Silver Bullet Western (Chapter One)

There was a shrieking coming from the other room. Alexander woke with a start. His hand had already snatched up his modified six shooter and he had his finger on the trigger ready.
"Its alright you bloke!" A voice called from the other room. The shrieking subsided. "I just 'ad tea on and forgot about it."
"Bollucks!" Alexander let himself fall back onto his bed. He let out a sigh. "Rufus, do you any idea 'ow close I came to-"
"Wha!? Shootin' me 'ead off?" Rufus let out a chuckle. "It wouldn't be the first time, mate."
"Yeah?" Alexander shouted.
"That's what I said, ain't it?"Rufus came into the front room.
Alexander had a two room apartment. The front room and the office. The front room was where he had his bed and the office was more of a kitchen/dinning room area.
"You know, Rufus. You sure are a pain in my arse."
"Come come, drink ya' tea."
Alexander took a sip.
"Oh! Its god awful!" He nearly dropped the cup. "Are you tryin' to poison me, Rufus?"
"Stop being such a bastard and drink it. It'll get some color back into your cheeks."
"I don't need color, Rufus, I need sleep."
"Right, and I need a arse-hole on me elbow." Rufus replied. "Just drink it, we have a meetin' a Parliament."
"Wha? Why?" Alexander said.
"Well, why do you think?"
"Werewolves!" Alexander fell back on to his bed.

"Werewolves is correct Mr. Rochester." A member of Parliament addressed Alexander. "We have under several accounts that you are said to be the greatest exterminator of their kind, yes?"
"Well, yes." Alexander mumbled.
"Then we'll see to it that you're on the next air ship to the states. Those Yankees are having a bit of an issue with these 'pests' and thought best to send for you and your companion's assistance."
"Thank you." Alexander and Rufus left.

"You sure are charismatic, Alex. You should be a stage performer!" Rufus laughed at this.
"Ha ha bloody ha, Rufus!" Alexander was pouting and started to walk down an alley.
"Aw, what's wrong, mate?" Rufus chased after him.
"I told you last fall I was done with werewolves!"
"But that was over a year ago, Alex! You can't live off your name and the medals you won in your teens for the rest of your life!"
"Why not? At least when I was competing I wasn't in constant danger of shape shifting lycanthropes!" Alexander saw a paper boy.
"Two shillings, sir!" He called out.
"For a paper!?" Alexander stuffed his hand in his pocket and tossed some coins on the floor. "Here you little bastard, buy a pint."
"Alex! Why resist? We can do this, mate!" Rufus was next to Alexander at this point. "They say that America is the land of opportunity! I hear that they already have automobiles that run entirely from electricity! Wouldn't that be a marvel to see? No steam pipes just pure electricity!"
"Rufus, you were one of the pioneers of steam technology at Uni and now you want to abandon your foundations for what- parlor tricks?" Alexander showed Rufus the headline. "Telsa powers entire Colorado town, do you buy that for one second?"
"Well, how far is Colorado from where we're goin'?" Rufus asked.
"I can't imagine too far."
"So you're alright with going?"
"I've already agreed to it, Rufus! I'm just letting you know exactly how much I dislike the whole idea." Alexander tucked the paper under his arm and waved for a steam-carriage.
"When do we leave, Rufus?"
"We first have to meet with the Yankee representatives."
"Then let's get to it, the sooner we get to...where exactly are we supposed to go once we're in the states?"
"New Mexico I believe."
"This might not be an entire waste of our lives." A steam-carriage stopped in front of them.
"Why is 'at?"
"If its anything like Old Mexico you'll be in for a treat: Cheap drinks, young ladies and something known as a Donkey Show."
"What could that be, I wonder?" Rufus' naivety is probably the second thing Alexander liked most about him. The first was, of course his mastery in all things steam powered.
"Rufus, my oldest mate." Alexander took a step inside the steam-carriage. "If we end up in place with a Donkey Show I'll buy you one." Rufus liked the sound of that even if he had no idea what a Donkey Show was.
"Where to, sirs?" The coach asked.
"The air field, thank you."
"Rufus, I thought we were meeting someone first."
"We are, Alex. They're at air field. On an air ship."
"But I haven't packed any of my stuffs!" Alexander exclaimed.
"No need, the Yankees have arranged for all our belongings to meet us in New Mexico."
"Rufus."
"Yes."
"I hate you, sometimes."
"Love you too, Alex."
Then the coach of the steam-carriage said under his breath.
"What a bunch of puffs."

-Sir Jestro