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Sixes Wild: A Wing and a Hare
Sixes Wild: A Wing and a Hare
by Tempe O'Kun
Six helps Blake retrieve stolen gold with her usual tact and politeness.
I land a boot on Cur Johnson's muzzle. He spins away, howling.
The rest of the Pine City Gang close on me, razor grins gleaming.
Last time I do the lawbat a favor.
My boots crunch gravel. I spring into the air, twirling cork-screw fashion. My Colts flash like silver lightning in my paws. Dirt explodes below me, driving back the fistful of highwaymen. Two bounces later, I'm standing atop the stolen Wells Fargo stagecoach. The team of ponies neigh, all a-fluster, ready to bolt. Can't say as I blame them.
A masked bandito trains his rifle on me.
Sheriff Jordan Blake swoops down like the cloak of night, snatching the rifle from the flabbergasted pine marten. He tosses the iron my way.
Flipping one pistol back into a holster, I catch it-- Winchester '73, and not well cared for. Pity I don't have time to steal the bullets.
"Good thing ya asked 'em to surrender, sugarwings." I wallop a rat with the stock for climbing up toward me. "Working out right well."
The lawbat dives behind the stage as Cur Johnson's men set the air boiling with gunfire. "Hardly the time --huh!-- for your irreverence, Six!" His back's to the varnished wood of the coach.
The weight of an echo pulls my guns down. I drop, bullets screaming by my ears. They nick one of those and this bunny'll introduce them to all manner of unpleasantness.
My pistols hum again with echo. I fire, without looking, around the front of the wagon.
Splinters shower my paw. I shake them from my fur, checking for blood. Must have hit part of--
The stagecoach rumbles under me. Shit. I look up to see the team of ponies racing off with the splintered half of a hitch. I look behind me, down the hill. "Blake..."
"Still not the time, Six!" He's reloading that little Schofield pistol, blind to the fact his cover's leaving.
The gunfire hangs. Powder smoke hangs in the air, making my nose twitch.
Cur Johnson and his men watch, slack-muzzled, as their stolen stagecoach departs.
I could, by rights, plug them all right now, but they didn't kill the coach crew. What's more, I got thirty yards before I run outta mesa.
Blake snaps the cylinder back down into his gun and turns, coming eye to eye with the Pine City Pine Martens. They share a silent moment as I rumble away, rolling fast under the weight of the few dozen gold bars in its belly.
"Stop the coach!" Cur Johnson barks at his gang then unloads at Blake, who's scrambling behind a rock pile.
As one, the pine martens give chase after my stage. I'm lying on my belly, reaching for the brake. Whenever I get close, of course, Cur shoots at me again. Gritting back the bunny urge to freeze, I holler: "You figure killin' me's gonna stop this thing?!" I get the trigger-happy varmint in my sights, but the coach jolts on a stone and my shot goes wild. "Damnation!"
The shot spooks him good, though. He dives for cover, letting Blake scamper out from his own and take to wing after me. Dandy-- he'll have a bat's eye view to my plummet.
The cliff's mighty close now. Dust swirls up from the sheer drop off. Arizona heat fingers through my fur.
I coil back to jump into the clot of bandits. It'll be a nasty tussle, but--
A bullet cracks past my ear.
I tremble, bunny instinct freezing me a moment. Turns out to be a moment I don't have.
A stab of plummet, then a crash. My hat slips free of my ears, twisting on the wind.
The back wheels spin on empty air. I scramble for purchase. The belly of the stage grinds against the cliff edge, pitching backward. As the front end pitches skyward, I glimpse Blake's wing beating over the heads of the banditos, a desperate glint in his gold-flecked eyes.
My hat settles on the cliffside, all peaceable.
I tumble through air, falling with the wagon. The rifle floats up past me. Shame the last thing I'll ever see'll be that rusted Winchester. Always figured if I died looking at a gun, a fella'd be holding it, though.
My gut and the horizon do flips. Ground's coming at me in a hurry. I close my eyes and breathe: "Jordan, I love you."
A painful grip crushes on my boot.
I'm jerked upward.
"What in all hell?!" I open tear-stung eyes to see my leg dangling in the lawbat's hind paws. "Jordan, you sonovabitch!"
"You're welcome." He flaps like a poster in a cyclone. The stagecoach crashes against the cliff face.
My guts jockey for position. My ears dangle into the nothing. "Ahh!" I curl upward, grabbing at his ankles. "Don't go droppin' me!"
"I won't." The fruit bat's steel grasp tightens. He eases into a glide, sailing us around the corner of the mesa. "You're madder than the March hare, you know that?"
"That's a trifle unfair, lawbat." Chasing my breath, I cough half a desert's worth of dust. "It bein' June an' all." I glance back at the cliff, catching little glimmers down its side. My tail twitches. "So that reward's for them pretty gold bars, right?"
Well, folks, Sixes Wild is back! It's been a long time comin', but keep in mind I wrote the ENTIRE NOVEL since I last posted in this series. Sixes Wild: Manifest Destiny premieres at AnthroCon 2011-- I'll be there signing copies. : ) For those not going to AC, it will be available online on the Sofawolf Press catalog immediately following the con.
Art by:
Yuki-chi
Editing by:
Sillyneko345, 
Vendetta_Leopard, & Nabishane
Story consulting by:
thefunkyone
>>Sixes Wild is now a complete action-romance novel from Sofawolf Press! https://www.sofawolf.com/products/s.....nifest-destiny
I can't say enough about the fantastic artwork Yuki-chi did for this piece. I mean it when I say it came out better than I could have envisioned. He's truly amazing and you should go check out his art! :D
Let me know what you think!
-Tempo
This here yarn winds in more 'an one piece. Point that pretty little mouse here to find the rest: <<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
This is not my art.
by Tempe O'Kun
Six helps Blake retrieve stolen gold with her usual tact and politeness.
I land a boot on Cur Johnson's muzzle. He spins away, howling.
The rest of the Pine City Gang close on me, razor grins gleaming.
Last time I do the lawbat a favor.
My boots crunch gravel. I spring into the air, twirling cork-screw fashion. My Colts flash like silver lightning in my paws. Dirt explodes below me, driving back the fistful of highwaymen. Two bounces later, I'm standing atop the stolen Wells Fargo stagecoach. The team of ponies neigh, all a-fluster, ready to bolt. Can't say as I blame them.
A masked bandito trains his rifle on me.
Sheriff Jordan Blake swoops down like the cloak of night, snatching the rifle from the flabbergasted pine marten. He tosses the iron my way.
Flipping one pistol back into a holster, I catch it-- Winchester '73, and not well cared for. Pity I don't have time to steal the bullets.
"Good thing ya asked 'em to surrender, sugarwings." I wallop a rat with the stock for climbing up toward me. "Working out right well."
The lawbat dives behind the stage as Cur Johnson's men set the air boiling with gunfire. "Hardly the time --huh!-- for your irreverence, Six!" His back's to the varnished wood of the coach.
The weight of an echo pulls my guns down. I drop, bullets screaming by my ears. They nick one of those and this bunny'll introduce them to all manner of unpleasantness.
My pistols hum again with echo. I fire, without looking, around the front of the wagon.
Splinters shower my paw. I shake them from my fur, checking for blood. Must have hit part of--
The stagecoach rumbles under me. Shit. I look up to see the team of ponies racing off with the splintered half of a hitch. I look behind me, down the hill. "Blake..."
"Still not the time, Six!" He's reloading that little Schofield pistol, blind to the fact his cover's leaving.
The gunfire hangs. Powder smoke hangs in the air, making my nose twitch.
Cur Johnson and his men watch, slack-muzzled, as their stolen stagecoach departs.
I could, by rights, plug them all right now, but they didn't kill the coach crew. What's more, I got thirty yards before I run outta mesa.
Blake snaps the cylinder back down into his gun and turns, coming eye to eye with the Pine City Pine Martens. They share a silent moment as I rumble away, rolling fast under the weight of the few dozen gold bars in its belly.
"Stop the coach!" Cur Johnson barks at his gang then unloads at Blake, who's scrambling behind a rock pile.
As one, the pine martens give chase after my stage. I'm lying on my belly, reaching for the brake. Whenever I get close, of course, Cur shoots at me again. Gritting back the bunny urge to freeze, I holler: "You figure killin' me's gonna stop this thing?!" I get the trigger-happy varmint in my sights, but the coach jolts on a stone and my shot goes wild. "Damnation!"
The shot spooks him good, though. He dives for cover, letting Blake scamper out from his own and take to wing after me. Dandy-- he'll have a bat's eye view to my plummet.
The cliff's mighty close now. Dust swirls up from the sheer drop off. Arizona heat fingers through my fur.
I coil back to jump into the clot of bandits. It'll be a nasty tussle, but--
A bullet cracks past my ear.
I tremble, bunny instinct freezing me a moment. Turns out to be a moment I don't have.
A stab of plummet, then a crash. My hat slips free of my ears, twisting on the wind.
The back wheels spin on empty air. I scramble for purchase. The belly of the stage grinds against the cliff edge, pitching backward. As the front end pitches skyward, I glimpse Blake's wing beating over the heads of the banditos, a desperate glint in his gold-flecked eyes.
My hat settles on the cliffside, all peaceable.
I tumble through air, falling with the wagon. The rifle floats up past me. Shame the last thing I'll ever see'll be that rusted Winchester. Always figured if I died looking at a gun, a fella'd be holding it, though.
My gut and the horizon do flips. Ground's coming at me in a hurry. I close my eyes and breathe: "Jordan, I love you."
A painful grip crushes on my boot.
I'm jerked upward.
"What in all hell?!" I open tear-stung eyes to see my leg dangling in the lawbat's hind paws. "Jordan, you sonovabitch!"
"You're welcome." He flaps like a poster in a cyclone. The stagecoach crashes against the cliff face.
My guts jockey for position. My ears dangle into the nothing. "Ahh!" I curl upward, grabbing at his ankles. "Don't go droppin' me!"
"I won't." The fruit bat's steel grasp tightens. He eases into a glide, sailing us around the corner of the mesa. "You're madder than the March hare, you know that?"
"That's a trifle unfair, lawbat." Chasing my breath, I cough half a desert's worth of dust. "It bein' June an' all." I glance back at the cliff, catching little glimmers down its side. My tail twitches. "So that reward's for them pretty gold bars, right?"
Well, folks, Sixes Wild is back! It's been a long time comin', but keep in mind I wrote the ENTIRE NOVEL since I last posted in this series. Sixes Wild: Manifest Destiny premieres at AnthroCon 2011-- I'll be there signing copies. : ) For those not going to AC, it will be available online on the Sofawolf Press catalog immediately following the con.
Art by:
Yuki-chiEditing by:
Sillyneko345, 
Vendetta_Leopard, & NabishaneStory consulting by:
thefunkyone>>Sixes Wild is now a complete action-romance novel from Sofawolf Press! https://www.sofawolf.com/products/s.....nifest-destiny
I can't say enough about the fantastic artwork Yuki-chi did for this piece. I mean it when I say it came out better than I could have envisioned. He's truly amazing and you should go check out his art! :D
Let me know what you think!
-Tempo
This here yarn winds in more 'an one piece. Point that pretty little mouse here to find the rest: <<< PREV | FIRST | NEXT >>>
This is not my art.
Category Artwork (Digital) / General Furry Art
Species Bat
Size 800 x 1100px
File Size 245.7 kB
Listed in Folders
*wags* I'm happy my writing continues to meet your standards, batty. ^_^ This is exactly the reaction I was hoping for, the kind I read and immediately want to write even more stories.
And, like I said above, there will be plenty of copies available online, if you can't make it to the con.
And, like I said above, there will be plenty of copies available online, if you can't make it to the con.
Short and to the point. Amazingly enough I understood from context all the words I didn't know, and my trusty dictionary confirmed the definitions, I must say this was your easiest to read story so far (in that I could read it in one go, without dictionary breaks).
I did have a bit of trouble visualizing how she stayed on the stagecoach once it started moving, but a simple double read cleared it. What I never did catch was how many thieves there were.
The illustration is quite amazing also, even it their clothes seems way too clean for their life style.
As always, another great story, congratulations.
I did have a bit of trouble visualizing how she stayed on the stagecoach once it started moving, but a simple double read cleared it. What I never did catch was how many thieves there were.
The illustration is quite amazing also, even it their clothes seems way too clean for their life style.
As always, another great story, congratulations.
Furry stories really are improving your English! :D
Yeah, I think I might go back and tweak that part-- I envisioned the stagecoach rolling slowly at first, slowly gaining speed, so I didn't think she needed to do much to stay on. Perhaps I could have her grab on to the luggage rack. Might need to pin down the number of bandits too.
These are magical anime clothes! They never get dirty. That's why anime characters are always in the same outfits.
Yeah, I think I might go back and tweak that part-- I envisioned the stagecoach rolling slowly at first, slowly gaining speed, so I didn't think she needed to do much to stay on. Perhaps I could have her grab on to the luggage rack. Might need to pin down the number of bandits too.
These are magical anime clothes! They never get dirty. That's why anime characters are always in the same outfits.
Yep! This is the original short that spawn the novel: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2964152/
Gosh, this is so epically, exemplary awesome it’s beyond words. It almost makes me wanna watch an old western. (and I hate old westerns) Action scenes are always hard to describe but you do it perfectly. It actually got pretty exciting near the end! Good thing he got saved. I bet I would have understood more if I had read the earlier chapters though…
Again, I like how each one of your series has its own distinct writing style. This chapter, obviously set against the backdrop of the old west, is permeated by this familiar, romantic western theme, not least thanks to your extensive use of cowboy slang.
Really cool concept art btw.
Again, I like how each one of your series has its own distinct writing style. This chapter, obviously set against the backdrop of the old west, is permeated by this familiar, romantic western theme, not least thanks to your extensive use of cowboy slang.
Really cool concept art btw.
That's wonderful to hear, Carl. I'm happy you liked it.
The jumping off the cliff idea was something Yuki and I thought up. :D I had originally planned to post another story with his pic, but after seeing how awesome the finished product was.
I've really striven to adapt the western genre into something most furries can relate to. I don't watch a ton of westerns, but North Dakota is basically the Old West anyway, as far as most people are concerned! :P
I think the first chapter would clear things up a lot, especially in regards to the characters: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2964152/
The jumping off the cliff idea was something Yuki and I thought up. :D I had originally planned to post another story with his pic, but after seeing how awesome the finished product was.
I've really striven to adapt the western genre into something most furries can relate to. I don't watch a ton of westerns, but North Dakota is basically the Old West anyway, as far as most people are concerned! :P
I think the first chapter would clear things up a lot, especially in regards to the characters: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/2964152/
Now that i finished reading the series i have a sudden desire to play red dead redemption.
Tempo, you and your stories continue to amaze me. I love the old west setting an the action scenes had me at the edge of my seat.
you have a talent my friend and i can see you becoming a well known author someday in the near future. i already enjoy reading your work more than my other novels. Its funny, I can see myself rereading this several times when it is released. Somthing i usually do not do.
well now its time for me to count down the days untill june. Ill see you at AC
Tempo, you and your stories continue to amaze me. I love the old west setting an the action scenes had me at the edge of my seat.
you have a talent my friend and i can see you becoming a well known author someday in the near future. i already enjoy reading your work more than my other novels. Its funny, I can see myself rereading this several times when it is released. Somthing i usually do not do.
well now its time for me to count down the days untill june. Ill see you at AC
Well, ah reckon I hit the tone I was goin' for, then.
Thanks for the praise! I'm very excited to have my first novel coming out. It's something I've dreamed about since I was a kid. And hearing that people like my work enough to read it over and over really makes me feel like I'm doing something right. And, once I finish my current wave of short stories and all the craziness surrounding the Sixes release, it's on to the Code Drop novel.
I'll see you there! Feel free to bring your fancy new copy of Heat #7 too-- I'd be happy to sign it. :D Then you'll have the complete Tempo collection... at least for the moment!
Thanks for the praise! I'm very excited to have my first novel coming out. It's something I've dreamed about since I was a kid. And hearing that people like my work enough to read it over and over really makes me feel like I'm doing something right. And, once I finish my current wave of short stories and all the craziness surrounding the Sixes release, it's on to the Code Drop novel.
I'll see you there! Feel free to bring your fancy new copy of Heat #7 too-- I'd be happy to sign it. :D Then you'll have the complete Tempo collection... at least for the moment!
Luckily, I was able to get a hold of some bio and aerospace friends. After calling upon the power of math, we figured he'd mostly be gliding under that much weight.
And yes! Marmalade seems to date to Roman times, when they discovered quinces would set after being cooked in honey. (According to my vast stores of jam knowledge.)
And yes! Marmalade seems to date to Roman times, when they discovered quinces would set after being cooked in honey. (According to my vast stores of jam knowledge.)
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