The Medicine Show (part 2/6)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters in this story and have
nothing worth suing for.
Summary: The boys continue on the trail Spike is a gunfighter
Xander an ex-saloon boy. Together they travel west.
Warning this chapter: Politically very incorrect. Also het.
It is not necessary to have read the other stories to read this
one, so why not saddle up and join us on the ride
"Xander! No!" Spike yelled after him, but it was to late.
Xander was already half way there.
Spike did the only thing he could. He rode after.
Xander pulled his horse along side and the driver
of the wagon came to a stop.
"Wow, is this a real medicine show mister?"
"No, we just ride with these banners on the sides so
to confuse the Indian's"
"Oh" Xander looked dejected.
The wagon driver laughed
"I'm kidding, son. Of course we are a real show.
Got medicines, snake oil, potions and the like."
By this time Spike had ridden up and was eyeing
the driver suspiciously, all the time trying
to position his horse between Xander and the wagons.
"So you never seen a real Medicine show?" The driver asked.
"Gosh no, mister. Did you Spike? Did you ever?"
"Actually, Love....." Spike started.
"It's late in the day and me and Spike was getting
ready to stop and camp for
the night. Why don't we all camp together and you
can show me all your stuff."
"No! I mean no, Xan. These nice folk probably need to keep on their way."
Spike tried to coax, but he already knew it was a lost cause.
When Xander set his mind to something there was
just no dealing with him.
Spike was determined, however to stick close as molasses to Xander.
He did not have a good feeling about this.
Spike and Xander dismounted and waited on the
wagon driver to do the same.
Tying the horse reigns to the wagon's brake stick,
the driver jumped down.
Landing in front of them he first extended his hand to shake
with Spike's. He could feel an air of danger about the blond rider
and was eager to convey that they didn't want or need any trouble.
"Rupert Giles is the name. Snake oil is the game.
Pleased to meet you. Come on back and meet the rest of our little show."
The back of the first wagon had a small wooden door which Giles rapped
"Everybody out. Camping for the night."
As the door swung open, Xander was stunned to see
Faith and Buffy jump out.
"Xander?" Buffy was the first to rush over and give him a bone
"Oh, My God. Look, Faith, it's Xander."
She called back over her shoulder.
"You all know each other?" Giles asked, confused.
"Yea, we worked together in Deadwood."
"Hats?" Giles responded.
"Hats?" Spike and Xander answered in unison.
Giles confusion must have been contagious because now they
all had a case of it. Quickly Faith jumped in.
"Yea, silly. You know. Me and Buffy sold hats back in Deadwood.
And we was selling in Yankton too, but then there was some trouble
about a hat that some cowboy thought he paid to much for
and cause he stunk so bad we didn't want to sell him no more hats.
So then we got fired from the sal....ah...hat shop."
"That's right. And when these lovely ladies saw my show
they asked if I would
let them ride to Denver with us.
Of course I agreed.
The road can be so dangerous for cultured ladies like them."
Buffy and Faith both fluttered their eyelashes and
tried for their most innocent smiles.
Spike snorted which earned him a smack on the shoulder.
"Get Outta the way!!" a voice boomed
All five of the travelers jumped back from the wagon as the
other occupant attempted to extricate herself from the
A problem due to the fact that the female in question had to be
at least 350 lb.
Faith and Buffy hustled over to try to help pull as Spike
and Xander stood back with their mouths hanging open.
Along with the fact that she was apparently
wedged hopelessly was the fact that she
seemed to have more of a beard than either
Spike or Xander could have grown on a bet.
"Hey, Spike" Xander whispered
"Is a medicine show the same as a freak show?"
"Damn if I know, Xan"
Before they had the chance to ask, the woman popped
through the door and stumbled to the ground.