The Frog With The Pipe

*peck*

*peck*

The noise wakes up our two heroes of this story. Francisco Ilari Solaris, better known as The Cisco kid and his companion Francisco Rivera aka “Pancho”. Cisco being in his mid twenties was a sharp looking man who wore all black. He wore a traditional vaquero shirt with white embroidery that ran down each side of his arms and the front of his chest. And on each side of his hips where two silver colt revolvers. Pancho on the other hand was a older stout man who seemed to be in his thirties and wore a old faded red shirt and a beige pant, and on his hip he carried a old Smith & Wesson.

*peck*

*peck*

With a big yawn that caused him to stretch his arms out to only pull his old blanket over him he complained “Oh can’t you stop making that noise Cisco, I’m having such a great dream” exclaimed Pancho as he continued to yawn more.

“That is not me Pancho, our amigo up there is only readying us for our day. we should be leaving Benson soon anyways if we would like to make it to tombstone”Cisco said with a soft tiredness in his voice from just waking up.

As pancho slowly got up with reluctance he said with a final yawn “ there is a young caballero out there who thinks he is faster with a six iron than you Cisco. Are you sure you want still go?”