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Chapter 4

Fort Adams, Oklahoma

"Captain!" yells the sergeant as he races his horse through the front of the wooden fort.

"That injun is ba-" is all the sergeant can get out of his mouth before an arrow head tears through the back of his neck and through his throat. The
shaft of the arrow is an emerald hue.

The men of the fort look on in horror as the already dead man falls off his horse.

The captain points his men towards the fort’s exit, a desperate look in his eyes.

"Hunt that red-skinned bastard down and don’t stop until he’s as dead as dirt!"

The men whoop and holler as they race out of the fort with their guns drawn.

The captain pulls out his revolver just in time for a green tipped arrowhead to knock it out of his grasp.

"I will not punish your men, for they are just your pawns." A voice echoes out through the small fort.

The captain, bewildered and freighted, looks around for the voice’s source.

"You were the one who punished me for feeding my village, you were the one who killed my entire family. Now, I will be the one who makes you pay."

"Come on out here and say it to my face, you yellow coward!" The captain stumbles as he searches for the brave.

"No, not a yellow coward."

Suddenly, a powerful hand grabs the captain by his head and pulls him forward. The brave, in full warpaint and headdress drives his arrowhead through the captain’s throat. Blood squirts on to the ground and over both the captain and the brave’s bodies.

"But a green arrow"

Gotham City, California

"Listen here, Ozzie." Marshall Gillian Loeb said as he looked over his desk at the short, fat man with a hook nose and bruised face.

"We’ve had people coming in here all day complaining about this weirdo. We’ll get to it when we get to it!"

"For the money I’m paying you to ‘protect’ my establishment you better get to it!"

While Cobblepot and Loeb argue, outside his office a man rubs his spectacles on his shirt.

The man’s name is Jim Gordon; he is one of Loeb’s deputies and one of the few honest men in Gotham.

In his time, he’s come to accept the fact that Loeb and his band of deputies are just as bad, if not worse, than the criminals they fight.
He’s also accepted the fact that there is nothing to do to change that fact.

"You know what, Loeb! I’ll save you the trouble and put a bounty on that bastard’s head! A thousand dollars to the one who brings me the head of this Bat-Man." Cobblepot squawks as he waddles out of Loeb’s office.

"You do that, and this town will be flooded with some of the worse scum and villains this town has ever seen."

"Well, it should be an improvement over the current law men." Cobblepot coldly says as he leaves the jail.

Arizona

Barry Allen’s eyes slowly open as he starts to wake. Sunlight blinds him as he uses his hands to shield the light.

"You are awake?" a voice calls out.

"Who’s there?" He says as he sits upright, his body sore and tired.

"I save your life."The voice says as it comes into view. It’s a face Barry Allen has seen once before.

"The Indian. I just thought you were a hallucination."

I am real. So are you."

Barry looks around, the desert ground is covered with bits of canvas and wood. The remains of a tent. A horse is tied to a dead tree twenty feet away from the two men.

"What happened?"

"Storm came. Lightning strike you. Save you."

"…Oookay." He says as he massages his temple.

Barry manages to push himself up off the hard ground. The fatigue and pain that was afflicting him just a few moments earlier is all but gone.

"Wow. I feel incredible." He reaches towards his chest, the holes in his chest have vanished, and not even a scar remains.

"What did you do to me?"

The old Indian smiles, his deep blue eyes stand out on his red face.

"Hemmotonya. ‘He who rides the lightning’ The lightning has changed you. You are now one with the lightning. Along with him." The Indian says as he points towards the horse.

"So…I was shot by a ruthless outlaw, struck by lightning, and became linked….to a horse?"

"Take horse. In time, you will see."

Barry shakes his head and walks over to the horse.

"Seriously, you Indians have to stop hitting the peace pipe."

Barry mounts the saddle-less horse and grabs its mane as he prepares to ride.

"Thanks for doing….whatever you did, but I need to get back home. I’m pretty sure Thawne is long gone by now."

"You and this man will meet again." The old Indian says.

"It is your destiny. Good luck, Barry Allen."

"Thanks I-…wait…how did you know my name?"

The unnatural blue in the Indian’s eyes shines as he smiles.

Gotham City, California

The full moon casts an eerie glow on the dirt roads of the booming city.
A lone figure moves slowly across the rooftops, heading towards the sound of a man singing drunkenly off-key.

"Ask me no questions, I’ll tell you no lies."

The man’s name is Edward Nigma, the piano player at Greely’s; one of Gotham’s many watering holes.

KRACK!

Nigma’s singing becomes a gurgling noise, as a bullwhip wraps around his throat and pulls him in the air.

"NIGMA!" Yells Batman as he comes face to face with Batman.

"Where does Cobblepot get his opium from?!"

He releases the whip and lets Nigma land in the dirty street.

"P-please! Don’t hurt me!"

"Tell me what I want to know!"

"I don’t know, please!"

"You’re lying."

He grabs Nigma by the collar and tosses him face first into a nearby water trough.

"Tell me what I want to know!"

"Gul…ahh!" Nigma screams as he’s pulled out of the water.

"Tell me!"

"..okay. I don’t know the man’s real name, just his alias."

"His alias?"

"He’s called The Demon's Head. That’s all I know!"

"Next time I want to know something, you tell me. I promise you it’ll be hard to play piano when all your fingers are bent the wrong way."

Nigma gasps for breath as he lays next to the trough.

"Question, what kind of I isn’t in the alphabet?....a black eye."

Arizona

It had only been a few hours since Barry Allen and the old Indian parted ways, he hadn’t made much ground in that time. The horse the old Indian had given him was slowly poking along.

"Good Christ, I thought I was slow. It’s be quicker to walk back home."
He uses his to squeeze the horses’ sides in an effort to speed him up.

"Come on, yay!"

The horse only blows in frustration.

"Come on…anything? What about that word the old Indian said?
Hemmotonya!"

CRACKOOM!

The sunlight and ground blur into an endless gray. Barry’s not sure what’s happening but he is sure that he and the horse are moving very, very fast.

BOOM!

"Ahh!"

The horse neighs and rears up on its hind legs.

"Ahh! Look out."

Somehow, Barry and the horse have ended up in the middle of a crowded city.

"Get that horse outta here, cowboy! This is Metropolis, dammit! Not some two-bit western town.

"Metropolis, what?" Barry mutters as the horse finally calms down.

"…What did that old Indian do?"

Texas

The brave had been walking for two days straight since the death of the captain at his hands.

Two days through the hot sun and plains that slowly turned into Texas desert. He was on the verge of collapsing, but he didn’t care. The white men had taken all he had left from him, soon he would join them.

His feet finally gave out as he hit the hard ground with a thump.
A piece of sagebrush rolls by as he blacks out.

"WAKE UP TIME!" A voice yells, snapping the brave out of his sleep. He leaps up to see bars and a small room. He’s in a jail cell.

"Bout time you woke up." The voice calls from outside the bars.

"You’ve been asleep for two days, I figured you’d just went and died."

"Why do you lock me up? What have I done to you, white man?" He says angrily as he knocks at the bars.

"Whoa, wait a minute their, my red-skinned friend." The voice says as its owner finally comes into a view.

A black man, with a black cowboy hat and a "sheriff" badge on his chest stands in front of the bars.

"My name is Michael Holt. I’m the sheriff of Rock Ridge."
 
Rock Ridge? as in Blazin' Saddles Rock Ridge? Excuse me while I whip this out. This is turning into a really good story. Did you ever read the Justice League elseworlds that is like this?
 
I love Blazzing Saddles, and I've never read an Elseworld like this. Closest I've ever seen is the JLU episode where Batman, GL, and Wonder Woman go back in time to the west.
 
yeah, they did an elseworlds with Wonder Woman being the Sheriff avenging the destruction of her town. There was a Superfriends episode in the old west too.
 
Awesome stuff Byrd! And Rock Ridge? Haha awesome. Any chance of the Waco Kid showing up?
 

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