Manny November 15th 2013, 11:22 pm
Eduardo rode quietly into a new town, sitting on his white Arabian horse. She trotted slowly, ears flicking from time to time. Eduardo's horse, "Estrella", was not used to going slow. Her breed was among the fastest in the world, and somewhat hotheaded. Estrella loved to "ride like the wind" and anything but that was somewhat of an annoyance to her. However, despite her dislike for slow speeds, she obeyed her master out of a sense of unwavering loyalty. Without him, she'd probably still be cooped up instead of running free.
The reason the pair approached so slowly was because Eduardo was observing the everyday folk like he always did when entering a new town. He was quiet, tipping his hat as a gesture of politeness. He'd smile at any children who saw him, and they returned his smiles. Sometimes he'd even wave, which would really excite them.
The same could not be said for their parents. Despite his well known reputation as a "good guy", racial tensions in the Wild West tended to cloud some people's judgement of him. Eduardo was a Mexican, clearly visible by his black hair, brown eyes, and tan skin. His clothing was a blend of Mexican and white styles, evident despite the simplicity of his hat, shirt, pants, and vest. He'd chosen to adopt a more "white" look to ease some people's minds. After a war with Mexico, some settlers were wary of the Mexican that had chosen to stay in the United States. So despite all his good, some had trouble trusting him... at first. His actions eventually won people over.
Eduardo was known as a good Samaritan dressed in white, upon a white steed. Some religious extremists he met a long time ago had even called him an angel of the lord. While he understood their gratefulness, he refused to be seen as such. No man was worthy of that honour. In fact, Eduardo didn't even consider himself a hero, as most people did. He simply saw himself as a man trying to do the right thing in a world full of bad things. Usually he worked with law enforcement, but as soon as the law stopped being just... he stopped following it. Thankfully that didn't happen too often, providing Eduardo with a job as a "good" bounty hunter.
Unlike most bounty hunters however, he ALWAYS went for the "alive" option, and when he shot it wasn't to kill. It was to wound, or maim at worst. Eduardo believed that he could change people, no matter who they were... even his enemies.
In doing so, he believed, he could TRULY vanish the evil in this world, his enemies. After all a great man had once said "Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?"
However, Eduardo only offered that chance to those whom took it. Today, he had a feeling that wouldn't be the case. On the very edges of town, he saw a sign looking for hired guns. As fate would have it, Eduardo was a little low on money and needed some cash. So, here he was, riding into a new town to see what the trouble was.
Assuming there was trouble. If the sign was looking for people solely to kill others, he'd want nothing to do with it. He did what he did to HELP people, not to eliminate them. Although that brought him issues with many people in life, even some his own family members, Eduardo knew that the wild west needed some morality.
Which, oddly enough, brought him to a bar. Eduardo got off his white Arabian horse, tied her up to a pole against her wishes, and stepped in. His presence turned a few heads, some eyebrows lifting in recognition. Eduardo ignored all this and headed straight for the bartender.
"Excuse me sir?" Eduardo asked with a light accent. The bartender, with his back still to him, finished cleaning a pitcher before speaking.
"Yeah?" the red bearded man turned around.
"I saw the sign at the edge of town. The poster of the sign wrote that I should come to this bar to meet him. Do you know who I should meet?" Eduardo asked, in his slight too formal English. It wasn't he first language, so he took extra care to say things "right" in an attempt to be able to properly communicate with all English speakers he might meet.
"You're looking for 'Bad John' eh? Head to the back, and go down the stairs into the basement. You'll find him," the barkeep said, nodding. Eduardo thanked him with a tip of his hat, and followed the man's instructions. He descended the stairs slowly, his beige boots making light sounds on the stairs.
At the bottom Eduardo heard the shout of "awe hell", and as he looked he saw the door being opened by a man with a pistol drawn. Eduardo grabbed his revolver, ready to draw just in case.
First of all, he'd do things diplomatically.
"Excuse me sir, are you the one they call 'Bad John'"? Eduardo asked the man, dressed in a Confederate soldier uniform. That made Eduardo a little uneasy, as the Southern States had supported a policy of slavery... something Eduardo didn't take too kindly to.
He hoped, however, that this "Bad John" was different.