He trudged through the woods headed about a third above east from the fence. Gun in tow, he was going to scare off this savage if it was the last thing he did… which, it very well might be. After walking through the woods for a good while he saw something off in the not too far distance. Another minute or so and he was on what was unmistakably Bysen’s encampment.
“BUFFALO!!!” he yelled before he’s breached the tree line. Stepping out into the open, he saw Bysen standing, staring at him. The second thing he saw was that hideous band around his horn. Identical to the one around Pinkie’s hoof. “Listen! I’ve let you live on my land for years now. I’ve sat idly by as you spread your filth through our town but I. Will. Not! Let you take my daughter!”
Bysen didn’t reply. He didn’t know how to. They’d only met that once so long ago and Pinkie had always tried to avoid speaking about her father with him, saying that she loved him and she wanted to keep loving him. But if she had to tell Bysen about the things her father had said about him, she wouldn’t be able to.
Bysen took a step forward in the hope of talking this out. Clyde however, was a fraction of the buffalo’s size and took this as a threat. He pointed his gun from the ground up towards Bysen “Stay back!” she shouted. His hoof wasn’t on the trigger, but it was close. He didn’t want this. He never wanted this. But chances where, one of them wasn’t walking away from this. He quivered as he told him “Get off my land. Leave while I’m giving you the chance. Get out of here before I kill you!”
Bysen knew what a gun was and knew what Clyde was holding was one of them. But he never truly appreciated their power, so he just took another few steps. This time he was threatening him. “I am not leaving. Not without my mate.”
“She is NOT yours!”
“She is not yours either!” while true, it infuriated Clyde further. He finally took a step towards Bysen, raising his rifle and moving his hoof to the trigger. “I won’t say this again.”
“Then don’t.” Bysen cut him off. Swinging his head into the barrel of the rifle, flinging it to the side. It fired loudly. Missing Bysen, but hurting his ear that it had been right next to the barrel when going off. The gun however had been thrown from Clyde’s hooves.
“BYSEN!!!” they heard the distant call of Pinkie. Clyde, leapt for his gun as Bysen shook his head, trying to douse the pain in his ear. Clyde slid over to his weapon, quickly grabbing it, pointing it at Bysen. As he did, to the corner of his eye he saw Pinkie burst into the clearing.
“Pinkie Pie. I’m glad you’r-” Bysen began but was cut off.
“Don’t you say another word to her!” Clyde yelled, lying on his back, sights right on Bysen’s head. “L-leave. Get off my land! Don’t touch my daughter!!!” he yelled as he looked at Bysen down the barrel. His eyes flickered to Pinkie for a second who stood there horrified. Before flicking back to his target. “Don’t you…”
“Please Dad! Don’t do it! I love him!” and Bysen took a step towards her. And Clyde pulled the trigger. He’d said not to, but he was going for his daughter. He had to stop him. He had to stop this beast from taking his daughter away! And Bysen fell.
“BYSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEENNNN!!!!!!!!”
She rushed over to him, the shot had hit his shoulder and gone all the way through his other. Pinkie didn’t know much about anatomy, let alone buffalo anatomy, but there was bloods. Lots of blood. His front hooves had given out and he couldn’t move them. He’d fallen chin first onto the ground and had scraped up his jaw too. As Pinkie put a hoof on his wound she could feel his heartbeat. He could feel it too.
“Pinkie Pie…”
“I’m right here! You’re going to be fine! You’re…” she couldn’t get any more out before she sobbed hard. Tears pouring down her face more than ever before. Bysen tried to speak but it wasn’t easy. He coughed dryly. The bullet hadn’t hit his lungs but that didn’t mean he was alright, not even close.
“It… was six.” he said. And for once, Pinkie was the one confused. “You told me you would… ask me one day… how many hooves you… were holding up. It… was six.” he managed to get out. “I remembered Pi…” he groaned in pain before continuing “Pinkie pie. I remember everything you’ve ever said to me.
“Don’t say that! Don’t talk like you’re going to die! Don’t!” she cried. But she could already feel it. His heart rate was getting slower. And he’d lost so much blood. Clyde, despite having wanted to kill Bysen, was in horrible pain seeing what this did to his daughter… but he’d done it for her. She’d see that one day. Blinkie had gotten here just after Bysen had been shot and was looking on from just inside the tree line.
“I am sorry Pinkie Pie. I broke my promise. To always be with you. I am so sorry.” he said weakly. “There is something… something I have always wondered. You never told me… you never told me your real name.”
Pinkie closed her eyes hard and cried. She had told him. It wasn’t that he didn’t remember, “My name… my name was once Pinkamena Diane Pie… but that isn’t my real name. My real name is… is Pinkie Pie.” it was to her, because it was what she had chosen and NOT what Clyde had. To her now, Clyde wasn’t even her father. He was the monster that he claimed be protecting her.
“Thank you.” Bysen groaned. He sensed the truth in her words, along with the pain. “Pinkie Pie… you where why I was sent here. You were my vision… I know it. You brought such… such joy to my life. I am not sad how this… ends for me. I am just glad to have met you.”
“No… no, you can’t just leave me like this! I have questions too! What are the plains like? What’s the secret ingredient in that brown mush? Why are you leaving me?! What… what’s your name?...”
“My name Pinkie Pie, is…
is………