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RANGO \\ OӘͶAЯ - Another outlaw story
Chapter 30

30. Rare names

"No windows," the chameleon thought with disappointment.
He tried to find the knot of the rope around his wrists again. He was sitting in this lonely storeroom for a while which lay next to the little farm house. He was still angry about himself, but he had had no other choice when Joel forced him to go into that damn room. Now he sat with his back on a wooden beam, his hands tied behind it. But he was angrier that that damn person had taken away his weapons in additional.
He interrupted his releasing tries when someone put a key into the keyhole and unblocked the door.
A shadow appeared and footsteps entered the room.
The chameleon looked at the person and narrowed his eyes with rage.
"Dad allowed me to treat your leg at least," a female voice met him.
"Oh, to what do I owe the honor of this after someone gave me a warm welcome to me?"
"Be glad that he didn't shoot you down!"
She walked in. In her hands she carried a bowl with water, a bottle and towels.
She put all next to him on the floor.
"Mm, I feel flattered. So, do you want to keep me longer, or what?"
"We don't know," she said. "My dad doesn't like strangers."
"I feel," he muttered darkly.
"What were you going to do in the shed?"
"What do you store in the shed?" he asked back and earned an angry look.
But she said nothing anymore and reached for his lower leg with both hands. The pant fabric had a dark blood strain and a little snag. She pulled up the pant leg. Carefully she touched the lower leg.
"You go straight to the point." His voice had a leering undertone.
The female lizard growled and felt with her fingertips around the wound.
Nobody winced a little.
"It's not bad, no inflammation."
"Thanks for the diagnose, nurse."
She didn't reply, but her body was uptight. She reached for a towel, dipped it in the water and wrung it out.
The chameleon narrowed his eyes. "For a dry land you seem to have enough water if you can use it for such kind of work."
Again no reply but her face muscles tightened.
She washed the wound out. When the towel met his injured skin, he took a deep breath, but he avoided every other sound to reveal his pain.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"Knew what?"
"My reflex for catching insects."
"I had enough time to read books to pass time."
„Aha."
One more reason being angrier about himself.
"You seem to be very flexible."
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, you changed your opinion very fast. First you attack me like a devil and shorty after you looked like a timid fawn."
She avoided his glace and continued her cleaning work.
Nobody raised his eyebrows. „You have been very jumpily."
"It doesn't concern you," she hissed and took the bottle, poured the liquid on a new towel.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say, you are afraid of guns, are yo… AHHH! Damn you!"
A venom smile crossed her lips after she had pressed the wet alcohol towel on his wound.
The chameleon growled at her angrily.
She snorted with satisfaction and put a compress on the leg and wrapped a bandage around.
"If you are so talkative, you could tell me, who you are."
She put the bottle away and gave him a challenging look.
"Oh, I'm a man of many epithets. I have a lot of names, but my current name is Nobody.
She looked at him skeptically. "Nobody?"
He stretched his back. "Is your name better or was that a nickname?"
"No, my name is Beans."
"That's a funny kind of name."
She snorted. "What can I say? My daddy plumb loved backed beans."
"Well, you're lucky he didn't plumb love asparagus."
She looked up. "What are you saying?"
"I mean, I enjoy a hearty puttanesca myself, but I'm not sure that a child would appreciate the moniker."
He grinned mockingly.
She lifted her nose. "Hey, my dad is a great man, even if he does exhibit a proclivity for legumes."
"Oh yes, he is very hospitably," he said sarcastically.
"What are you implying?"
She looked at him angrily.
"Nothing I just…"
But the girl jumped up and tapped on his chest angrily. "Hey! My dad is a very protective father! He worked for us and broke arms and legs for our wellbeing! He was devoted to my mother his whole life!"
"It's okay, it's okay!" The chameleon stemmed his feet on the floor and stood up, his hands still tied on the wooden beam, while the girl came so close that he could look in her eyes.
"And for you for insinuate that he would abandon his parental responsibilities at a delicate time in my personal development is an affront to my sense…"
Suddenly the girl froze in her movement and stood there like stone.
The chameleon looked at her with irritation.
"Mm, uhm, Miss Beans? Hey!"
But the girl didn't say a word. No sound came over her lips. She stared ahead like she would look into empty space.
"Miss Beans? Hello!"
He tapped with his foot against hers. But a reaction failed to appear.
"Nice," he hissed on edge. He pulled on his bonds, but without success. He sighed. If he had a knife or a sharp object. Something came into his mind and watched the girl closer.
Maybe she had no gun, but a knife. She must have a knife somewhere.
Could it be…?
He moved his feet forward and lifted her skirt of her dress a little. And indeed. There was a knife in her long skirt-like trousers.
He swung his lizard tail and managed to wrap it around the knife handle.
He panted. It was more difficult than he thought. He had effort to pulled it out from the stuff.
"Come – on," he hissed with pressed voice. The knife began to move. "Yes, yes, yes."
Inch by inch he pulled out the knife and with last force he had it completely in his tail grip.
He sighed deeply. He moved the knife in his tail to his hands. With one bounded hand he took the knife and began to rub the blade on it.
Suddenly…
"… and as long as you don't apologize for your words, you will never leave my father's land!"
The girl stopped and crossed her arms.
The chameleon looked at her with surprise. Didn't she realize what had happened?
The female snorted. "What are you staring at me?"
"Um, nothing, it's just… mh."
He had almost cut through the rope around his hands.
"It's just, you were frozen."
"Uh, no I was not."
"Yes, you were. You stopped talking."
"Oh, it's a defense mechanism. Actually, lots of lizards have it."
"You're making that up."
She snorted. "No."
She hesitated. "What's wrong?
The chameleon had bit his underlip. Damn, he had cut his finger with the knife.
The girl narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing…"
One last cut…
The girl made one big step forward to look on his back. But suddenly…
The knife cut the rope.
"Take a seat!"
With a fast movement with his now free hands, the chameleon pushed the girl hard and the girl stumbled backwards. In next second, the chameleon swung his feet, the girl fell to the ground.
"You damn bastard!"
The girl grabbed for her knife but of course there was no knife.
"What…"
A hard slap hit her head and the girl sank to the ground.
The chameleon lowered the woodblock. He put it aside and kneed next to her. He touched her hand and controlled the pulse. She was still breathing.
He rolled her on her back and watched the unconscious girl and stroke out a strain of hair on her face.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart."
He bent down over her head and took a deep breath. She smelled like parfum soap. A smell what he liked. He watched her closed eyes. He smirked. He bent more down and fluttered a kiss.
"Maybe for a next time," he whispered softly.
He petted over her cheek for a last time, then he left her.

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RANGO \\ OӘͶAЯ - Another outlaw story
Chapter 30

30. Rare names

"No windows," the chameleon thought with disappointment.
He tried to find the knot of the rope around his wrists again. He was sitting in this lonely storeroom for a while which lay next to the little farm house. He was still angry about himself, but he had had no other choice when Joel forced him to go into that damn room. Now he sat with his back on a wooden beam, his hands tied behind it. But he was angrier that that damn person had taken away his weapons in additional.
He interrupted his releasing tries when someone put a key into the keyhole and unblocked the door.
A shadow appeared and footsteps entered the room.
The chameleon looked at the person and narrowed his eyes with rage.
"Dad allowed me to treat your leg at least," a female voice met him.
"Oh, to what do I owe the honor of this after someone gave me a warm welcome to me?"
"Be glad that he didn't shoot you down!"
She walked in. In her hands she carried a bowl with water, a bottle and towels.
She put all next to him on the floor.
"Mm, I feel flattered. So, do you want to keep me longer, or what?"
"We don't know," she said. "My dad doesn't like strangers."
"I feel," he muttered darkly.
"What were you going to do in the shed?"
"What do you store in the shed?" he asked back and earned an angry look.
But she said nothing anymore and reached for his lower leg with both hands. The pant fabric had a dark blood strain and a little snag. She pulled up the pant leg. Carefully she touched the lower leg.
"You go straight to the point." His voice had a leering undertone.
The female lizard growled and felt with her fingertips around the wound.
Nobody winced a little.
"It's not bad, no inflammation."
"Thanks for the diagnose, nurse."
She didn't reply, but her body was uptight. She reached for a towel, dipped it in the water and wrung it out.
The chameleon narrowed his eyes. "For a dry land you seem to have enough water if you can use it for such kind of work."
Again no reply but her face muscles tightened.
She washed the wound out. When the towel met his injured skin, he took a deep breath, but he avoided every other sound to reveal his pain.
"How did you know that?" he asked.
"Knew what?"
"My reflex for catching insects."
"I had enough time to read books to pass time."
„Aha."
One more reason being angrier about himself.
"You seem to be very flexible."
"What gives you that idea?"
"Well, you changed your opinion very fast. First you attack me like a devil and shorty after you looked like a timid fawn."
She avoided his glace and continued her cleaning work.
Nobody raised his eyebrows. „You have been very jumpily."
"It doesn't concern you," she hissed and took the bottle, poured the liquid on a new towel.
"If I didn't know better, I'd say, you are afraid of guns, are yo… AHHH! Damn you!"
A venom smile crossed her lips after she had pressed the wet alcohol towel on his wound.
The chameleon growled at her angrily.
She snorted with satisfaction and put a compress on the leg and wrapped a bandage around.
"If you are so talkative, you could tell me, who you are."
She put the bottle away and gave him a challenging look.
"Oh, I'm a man of many epithets. I have a lot of names, but my current name is Nobody.
She looked at him skeptically. "Nobody?"
He stretched his back. "Is your name better or was that a nickname?"
"No, my name is Beans."
"That's a funny kind of name."
She snorted. "What can I say? My daddy plumb loved backed beans."
"Well, you're lucky he didn't plumb love asparagus."
She looked up. "What are you saying?"
"I mean, I enjoy a hearty puttanesca myself, but I'm not sure that a child would appreciate the moniker."
He grinned mockingly.
She lifted her nose. "Hey, my dad is a great man, even if he does exhibit a proclivity for legumes."
"Oh yes, he is very hospitably," he said sarcastically.
"What are you implying?"
She looked at him angrily.
"Nothing I just…"
But the girl jumped up and tapped on his chest angrily. "Hey! My dad is a very protective father! He worked for us and broke arms and legs for our wellbeing! He was devoted to my mother his whole life!"
"It's okay, it's okay!" The chameleon stemmed his feet on the floor and stood up, his hands still tied on the wooden beam, while the girl came so close that he could look in her eyes.
"And for you for insinuate that he would abandon his parental responsibilities at a delicate time in my personal development is an affront to my sense…"
Suddenly the girl froze in her movement and stood there like stone.
The chameleon looked at her with irritation.
"Mm, uhm, Miss Beans? Hey!"
But the girl didn't say a word. No sound came over her lips. She stared ahead like she would look into empty space.
"Miss Beans? Hello!"
He tapped with his foot against hers. But a reaction failed to appear.
"Nice," he hissed on edge. He pulled on his bonds, but without success. He sighed. If he had a knife or a sharp object. Something came into his mind and watched the girl closer.
Maybe she had no gun, but a knife. She must have a knife somewhere.
Could it be…?
He moved his feet forward and lifted her skirt of her dress a little. And indeed. There was a knife in her long skirt-like trousers.
He swung his lizard tail and managed to wrap it around the knife handle.
He panted. It was more difficult than he thought. He had effort to pulled it out from the stuff.
"Come – on," he hissed with pressed voice. The knife began to move. "Yes, yes, yes."
Inch by inch he pulled out the knife and with last force he had it completely in his tail grip.
He sighed deeply. He moved the knife in his tail to his hands. With one bounded hand he took the knife and began to rub the blade on it.
Suddenly…
"… and as long as you don't apologize for your words, you will never leave my father's land!"
The girl stopped and crossed her arms.
The chameleon looked at her with surprise. Didn't she realize what had happened?
The female snorted. "What are you staring at me?"
"Um, nothing, it's just… mh."
He had almost cut through the rope around his hands.
"It's just, you were frozen."
"Uh, no I was not."
"Yes, you were. You stopped talking."
"Oh, it's a defense mechanism. Actually, lots of lizards have it."
"You're making that up."
She snorted. "No."
She hesitated. "What's wrong?
The chameleon had bit his underlip. Damn, he had cut his finger with the knife.
The girl narrowed her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing…"
One last cut…
The girl made one big step forward to look on his back. But suddenly…
The knife cut the rope.
"Take a seat!"
With a fast movement with his now free hands, the chameleon pushed the girl hard and the girl stumbled backwards. In next second, the chameleon swung his feet, the girl fell to the ground.
"You damn bastard!"
The girl grabbed for her knife but of course there was no knife.
"What…"
A hard slap hit her head and the girl sank to the ground.
The chameleon lowered the woodblock. He put it aside and kneed next to her. He touched her hand and controlled the pulse. She was still breathing.
He rolled her on her back and watched the unconscious girl and stroke out a strain of hair on her face.
"I'm sorry, sweetheart."
He bent down over her head and took a deep breath. She smelled like parfum soap. A smell what he liked. He watched her closed eyes. He smirked. He bent more down and fluttered a kiss.
"Maybe for a next time," he whispered softly.
He petted over her cheek for a last time, then he left her.