Jack awoke suddenly to the sound of gunshots. He rose out of his seat and unholstered his Colt peacemaker. He looked to Luna who was also arising from her seat, he reached over and pushed her down. “Stay down, I don’t think your sister wound approve if you came back with gunshot wounds” Jack ordered her and she knelt down.
Jack elbowed the window out from beside his seat and looked out the window to see a heard of buffalo armed with western styled weaponry: lever action 30-30s, double barrel shotguns etc. “Shit” Jack muttered as rounds began to slam into the train. He crouched down and looked down the aisle of the train, the occupants all screamed and he doubted that any of them could help him stop the train robbery, or whatever this was.
He quickly crept along the aisle towards the back of the train. As he hoped from train car to train car buffalo would try to crack shots off at him but they missed terribly.
Jack reached the back of the caboose where a .30 cal. Browning M1917 was mounted. “Well this is… convenient” Jack muttered as he cocked the machinegun and kicked the caboose door open. The buffalo that were unluckily behind the train screamed as they saw the terrifying sight of the machinegun.
Jack triggered the machinegun and it began to spit lead death out at a speed of 450 rounds per minute. Buffalo started to collapse and tumble as .30 caliber rounds tore through their bodies, the remaining buffalo behind the caboose were smart enough to move to the side and out of Jack’s line of fire.
Jack cursed to himself and removed the machinegun from its mount, strapping the ammunition box to his body and holding the gun by its front carry handle and its trigger handle. He walked out onto the back of the caboose and several buffalo screamed as they saw his presence, buffalo tried to take snap shots off at him but their firepower was soon hindered by Jack’s M1917 machinegun as he held down the trigger and let the death machine do its thing.
One of the train attendants rushed to the back of the caboose and began to fire off a Schofield model 3. As Jack continued to fire the machinegun he looked back to the train attendant. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?” Jack yelled over the sound of the gunfire. “I’m a police officer and I’m doing my duty” the pony replied and Jack turned back to the buffalo he was blindly firing at.
One of the buffalo wised up and lit a stick of dynamite and hurled it at the caboose of the train. The stick of dynamite landed in the rear part of the caboose and Jack discarded the machinegun as he charged towards the train car in front of the caboose. “RUN, IT’S A BOMB” Jack yelled and both the officer and Jack lept towards the next train car just as the dynamite erupted and propelled their bodies even further.
Jack groaned as he got up and looked to the officer, whose body was smoking and his face was covered black with soot. “I was 2 days from retirement” he groaned then his head fell to the ground and he died, a funky jazz chorus played as the officer died. Jack rolled the pony’s eyelids shut as the jazz chorus continued.
Jack looked up to a pony playing the saxophone, “sorry” the pony replied and stopped playing the saxophone. Jack got to his feet and looked out the window, the herd of buffalo had started to ascend towards the front of the train.
Jack grumbled and he raced up the aisles of the train towards the front. As he got closer buffalos began to fire recklessly at the train in hopes of hitting Jack but to no avail. Jack lept through one final train car and looked out to see the buffalo begin to slam into the train engine. Jack raced to the front of the train car and kicked the door open. Jack stood on the train linkage and lept up and grabbed the edge of the train car roof and lifted himself up, the buffalo were too busy trying to ram the train off the rails to notice Jack.
Jack reached the roof and rolled up the other sleeve of his coat and pulled out a second Colt 1975 and loaded it up with 6 rounds as well. Wielding both his revolvers he took aim on specific buffalos and began to fire off his revolvers. Buffalos who struck by .357 magnum rounds collapsed to the ground, others that were close behind tripped over their bodies and began to make a pile ups.
The buffalos looked to the train roof and began to fire their rifles and shotguns at Jack who flopped down on the roof of the train to avoid being shot. He leaned cautiously over the edge of the train and took multiple pot shots and buffalos. They to collapsed and created more pileups. Suddenly a barrage of gunshots slammed into the train and Jack rolled to one side to avoid the incoming gunfire.
“Well I’m a little outmatched here” Jack grumbled to himself as he began to reload his revolvers. He heard one of the buffalos order something and suddenly a younger more sprightful looking buffalo hoped up and onto the train roof with a single leap. Jack looked to him with a surprised look, ‘okay this kid is good’ he thought to himself.
Jack stood up onto his feet and attempted to line up a shot on the young buffalo but he was quick and lept through the air and over Jack’s head. As he passed over Jack he gave him a kick to the head, Jack stumbled forward and due to the ice that had accumulated on the train roof he slipped and fell on his face.
Jack rolled to one side but as he did the buffalo jumped on him and began to punch him in the face. Jack brought his arms up in front of his face to block the punches and as the buffalo continued to punch he grabbed one of his hooves and threw him off the train roof.
Jack sighed to himself but suddenly the buffalo youth lept back onto the train roof and threw a heavy kick at Jack. Jack blocked the kick with one arm then punched with his opposite fist, hitting the buffalo in the gut and knocking the wind out of him. The buffalo staggered back but managed to keep his footing despite the icy conditions. “You’re good kid” Jack grumbled and the kid lept through the air for another jump kick but Jack grabbed his hindleg and flipped him over his head and slammed him into the roof of the train.
Jack stepped back and almost slipped on the ice but managed to keep his own footing. The buffalo spun to his hooves and somehow managed to do so with great balance control. “Just give up kid I don’t want to” Jack began but the buffalo charged and at the last possible second leaned back and slid into Jack, tripping him and making him loose his footing.
“Shit” Jack yelled as he slid off the train but caught himself by an edge rail, he looked into the train to see a mare covering her baby foal, the foal waved to Jack and jack waved back. “Wait why haven’t the buffalo shot me?” Jack asked outloud and looked behind him to see the buffalo running away from the train.
“Maybe they gave up” Jack said with a boost of confidence but as he looked forward to the train engine he saw that the buffalo were leaving because the train was about to head through a tunnel.
“SHIT” Jack yelled as he attempted to get back on top of the train car but the young buffalo slid down and began to stomp on Jack’s fingers. “You little shit I…” Jack began but then realized he didn’t have time to argue, he had to escape “MacGyver time”.
The buffalo looked to the train tunnel and laid down, leaving Jack to his fate. The train entered the tunnel and exited the tunnel a few moments later. The buffalo peaked over the edge to see that Jack wasn’t holding on to the train car anymore, most likely he was killed when the train past into the tunnel.
Suddenly a kick slammed into the side of the buffalo and he slide along the roof of the train car. The young buffalo looked up to see Jack standing there before him. “How did you…” the buffalo gasped but Jack simply shrugged.
Moments earlier:
Jack looked to the tunnel then back to the buffalo, he pushed himself back then as he came forward he booted the window of the train in and swung himself into the train. The train car passed into the tunnel just as he swung into the train. He looked to the mare and her foal and made the gesture to tip his hat but realized he wasn’t wearing it.
He turned around to see a very young colt, probably the age of 5 with his hat on. The hat was obviously too large for him but Jack chuckled and tipped the hat up so the colt could see better. “Merry Christmas” Jack quoted, leaving the colt with his desperado hat and ran to the back of the train car and as the train left the tunnel he lept onto the roof. The buffalo was peering over the side of the train, probably thinking he was dead.
Jack charged forward and threw a mighty kick into the buffalo’s side and he skidded along the roof of the train, the buffalo looked to him “How did you…” the buffalo tailed off and spun himself up again.
Jack readied himself in a defensive stance and the buffalo charged at him again.
The 2 began to fight in a hoof-to-hand fight, the buffalo started by slamming multiple quick jabs into Jack and Jack paced back, keeping his balance on the icy rooftop. Jack threw a heavy punch across the buffalo’s jaw which knocked him to the train top and he spun himself back up.
The buffalo paced back but then lept forward and kicked Jack heavily in the chest, sending him flying through the air and he landed on another train car’s roof.
The buffalo lept through the air and attempted to land a slamming punch into Jack but he rolled his body backwards and flipped into the air, landing on his feet and looking towards the buffalo. Jack rose to his full height but as he did the buffalo charged at him, Jack front flipped over him as he charged and landed on his feet. As the buffalo turned to him Jack spun and threw a heavy haymaker punch and knocked the buffalo to his back.
The buffalo kicked out one of his hindlegs and tripped Jack, who fell and landed just inches from the edge of the train. The buffalo lept on top of him and held his head off the edge off the train.
Jack looked off towards the distance and saw another tunnel approaching. “Why are there so many goddamned train tunnels” Jack yelled out and began to struggle with the buffalo. The other buffalo had simply been watching rather than shooting, whether it was for entertainment or so they didn’t shoot their comrade. As the train tunnel grew ever closer Jack mustered a large amount of strength and slammed a punch into the buffalo’s side, he gasped and his grip lightened from Jack’s body.
Jack swung his body and he once again missed the train tunnel by mere inches. He sighed to himself. “There’s too many fucking train tunnels” he muttered but suddenly the buffalo grabbed Jack and pushed his body upwards, his duster coat began to shred against the cement tunnel walls. Jack threw an elbow into the buffalo’s chest and the youth yelped as he released his force on Jack and grabbed for his sore chest.
The train exited the tunnel and Jack lept up and began to race for the back of the train and the buffalo chased after him. As jack reached the back of the train the buffalo sneered “I’ve got you now”.
But just as the buffalo charged for the kill shot Jack lept into the air, time once again seemed to slow as Jack began to perform a backflip over the buffalo as he passed by underneath him. Time seemed to travel at an incredibly slow pace as Jack pulled the Mossberg 500 out from his duster coat, and holding the shotgun with one hand, he pointed the shotgun towards the youth and pulled the trigger back.
The shotgun let out a terrifying, BOOM, and 00 buckshot propelled out the barrel of the shotgun. At this range it wouldn’t matter if you were an Ursa major, shotguns at point blank were simply lethal. The buckshot tore through the buffalo’s body, ripping through his back and bursting out the front of his chest. Blood spurted from his chest wound as he gagged and collapsed onto the roof of the train.
The blood that now leaked from his body acted as extra lubrication and his body slid off the slippery roof of the train. Time returned to a normal pace and Jack pulled out a cigarette and lit it. The buffalo saw their young comrade fall and all retreated from the train to retrieve his body, leaving the train alone for the time being.
Jack pumped the shotgun and removed the shell from the chamber to make it safer to carry around with him. He slung the shotgun back underneath his duster coat and smiled as he took another drag from his cigarette and let the cool night breeze blow through his hair as the train continued on towards its destination.