A Rider On The Storm (A Short Story)

FYI: I am not fluent in English, I’m trying to be at least. Sorry for the potentials mistakes. Feel free to correct me in the comment section.

As the wind blows threw my hair (yes, I’ve lost my hat in the firefight. Better this than my head !), I’m pushing Ernesto at full speed.

Brave horse, brave boy. Never scared of a gun shot nor roaming at full pace trough the dark night filled by a storm. Thunder, heavy rain and that brutal winds that push colds rain drops on my skins like thousand of needles prickling me.

It maybe sounds awful for you to imagine yourself in that situation but my friend, a storm is a dream gateway setting for running away from a bank heist.

The law can follow me, it’s impossible to see at 25 yards around. Can you really see what’s the thief even looks like in those conditions ? I can tell you, it’s like trying to find a shadow in the darkness. It’s dangerous for me to, but I trust myself and my horse, we make a great team, we complete each other.

The only things left to do for them ? Waiting !
Waiting ! The worse beginning for a law man trying to catch a thief.

I’m rich, yeah, of course from the money I’ve stoled, but I also have the luxury of time !

Every minute is a wasted one for the sheriff and his boys. I’m gaining more and more ground, they’re losing more and more opportunity to ever found me !

I bet ya’ that I could go back there one of these days, minding my own business, sip a whisky at the saloon and speaking with the local and they’ll never recognize my ass !

But I won’t do that, let’s not tempt the devil. He has been good to me so far, or maybe it was God.

Will God allow His sheep to be robbed of their money won honestly, through the hardship of a precarious life dedicated to provide for their families ? I don’t know. I’ve seen many poor bastards begging for His help before dying. He never got to help them with one of those miracles we hear He can do from those preachers everywhere.

Maybe God is on my side, after all ! He let me rob a bank to show His followers that money took too much place in their life, in their heart. And I’m just His pawn.

I’m not complaining about it ! Thanks God ! Help me whenever You want from now on ! I will gladly serve You if Your plans for me is: to rob more greedy cunts without any single regret. I won’t go to church thought. I have my limits too !

Heck, I can’t imagine everyone discovering that God will be on their side if they choose to rob from the rich and powerful.

Those rich cunts, never rich enough ! They seem to always want more ! Watch ‘em go to church to clear their guilty souls from the sins they commit on a daily basis.

Does God let us create gunpowder to watch us destroy one another, to judge the brave, the coward, the sinner, the poor and the (filthy) rich? To see where what kind of extremes we can go for one of our antic? Or maybe the devil gave us those tools of destruction. Like Prometheus who stole fire from the Gods to give it to the poor bastards that we were without it.

Of course, if you look at it closely, all religions kinda look the same.

But what am I boring you with?

Let’s conclude with those words : This is America, land of the free. This is God’s country, and I’m nobody to judge Him.

Now that I’m far away with that money, watch me wasting it on booze, alcool and gambling.

God, the hunt for money is not over for me, may I serve You well by stealing. I’ll dedicate from now on every stolen dime and dollars to You !

And for you dear friend don’t step on my toes, bank robbing is my thing, found your own way for your redemption !

God Bless America !

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Just Some Unfortunates Sons Getaway (short story)

FYI: I am not fluent in English, I’m trying to be at least. Sorry for the potentials mistakes. Feel free to correct me in the comment section.

« – Arthur my men ! You got the goods haven’t you ?

  • Have a guess Shepard.
  • You’ve god that ironic smirk, the same that you have when you have a good hand !
  • Jesus Shep’ ! You should’ve become a shrink.
  • Yeah, I was studying for becoming one before coming in this hellhole.
  • Speakin’ of hellhole, move your ass, give some space would ya !
  • Fine ! So, who’s rolling it ?
  • You fucker, you’re not waisting a single minute ! Man you have no idea how hard it is to find some good kush aroun’ here !
  • Jeeeesssssus ! Give me the goods would ya’ !
  • How polite my good sire ! Here you go now, do it quick and perfect, like my girl used to describe my performances in bed !
  • Ah ! You dumbass ! I have a gal’ back home too !
  • Yeah I know Dude but let’s talk ´bout this bitch after a good smoke.
  • She’s cheatin’ on me brother !
  • I bet ! Now come on, roll it up and we’ll talk ‘bout it all right ?
  • Yeah… but high or na i’ll still be mad y’know.
  • High with some music ?
  • What ?
  • You heard me you fuck !
  • Did you fixe that fucking radio ?
  • Yes sir !
  • Man ! You are a women behind all that soldier gear of yours !
  • Ah ! Wait what, come again ?
  • Y’Know, women are good at multitaskin’. And look at you, find weed in this hell and spend is spare time fixing a radio !
  • Buddy, you hittin’ on me or what ? Ah !
  • Ah ! If I had a… y’now instead of a huge dick, I would gladly let you hit !
  • What the fuck are you on !
  • Nothing !
  • That’s what I mean Shep’ ! Your acting high before even smoking !
  • That’s my brain brotha’ !
  • You ain’t got one ! Ah !
  • Fuck you dude !
  • Oh come one. Let me put some music.
  • Yeah ! Do something usefull for once in your life Arthur !
  • I’m serving my country !
  • But you where obligated to do it !
  • Still, am taking the good side of it !
  • See that ! Killin’ vietnamese for good ol’ ‘mericcaaa !
  • « Please show me the way to the next Whiksy bar ! »
  • « Ah don’t ask why ! »
  • « Ah don’t ask why ! »
  • Fucking yes man ! Getting high with a good pal et The Doors !
  • Your wanna light it up ?
  • Nah ! You got the privilege !
  • Merci monsieur !
  • Ah ! French !
  • Oui oui ! Pffffff ! My joint monsieur, big like baguette oui oui han han !
  • Give me give me monsieur !
  • Oui oui !
  • Pfff. The grass… always greener… well more green after i smoke.
  • If it become blue well it’s probably LSD then. So good thing it’s green. Very green !
  • When the last time you tripped on acid ?
  • Like… pfff… 2 month ago ?
  • Where ? Pffff
  • Hanoï !
  • Dude ! Dangerous to trip there !
  • Why ? Pfff
  • The fifth column !
  • Hemingway’s short story ? What are you on about !
  • Pffff. I’m on weed you fuck !
  • Cunt !
  • Let’s not go british, French was enough !
  • What did ya mean with… pfffff. The fifth column ?
  • Well you know… the north-vietnamese that spy and pray on the dumb American who come to Hanoï for a good time !
  • Oh ! That’s what’s a fifth column his ! Pffffff.
  • So tell me ? You got high and ?
  • Well I’ve confused The Rolling Stones and Hendrix.
  • How can this be possible !
  • Acid !
  • Yeah I’ve got that but how ?
  • I don’t know, was at that bar, and the music was… I saw that the music notes had colors !
  • That’s dope.
  • Really is !
  • Man, I have enough of all this shit… Miss home y’know.
  • How many did you smoked ?
  • Wha’?
  • Communists.
  • Oh… I don’t know… everytime the captain tell me to shoot, I shoot. At branches, leaves, trees, grass…
  • Yeah same.
  • It’s like we’ve come here to do landscaping !
  • Ah ! Yeah that’s it ! Never saw a single north-vietnamese diying by my hand !
  • Brother ! The napalm is not to kill but to help us do our duty, landscaping !
  • Ah ! You shit !
  • Arthur ! Shepard ! Where the fuck are you !
  • Pfff. Quick, throw the joint !
  • Fuck no, I’m keeping what’s left of it !
  • Well quick Shep’ for goodness sake !
  • Shepard ! Arthur ! For Christ sake come on let’s go we’re mooving !
  • Here Captain, on our way !
  • Why are you two always together ? Do you folks have some secrets ?
  • No !
  • No sir !
  • Pretty sure they fuckin’ captain.
  • Marshall, shut the hell up would you ! Wait… what the fuck am I hearing ?
  • Radio captain. I fixed it.
  • Well bravo ! Next time put the volume higher so the ennemy can have a listen !
  • Sorry captain !
  • Let’s moove ! Forward !
  • Here we go Shepard, landscaping for good ol’ Uncle Sam !
  • So proud, here we go, doing our duties ! Earning a living ! For the free world ! »

Jaskiers