(Lights on. Admist the busy streets of Greensberg, Nina and Gimm'r stood outside a building).
NINA:(Bends down and kisses Gimm'r on the fore head) Have a great day at school Gimm'r.
GIMM'R:(Smiles) Thanks mum.
(Nina stood up and watched as he proceeded towards the building. They waved each other goodbye, and while Gimm'r entered the building, Nina turned back and trekked towards her farm stand. She set up her goods and began selling them to her customers. Then she heard two women in another farm stand chatting about Bill Luck)
MARKET WOMAN 1: That man is indeed always lucky.
MARKET WOMAN 2:(Rolls her eyes) Duh. Why do you think he's called Bill Luck?
MARKET WOMAN 1:(Taps her on the shoulder) Did you hear the latest news about him?
MARKET WOMAN 2:(Looks at her) How I'm I suppose to know? I'm no Bill Luck fanatic like you.
MARKET WOMAN 1:(Frowns) Well you should be, cause he has slained the beast and it cohorts that has been tormenting this town for months.
MARKET WOMAN 2:(Surprised) You don't mean it!
MARKET WOMAN 1:(Smiles) I'm serious here.
MARKET WOMAN 2: Did the sheriff award him for the bounty?
MARKET WOMAN 1: The sheriff's a man of his word, and Bill never does anything for free.
MARKET WOMAN 2: But how do you think our hunters would react?
MARKET WOMAN 1:(Laughs) They'd be jealous, I'll tell you. Those hunters won't let Bill eat his cake and have more.
MARKET WOMAN 2: So they're going to take the money by force?
MARKET WOMAN 1:(Chuckles) Some of them who came back after they heard that Bill had completed the bounty vowed to either take back the money or no one takes it.
MARKET WOMAN 2:(Frowns) They do know that they're wasting their time with a person like Bill right?
MARKET WOMAN 1: They're just wasting their time. Anyway, I also heard that Bill had a good time with some women last night.
MARKET WOMAN 2: He's always having a good time with harlots. Can't blame him though.
(They're distracted by some angry customers that were delayed and immediately attended to their needs. While they answered their customers, Nina kept these things in her heart)
(Lights off)
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(Lights on. A group of children are lead on an excursion by a female teacher who goes by the name of Abigail. Gimm'r is seen strolling behind them. They were heading towards the bakery to learn how to cook some food items, most of which Gimm'r already knew. He termed this excursion as boring and decided to ditch it. He followed beside a moving carriage to avoid being seen by Abigail or any of his mates. Now seperated from the school pack, he ventured around the town, keeping himself busy by looking at buildings, horses, carriages and the likes. He then curiously went near to a bar, climbed upon some wooden crates and peaked through the window. There he saw various men, drinking and making merry. Some were discussing and arguing among themselves, others cared less and drank to their full. Although the foul stench of the bar irritated him, his eyes were glued to the counter as he saw his father sitting on one of the stools and drinking a shot of Whisky. Fidal ordered the bartender for another round and wore a long face.
Before Gimm'r could think of going there to comfort Fidal, the entire atmosphere of the bar suddenly became as silent as a graveyard. Everyone's eyes were focused on Bill Luck as he walked through the door and into the midst of men who watched him with dubious plots in their minds. He already knew why they were here, and he was going to make sure that they each receive a fair share of beatings from him. It was then that Gimm'r realised that everyone, excluding Bill and the bartender, were hunters)
BILL:(Takes a stool which is five stools away from Fidal. Looks at the bartender) Give me a bottle of Champagne will ya? (Brings out forty pieces of silver and drops them on the table)
BARTENDER:(Slowly takes the money, brings a bottle of Champagnee behind the counter and drops it in front of Bill) Here you go Bill.
BILL:(Smiles) Thanks. (Opens the bottle and takes a long sip. Drops the bottle on the counter, leans over and whispers) They're here for me right?
BARTENDER:(Whispers) They're here for your head.
BILL:(Smiles and takes another long sip. Continues whispering) I think it's time to put 'em in their place, don't you think?
BARTENDER:(Smiles and whispers) I'll get to watch a free movie! Just have to make sure I don't get killed while watching. By the way, where 'e cash?
BILL:(Chuckles and whispers) In a safe place, away from these theives.
BARTENDER:(Nods his head, pats Bill on the right and whispers) Good. Let the fun begin then.
BILL:(Turns to face the hunters while the bartender went and stood behind a door which had a circular glass plane inscribed in it. Finishes his champagne) Alright you bloody thieves! The first asshole to kill me gets the loot!
(Immediately, a man stood up and threw a small knife at Bill. The latter caught the knife by the blade and threw the bottle at the former. The bottle shattered into pieces when it collided with the man's head. It made him fall backwards and stumble over his seat. The other men returned their gazes back at Bill)
BILL:(Cracks his neck) Alright boys. Who's next?
(With that, most of these men ran towards Bill with axes, knives, and cubs, all with the mindset of killing Bill and looting his corpse)
(Lights off)