chance but we’re both going to have to wait a few lifetimes in order to see if fate is truly kind.
Briana: How did this turn into a love story? I thought it was just going to be Billy and D telling tall tales and making jokes! Perhaps inviting Angel wasn’t such a good idea.
A: I know, right? It’s always a love story. D doesn’t talk about Mairead very often, but he does love a good old fashioned love story.
D: Do not. I just appreciate a good woman who fights with her man. They’re in short supply!
Billy: Well I’ll be! Briana, please do give us a moment, will you? Being a woman, I am sure it is hard for you to see how us menfolk love and appreciate our true loves. Angel and Mairead are both one-of-a-kind and it brings us great joy to speak about them. But for me, I get to hold my Angel’s hand and tell her how much she means to me. I am so very sorry for your loss, D. Your Mairead sounds like one wonderful gal. I hope fate is kind to you and you will see her again.
Briana: Um, well, I suppose it won’t hurt for me to step out for a moment. What do you think, A? Is it safe to leave these two alone to talk for awhile? I can only imagine the chaos it could cause…
A: I think it’s … well, not safe per say, but I think I can manage to step away and let the boys have their chat!
Briana: Okay, if you can do it, then I guess I can, too!
Billy: Yippie! D! We’re free!!!
D: Huzzah! . . . Wait, I’m not sure what to do with this freedom! What do we do, Billy? Is there a train to rob?
Billy: I honestly don’t know, D. I think I’m a bit rusty at the outlaw stuff. Besides, I was never much of a locksmith, and I hear that nowadays, there are some pretty snazzy ones when money is concerned.
D: So I’m told – I’m rather used to the barter system myself. What do you do for fun nowadays, Billy?
Billy: Well, I’m hardly ever let out of Briana’s imagination, so I’m a little lost right now. Not hearing her voice is something of a mystery to me….Anyhow, I’m not going to spoil my one glorious chance at complete freedom! For fun? Well, I am sort of addicted to poker. How are you with cards, D?
D: Truly, I wish A would let me play for her when she finds herself in front of a hand. I spent some time with some RAF pilots back in WWII. I love the cards!
Billy: I can’t say I’m a professional gambler, but I’m no cheat, either! What do you say? Up for a little game?
D: Certainly! I have a deck of cards here … how shall we go about doing this?
Billy: You pick the game, my friend. I’ll bring the gold nuggets!
The transcript ends here in a mess of unreadable squiggles. Considering what happened later, we’re fairly certain they were off-their-heads drunk by the time the night ended.
Read more about Billy and Briana at her blog, When I became an Author.
Wondering how D and Billy met? It all started when A decided to go on hiatus…