THE RUSTED BILLIONAIRE GUN

Marcus was working on his mid sized farmland at the outskirts of the town, it was his only way of escaping reality. He has had a pretty bad past which he regrets now and hopes to find redemption and forgiveness from hundreds of people he had caused pain. He does charity in little ways he can and he donates to the county church. Life has been lonely for him for years and he feels it's God's way of punishing him for his misdeeds. As he dipped this pitch fork into hay, he heard horse hooves accompanied with dusts coming in directly to his farmhouse. He wasn't scared, he had one hand on his holstered revolver and the other on his belt, looking fearlessly towards the intruder who he hadn't seen his or her face. The Horse halted suddenly right in front of him and the rider quickly raised his hands up. “This is a private property Mister, you have few seconds to leave” he said, staring coldly with his gun already pointed towards the rider who still had not uncovered his face. “Peace be unto you Mister, I seek shelter from danger and I guess you won't let a lady get killed for doing nothing” she replied in a sweet feminine tone and wondered where he had seen the young farmer but that wasn't her problem at the moment as she is still in danger of being captured by Don Paulo's men. Marcus was confused, he thought it was a man. Though he realized she isn't much of a threat, he couldn't help but still act hostile and angry. “State your purpose miss, I do not care if you're in danger” he said “My people were murdered, my house was set ablaze, I have just me and I promise I will explain in detail to you at dusk if you care to listen mister, Please hide me for the meantime they are coming for me” she pleaded. “Who are they? I don't want no problem from the sheriff, I am still on probation” He asked “It's a promise Mister, I will explain later” she pleaded. Marcus looked at her and felt remorse. She is a natural blonde, a little volume of her cleavage was out, blood stained her blue shirt, she looked so tired. “Alright, follow me” he urged Marcus took her into the stable and opened a hidden compartment on the wooden floor. “ Get in and don't move, I will dispose of the horse, I hope all this is worth it” he said and closed the wooden top then piled hay all over it. He got out, picked up the pitchfork and continued his work. He was thinking wild, he knew that lady but where? She is beautiful with long slender legs, he thought about his whole boring life, no family to check on him, he is all alone in this farmhouse given to him by the sheriff. He's got months left of house arrest. He was sad and depressed, but he knew he was paying for his crimes. He heard loud horse hooves, this time they were many of them trails of dust everywhere and he recognized the leader, ‘Juan’ don Paulo's right hand man, huge and cocky, Juan has always been Don Paulo's favorite man. “Aye cowboy,” Juan said when they finally stopped in front of Marcus' farmhouse. “State your purpose cunt, I want no trouble” he replied with his hand on his revolver. “I am not here for you old boy, we trailed a young lady down here from the town, she took something dearly from Don Paulo and I have to get them back, Have you seen any lady?” he looked towards the farmhouse impatiently. “ No lady came here, I have been all alone, seen no one man, you have to take your leave now, this is private property” Marcus was getting furious now. “Okay, fine. I'll tell Don Paulo you ain't let me search, definitely you're hiding her, you gonna get yourself killed boy” he said and turned his horse. “Alright, wait. You can search, and don't touch my things” he said “Little boy's got no liver after all” Juan joked and the whole bandits laughed hysterically. They went in and started their search, Marcus stood right where he was and lit a cigarette thinking about the blonde woman. She is attractive with slightly curved hips, he couldn't think straight. What if saving her puts him in danger he had been avoiding? Well, maybe it would be punishment for his past crimes. He didn't bother about her being seen because he knew no one would see that hidden door unless he told them himself. Then he heard Juan whistling for his men to gather back as they found nothing. Juan was visibly upset and frowned at Marcus. “I still believe you're hiding something, I won't stop and I would be happy to end you one day” said Juan “We might have a draw officially approved by the sheriff one day since you feel like dying, I might help you” Marcus smirked Juan and his men got on their horses and rode off, Marcus looked at them absentmindedly, he still couldn't get the blonde off his head. He is in a hurry to know what really happened and acts like he doesn't care afterwards. Minutes later, he made an effort to go towards the farmhouse and he heard another horse coming in his direction, this time, it's just a rider and he recognized that silver shiny star badge from the distance. It was the county’s sheriff. A fully mustached man with docile eyebrows, rumors flew that he was brought up by Apaches. This man signifies authority though he still hasn't been able to penalize Don Paulo as the system is corrupt already. “Hallo Marcus” “Good day Sheriff Wade, I hope I did nothing wrong this time,” Marcus answered with a confused look. “There have been some rumors about a lady hiding on your land, she's the daughter of the late judge, her family was murdered a few hours ago, she is a lone survivor and I do hope to put her in custody for questioning and protection.” Sheriff Wade said “I haven't seen no one Man of the law, I haven't been to town lately so I heard nobody died, Don Paulo dickheads just left here not too long ago saying they looking for a woman and I let them search, they found nothing and left, you know me well enough sheriff” “Yes I met them on my way here” The sheriff looked around with a worried look on his face and added “I hope you're telling the truth Marcus, because if she is here truly then you're putting your life at risk, Don paulo wants that woman, I pray your decisions are right” Marcus acted nonchalant as he kept fiddling with his gun belt, he watched the sheriff got on his horse and left. He went into the farmhouse, opened the secret door and called out to the lady but there was no answer. His heart skipped as he went in but she was gone. How and when did she get out? he asked himself and made his way out to look for her.