"And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder. One of the four beasts saying: Come and see. And I saw and behold a white horse..."
New Mexico Territory, 1858
The beasts galloped across the roads, now slick with sleet and snow as dark clouds descended from on high, whilst their tiring mount's sides turned purple. For nearly an hour they had been outrunning the lawmen from their latest heist. "Faster--I said FASTER!!!" The male renegade barked at his steed.
Sz-Cha! Sz-Cha! Pewwh! Sz-Cha! Pewwh!-Pewwh! Kra-Thum! Sz-Cha!
Bullets whizzed past their heads as the female outlaw returned fire, double tapping one of the lawmen that hounded them so persistently. "That the best you got Whitehats?" She howled teasingly. Her husband smiled. The bullets, combined with the sounds of lightning and the coin bags bouncing with the horse's movement blurred all of the senses; Such sounds would drive normal bandits into the clutches of fear had only added to the couple's excitement of the chase.
Her bullet tore through another lawman's throat, exploding his Adam's Apple on impact. "'Hot damn! Only three left now." She smirked turning her head to her husband. As she turned back, five more shots scattered, the first a clear miss, the second tearing one of the bank bags, two more knocking her off the steed, and the last tagging the horse's thigh.
"You bastards shot my gold..." he growled, "Nobody shoots my gold." He sighed as he peered down at his horse. Despite the creature's best effort the wound had slowed it down. He leaned behind the steed's ear and brushed its hair. "There's nothing personal about this," he whispered, before twisting the horse's head 180 degrees.
"Did you see that Piney!" One of the lawmen remarked, pointing to the tumbling horse in the distance. "We killed them both, we killed the Strays!"
"Settle down Duffy. Only thing you killed was a horse, and there's no bounty out for a white bronco." Another lawman remarked. They slowed down to check for the gold bricks that had been spilled. By now the clouds had passed overhead, making the skies a purplish gray. "Damn rain probably killed your horse. All I know is that I clipped the b*tch."
"Can it Sawyer!" The head lawman spoke. "Both you dumbasses are missing the point; we lost eight men trying to wrangle in these hoodlums, not counting the nine they turned into buzzard's food during the robbery. We've got to deadcheck 'em, not for bounties, or for bragging rights, so the folks back home know that our brothers didn't die in vein."
Clap Clap Clap
The renegade clapped in the distance slowly, walking past a dead horse with a half eaten stomach. The crimson fluid that coated his jaw was unsettling, but not nearly as much as the dead look in his silver eyes. "How poetic." He said with a toothy grin. Instantly the lawmen drew their weapons and opened a series of rapid fire, peppering his chest with nearly 20 rounds. Lying down on the soaked grass he chuckled, now with a growing base in his voice. "Hold on...did I say poetic, what I meant was pathetic."
"He's not dying!" Sawyer shouted.
"Keep shooting him!" Piney ordered.
Suddenly the men could hear a howling in the distance. The stray's eyes illuminated, face grew long, and his nails sharpened, as his bones and muscles reassembled. He could feel his blood boil in tandem with his sizzling skin and protruding whiskers.
The lawmens' horses began to buck and neigh with fear, and with a frontward leap the beast sank his teeth into Duffy's neck, shredding through the collarbone as if it were made of butter.
"Yeaaggghhhh!!!" Duffy shrieked as the wolf swatted his head off like a cannonball at Sawyer's chest. Piney took aim for the Wolfman's head with a Winchester but the beast used the remainder of Duffy's corpse as a meat shield and kicked Piney's horse down with more than enough force to break his leg.
The head lawman desperately reached for his Peacemaker as the Wolfman overlooked him to trail the wheezing deputy. Sawyer was barely kneeling after chest had been pummeled with the late rookie's head and desperately drew a hunting knife at the monster. The wolf's lips curled, almost taunting the weak deputy as he lunged forward with his blade. The Wolf caught his arm, staring closely into the humans eyes. "W-what in God's name are you? the mortal inquired.
"Better!" He answered, snapping the Sawyer's arm like a twig, before clawing open the deputy's gut. He plummeted to the ground, nearly a yard away from his mentor.
As the older man finally clutched his fingers around the handle, the Wolfman loomed over him like a new moon over the Earth. His pink drool dripped onto the frightened Sheriff's badge as the lawman pulled back the hammer.
"Finish it!" The stray commanded dropping his head to face the old man.
A half naked woman holding several sacks of gold approached the campfire where the resting bandit slumbered. His nose twitched as she drew closer prompting him to spring up and follow his lover's familiar scent. He greeted his mate with a deep kiss, tasting the fresh blood on her lips before examining the missing bags. "Took you long enough!" He jested, knowing that it would earn him a hard punch against his shoulder."
"It took awhile to find sniff out the bars. Besides, you left me behind!" She hissed, jabbing him hard. The two fought each other playfully.
"I'll never leave you behind." He said, twining his fingers between her own, clinging their stolen wedding bands together.
She giggled before pulling her hands away. "The storm has past, we should head out before dawn."
He lifted up the sacks and bowed graciously. "Where to m'lady?"
"Someplace fresh. I heard some rumors of a boom town up North. Let me ride you."
"Wouldn't be the first time"--He laughed at how rosy her cheeks got when she thought over her proposition--"Boom-town, that definitely sounds like us. Our own natural habitat."
"There's nothin' natural about us darlin'!" She remarked.
"That may be true, but you know what I meant." He stripped off his clothes, preparing into his Lycan form. "Oh wait, I almost forgot, What do you want our names to be this time?"
She clasped her chin inquisitively, "Today I feel like an Abigail, how bout you?"
"Josiah...I don't remember using that name before."
"Then Abby and Josiah it is. Let's get movin' Jo!"
Josiah howled at the sky as Abigail grabbed their gear. A new moon was in the air, glowing darker than ever before.