Nobles. Nobles as far as the eye could see. Their golden pocket watches glittered, their rings flaunted the rarest of jewels, their sleekly tailored outfits smelled of victory! Yes, yes, these folks would do just fine for Byron Caldwell. His teeth flashed with delight as he peaked in through the first-class boxcar to witness the spectacle. This one, for sure, he would not fail. After all, he was a fine chap, right? He was bold, daring, strong-willed. He could do anything! Right?
Besides, actually sneaking onto the train had been the hardest part. Byron almost lost his foot as he latched onto the side as it chugged along. But all that was in the past. Only the future lay ahead of him now. First he did some arm raises, some leg stretches, some jumps, some running in place, just to get the juices flowing, to get himself pumped. There was nothing he couldn’t accomplish. There was nothing standing in his way!
“Alright, everyone!” Byron shouted the moment he threw the door open with a thud. Their gasps and screams were delightful, showing the mark of a true outlaw. “I want everyone down on the ground, purses out, wallets emptied! This is a robbery!” He had his shotgun in hand and pointed it at the nearest woman, who immediately began to shriek.
“Oh, sorry ma’am,” Byron said as he pointed the gun at her husband instead. “This is a robbery! The Whip Wielder’s here to take all your shit!”
“You heard me!” He pushed the gun closer to the man’s temple.
Thunk, thunk, thunk, the valuables began hitting the floor. Byron’s smile widened an extra foot.