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A Few Miles North of New Appleloosa

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Flim and Flam both jump slightly when Gwendolyn approaches. "We're getting along!" they both proclaim with nervous grins.

They both lean to look around Gwendolyn as Lucky flies down the hill. "Hey, what's...?" Flim raises an eyebrow.

"Why does he have that...?" Flam asks.

Lucky pauses to hover over the bound bandit. He hefts the sniper rifle to his shoulder, holding it with his hooves so that the trigger-bit is right in front of his mouth. "I hate to shoot a pony who can't defend himself. But I doubt you gave that mare a second thought..." he sadly observes. "See ya in Tartarus."

Flim and Flam both pale, and raise a hoof to cover the others' eyes.

A sound of thunder rings out.

A moment later, Lucky flies back up the hill, the rifle slung over his shoulder, and his vest and face bandages splattered with flecks of another pony's blood. A smoking shell casing is held between his teeth. He flicks the shell to the prisoners, so that it lands in the sand in front of them. "Here. Give it to the boy when he wakes up. So he knows there's some justice in this Luna-forsaken world..." he states wearily, before turning to hover back down towards the caravan.
She had watched Lucky go and made no protest against his obvious what to come actions. She did hope he at least made the bastard suffer a bit.

Gwendolyn had stayed down there near the twins and borrowed a shovel and began to dig a grave there. She didn't dig the grave up there on the hill, because she figured it would be unpleasant for them to watch her dig a grave for one of their own there.