'Discreetly' going about town

Sureshot walked past Stormy. "Just because you told me yours, doesn't mean I have to reciprocate," He said quietly with a rasp in his words. He began to slowly pace towards Silver. His left eye kept the same narrow gaze, but his right eye began to widen, the iris shrinking slightly.

"You not an easy pony to track, you know. I was hoping maybe we could have a little dialogue, a little walk and talk. After the mess you left in my hooves, I think you could accommodate that."

Sureshot winced as a breeze picked up, scattering dust. "Of course, if you don't want to talk, that's fine too. I'll just have to find a way to make you." He looked off in the direction of the cart, then the brave, loud colt, and then finally back to his former partner.

One motionless eye maintained locked contact with with Silver's gaze.

Silver stared right back at him under the brim of his hat, quartering toward him. His wings extended and pushed the duster up on his back, readying himself for movement and making his now clearly visible katana ready to draw.

Dust drifted between them, eyes watching, analyzing, waiting. They both were reading eachother. In this one moment there was more going on than silence, but a confrontation of integrity.

After what felt like ages, Silver spoke. "...Stormy. Get lost. This pony and I have some...talking to do."

Stormy stared at the two colts with his eyes widened a bit as they flared their aggressive natures. Stormy wonders if they felt better like this. Seeing the danger in front of them then running from it. Though I suppose that's the same with all things in life. You want them out on the table so to speak.

"Oh no." Stormy grinned as he walked to stand west of them, moving side way as they circled eachother. He reached into his bag and frowned when he saw he was out of soda. He looked down the street wondering where he could be as turned to the two. "I have this little thing about me. Ponies tend to tell me to get lost often, but I found I like what happens after I leave. So I'll stay."

Stormy turned to SureShot with his grin as his left eye closed. "I hardly expect someone to return a greeting. It's not a requirement, just someone who consider themselves a colt and respect for themselves. Most enjoy expressing who they are. If you have a issues in the past that make you shameful. Then I understand."

SureShot addressed Stormy, "You clearly haven't seen enough of the world. I would hate to see your naïve innocence on a name taken from you."

SureShot flipped his duster over his left side, revealing a large rifle hanging from a harness. Sunlight glinted off the lens of the scope as he swung it around, leveling the swirled steel barrel at Stormy. ""Get Lost", That's a fantastic idea." He looked to Stormy with a glaring right eye. "A fantastic idea indeed. Why don't you?"

With the wide hollow of the muzzle pointed squarely at Storm's strange expression, distanced as it was, SureShot looked to Silver. "I haven't lost my touch, you know. And Neighpon teaches a pony a thing or two on depravity. So what say you and I have a talk, like I said? Away from here. How about in that bar over there?"

Off in the distance, the clock tower struck 8:30, as clouds dimmed the sky.

Silver kept his eyes on Sureshot. With his rifle out now, Silver knew he meant business. He suspected Sureshot would have his rifle still. At least he knew what to expect now after all this time.

Glancing to Stormy, Silver sighed silently. He wished he would just leave before he got hurt. This was something of the past that he had t settle himself. And he knew Sureshot well enough that if he wanted him dead, he would have done it already. Stormy would only be making things riskier at this rate.

Silver nodded, not letting his eyes out of sight of Sureshot. He took several careful paces toward the saloon. "Put that rifle away and we talk..." He said, more for the benefit of being discreet.

Stormy's grinned grew far wider at the rifle. Like he had wanted lethal force to be used. "Once I had a friend like you. He was uh, troubled pony. He followed a path that was too much for one to bear and sadly it was his down fall." He said as looked up for moment, gazing at something.

"I tried so hard to help him from the darkness, and at times he would threaten me and mean as much as you do. Though." He lifted his hoof as the SureShot felt barrel pressed againt his back. The sheriff Stormy had had the foresight to be summoned by that helpful colt he spoke seem to come in the nick of time. "Sadly Gale learned I have tendencies to wet the fuse so too speak."

(Flashback: ("Keep the change my friend. Also could you do this for me?" He whispered in the colt's ear. He nodded and sped off to the building with the shiny metal badge shape on it.)(Fixed few errors in the spelling. Though it's on the page before if you wanna read it.)

The sheriff had one of the longest mustache you ever saw as his horse voice, that had commanding tone told the Blue colt to drop it. Stormy chuckled a bit as he turned to his father with grin. "My my Silver. You sure do make life exciting in it's ways." His eyes sparkled. It was almost wrong how much fun he seem to be having.

SureShot casually pointed his rifle at the mustached sheriff, and pulled the trigger. As the sheriff's body fell, Sureshot worked the action of his rifle with red unicorn magic, and leveled it back at Stormy.

He looked to Silver. "Let's not get too distracted. We can have a private word in there." Rain began to patter on his hat's brim, and he walked towards Silver, in the direction of Rosencratz's tavern.

He shrouded his rifle as they walked, never breaking eye contact. "Been over half a decade since we shared a cider. On you."

Silver went through the tavern door, and Sureshot followed shortly behind.

Stormy watched as the Sheriff fell and a small panic ensued as the town's pony ran for their homes. He saw once again what happens when you mess in the affairs of others. Good ponies would get hurt. Stormy closed his eyes as he saw the rifle pony causally walk towards the bar.

A cold feeling feeling gripped Stormy as the he didn't really see a way to turn this around. It was almost twisted how easily one could do evil and never pay a price. Many would say in the end that Karma, or whatever you believe would get them, but what about right now? He would enter the bar and talk, then likely sleep in a warm bed and have full stomach. Where was the justice in that?

"If only my role wasn't to live to tell the tale. It's time like this I wish you were still here Gale." He said as he walked. He didn't go back to the taxi cart. He walked to the public records and read the small life story of a Ace High. He was born and raised in this town. He was one of thirteenth original foals that were born here after they official made themselves a town. He had a sister who lived in Manehatten and two proud parents.

(Future Event)

Later when Stormy attended the funeral he discovered he was to be wed in late August. "Where is the hero in this story?" The answer in his head was he buried six feet down. Stormy shed few tears as he saw the sheriff's death as his own doing.