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// Buck you, Texan (Again with that stupid song) 
// Story: MLP: TCR 
// by Omlliw 
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Ghost stepped out into Ponyville. It was night already, he noticed. The perfect time for him to exact revenge on the town. Applejack was not trembling by the door. Ghost had a look around the whole building just to make sure. The smell of pastries had evaporated into nothingness. The capitalist grinned a wicked grin, and polished the cherished object he held in his right hand with the bottom of his shirt.
"Watch out, Ponyland," Ghost chuckled, "Ghost's coming to down."
He took two majestic steps forward, and eyed the area. There was barely a pony about. Anypony who was outside would have been terrified by the capitalist's apple juice-stained, stubble-covered, demonically smiling face. Even more scarier was the item in his hand.
Aha! A pony! A male, yellow unicorn with a mane full of short blue hair wandered past one of the houses. His cutie mark was a shooting star. He didn't see Ghost, but Ghost could see his prey. He had fantasized about something like this ages ago, and now was time to play out that fantasy.
Silently, he crept up behind the unicorn, who, judging by the smell of him, had been drinking quite a lot of apple juice recently, much more than Ghost. He wondered if apple juice was free, or whether it costed money. His thoughts drifted to currency in Equestria, before realising that he was letting his fantasy slip by.
Quickly, the Texan hid his object he would use to complete his fantasy in his shirt pocket as much as he could, and raced silently towards the stallion. Ghost let out the tiniest gasp imaginable, and the pony turned around and would've screamed if he hadn't had so much apple juice.
"Hey, buddy, you been drinking?" Ghost asked, politely.
"Only a little," slurred the pony. "I'm a connoissheur."
"Hey, me too! Maybe we can be drinkin' buddies. What's yer name?"
"I'm Comet Tail." That explains the fruity mark, thought Ghost. "What'sh yoursh?"
"I'm Ghost." No reaction from Comet Tail. Finally, someone else who wasn't scared of ghosts! "So what does your fruity-I mean, CUTIE mark represent? What's your special talent?"
"Yeah, it meansh I'm tough!"
"How does a shooting star mean you're a tough guy?"
"You want a fight, COM-ET me bro!" Comet Tail fell over in hysterics, but Ghost just stood there looking exasperated. The stallion noticed this, and replied to Ghost's body language with "Hey, you want a METEOR joke? Fine, but I'll have to PLAN-ET out!" Comet Tail started crying because he was laughing so hard. Ghost sighed, and whipped out his metallic problem solver. One look at it was all it took to snap Comet Tail out of his drunken stupor and into sobriety.
"Are you a capitalist?" Ghost asked, lazily waggling the barrel of the gun in the general direction of Comet Tail. He quickly nodded his head. Ghost could have sworn he could hear a rattling noise. "Good. Go about your business." Comet Tail turned and ran for safety. Ghost gave a short laugh before examining the gun.
It was a silver Colt (Ghost found that quite ironic) Single Action .45 Revolver, engraved with Ghost's old logo on the polished, wooden hand grip. The rest of the gun was silver, but Ghost had written 'Pearl Shooter' on it in black marker pen. Another pony was wandering down the path. Ghost hid the Pearl Shooter and strode towards the pony.
She was a cream-coloured pony with sky blue eyes and a bunched ginger mane. She wore a black hat with a blue band around it. She had a camera around her neck on some kind of wire necklace. Her cutie mark was a piece of film. "Hey!" Ghost shouted. She whirled around instantly, and flashed the camera in Ghost's eyes.
"Oh, hello! I didn't see you there." Ghost could see that the pony had a suitcase with star print all over it.
"Not from around here, are you?"
"I could say the same for you. I've never seen anything like you before! Mind if I take some pictures?"
"Go right ahead, Miss, uh..?"
"Film Reel." Figures, thought Ghost. "And yours?"
"Call me Ghost." The Texan spun around slowly while posing, as Film Reel began to shoot. During one of his rotations, he could have sworn he saw Twilight looking out of her window. He couldn't make out if she was laughing or frowning at Ghost, but either way he knew something was afoot, or ahoof in this case.
"Uh, Ghost? You can stop spinning around now." Ghost realised that Film Reel had stopped a few seconds ago, and blushed slightly. "Thanks. This'll be a great story. Might even get me an award!"
"You know what would be better than just a picture or two?" Film Reel shook her head. "An exclusive interview! That'd send you right to the top!" The beaming smile on the pony's face grew three sizes. "Got a notepad or anything?"
"No, but friends say I have a good memory. So, what are you?"
"I'M A CAPITALIST!" Ghost bellowed. "Are you?"
"Well, I wouldn't really consider myself one, no, but th-" Ghost slowly pulled out his Pearl Shooter, and Film Reel stopped talking.
"Why's that?" Film Reel was silent. "Speechless at my manly dominance, eh? Well don't worry." Ghost slowly aimed the barrel at the shaking mare's forehead. "You'll get an interview. The most exclusive one there is!"
Ghost clenched the trigger.