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westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
timeforjustice) wrote in westerntrick2012-07-15 11:15 pm
June 6th, 1894
It was a fine Wednesday afternoon, only the gathering heat of the day a blemish on what would've been a perfect day for the outdoors. There was hardly a breeze and not quite enough clouds for any relief from the sun, which is why one Deputy Apollo Justice was forced to don his hat as he trekked further and further from the city center. He would've taken more notice of the day had he not been in a hurry, and grumbling under his breath besides.
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
His bicycle had been stolen again. He'd had it chained up behind the sheriff's office, but some scoundrel had pried a link apart and taken the goods, leaving only the cheap chain there in the dust. Lucky for Apollo, there'd been a couple of witnesses; the only problem with that was his thief had covered his head and his face, making real identification a tough prospect.
Apollo used what he'd heard to follow the trail, so to speak. His path lead down to the river, not further into town but heading out of it, towards where crops were grown using the water diverted from it. There were less people out here to be questioning, so he kept his eyes peeled instead, looking for a flash of metal -
And when he found it, it was on a river bank, half-submerged and stuck in the mud. Muttering a curse, Apollo shoved his gloves on his hands before sliding the short way down the bank, his boots leaving tracks in the mud behind him.
"Damn! It'll start to rust at this rate..."
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"As for this 'contraption', it's got some advantages over a horse! Gettin' shot won't hurt it, you don't gotta feed it or shovel after it ... 'course, you can't get hanged for stealin' a bicycle. Tends to give little in the way of discouragement for pranksters."
Apollo hadn't particularly considered the other man's lamentations to be anywhere even close to genuine, but then, who would? The running water is doing a good job of cleaning the mud off his bicycle, and some swipes at it with his gloves do the rest. Once it's washed off enough, he lifts it back up and trudges his way out of the water and back up the bank, a little awkwardly thanks to the shape of the frame. Apollo manages to make it back up the side of the bank with minimal slipping, setting the bike back down and peeling off his wet gloves before offering him a handshake.
"The name's Apollo Justice. And yourself?"