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3. Please, please

After a few minutes Rango dared to open his eyes again. He was still trembling. He looked around anxiously. But Jake wasn't visible.
With groaning he tried to move. His whole body ached like hell.
After the first punches of the Jenkins cousins he had lost his consciousness. When he woke up a short time later the leader had taken pleasure of whipping him. Then they had given him more beating.
Rango winced. A blazing stabbing pain went through his head, followed with terrible headaches.
Why Jake had been here? Only to take pleasure in his suffering? At least he had stopped to shoot him down.
In Rango rose up a nausea. The memory of Jake's cold eyes let his stomach clench together.
For a moment everything went black. He took laboriously a few breathings in and out.
If only he could take off the gag. He rubbed the cloth on the floor, but it was too much loose sand on the ground. It was impossible to remove the gag.
With pain in his face Rango tried to break the ropes. But the more he moved the tighter the ropes seemed to tighten around his hands and feet.
Despondent he gave up.

The sun had reached the highest point in the sky. Rango felt how the heat burned his skin. He looked up weakly at the sun. If only he would lie in the shade. But over him only cloudless sky. Without mercy the sun burned down at him. The hot heat gave him headaches.
Desperately he tried to loosen his bonds again. But as much as he tried the ropes were pulled together too tight.
With difficultly he rolled back and forth. To top in all evil the hot desert sand tormented him even. Rango had the feeling to spin at any moment. The sun robbed him all vitality and grilled him like on a hot stove.
In his distress he gave out muffled cries several times, while he wiped his head on the ground again and again, trying to remove the gag. With panting he stopped and listened intently, hoping someone had heard him.
But nobody answered.
Jake, he thought. I know you are here. Help me, please!

Jake had crept away under a rock to protect himself against the hot sun.
When he heard Rango's muffled cries, he became curious. He left his hiding place and ventured a look at the area where he could see Rango in the distance.
He saw how Rango vainly tried to free himself from the shackles.
Jake shook his head. A heartless grin on his lips. Rango's suffering seemed to amuse him. "Such a meaningless and pathetic I've never seen."

Rango had abandoned to free himself again. He knew he had to keep a clear head. At least as long as it was still possible in the heat of the sun.
There has to be a way out.
His gaze wandered to the shallow rocky hills. Maybe he could rid himself of the gag on the rocks.
With great effort he crawled with bounded legs and hands to the large flat stones. The hot desert sand was burning on his skin. If only he had on his clothes.
After a while, which seemed to him like an eternity, he finally reached the rock. Rango raised laboriously his head and rubbed up the towel which was tied around his mouth against the stone. The stone was also hot like the desert sand. Rango couldn't suppress some tears of pain but he carried on valiantly.
After several attempts the scarf came loose. With panting he spat out the cloth and the gag hung loosely around his neck.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Now without the gag inside his mouth he could cry for help.
"HELP!"
His scream echoed through the desert and disappeared in solitude.
He listened.
But no one answered, nobody came to save him. Once again he screamed for help, then again and again.
Coughing he interrupted his cries. His mouth was complete dry.
He looked desperately around. Eternally he couldn't scream for help all the time. He was already quite exhausted.
If not soon someone comes over, it will be too late for him.
He rolled quickly to the other side. The sun burned down on his skin.
Why is nobody here?
Suddenly Rango remembered something. He looked quickly around on all sides. Then he shouted with all his might: "Jake! Help me!"

Jake, who was still watching at Rango remotely grunted disdainfully.
"Forget it," he murmured darkly and turned around to crawl back under the rock. This chameleon should not think that he would like to help him.

Annoyed Jake pushed his head deeper under his snake body. Almost a quarter of an hour long Rango cried continuously his name.
If this lizard doesn't stop soon, I really going to kill him, he thought.
He paused. The calls were quieter.

Rango's neck hurt.
His voice trailed off.
He felt dizzy.
Everything around him was spinning.
His attempts to cry for help had robbed him the last forces and had taken his courage to face life.
Once again he tried to break the bonds. But all he could manage was only a few measly convulsions.
His forces were consumed.
Weakly he closed his eyes.
He had never thought that he would end up like this.
Lonely and forgotten in the desert.
Dehydrated from the heat.
He wished he could see his town once again and Beans.
"Beans. I'll miss you," he murmured weakly.
Then he began to sob quietly. His body was too dry that he couldn't even cry anymore.
A fatigue laid around him.
He wanted to sleep.
Forever.
One last time he whispered: "Jake, please."
Then he lay stiffly.

When Jake heard no more sound, he pushed his head out of his coils and risked a look outside.
Not a sound could be heard.
Was it happening? Was the sheriff dead?
He crawled hastily out of his hiding place and looked down into the distance to the plains.
The chameleon didn't move.
He waited a few minutes then he crawled over to him.
Close beside Rango he stopped. The chameleon lay stiffly on the floor. The hands hanging into the shackles, his head pressed on the chest and slightly opened mouth.
For a while, Jake looked at his rival. If he remembered how he had bestowed his respect to this lizard.
He grinned.
"Now another chapter of west history is finished"
He nodded satisfied and wanted to turn away but then he heard a soft whisper.
"Please."
Jake turned around.
Rango's eyes were still closed. But his lips moved as if he would talk in his sleep. "Please."
Jake let out a snort. Was this lizard never to getting dead?
Jake was so angry that he raised his cannon to break Rango's backbone. Again Rango's lips moved, forming a word that the chameleon repeated again and again.
"Please."
Then Rango finally lost his forces. Once again, he moved his head back. Then he gave himself up his unconsciousness.
For a while, Jake stared at him in silence. But then he crawled hurriedly away.
But after a few meters he stopped.
"Please, please."
The words echoed through his head and he couldn't get it out of his head. Almost a full minute he stayed in this position. Then he turned around.

The next chapter comes soon...

I hope my English wasn't too bad.

:) (Smile) — Description
Sorry for the break. :/ But now the translation story goes on. Correct my grammatical errors.

3. Please, please

After a few minutes Rango dared to open his eyes again. He was still trembling. He looked around anxiously. But Jake wasn't visible.
With groaning he tried to move. His whole body ached like hell.
After the first punches of the Jenkins cousins he had lost his consciousness. When he woke up a short time later the leader had taken pleasure of whipping him. Then they had given him more beating.
Rango winced. A blazing stabbing pain went through his head, followed with terrible headaches.
Why Jake had been here? Only to take pleasure in his suffering? At least he had stopped to shoot him down.
In Rango rose up a nausea. The memory of Jake's cold eyes let his stomach clench together.
For a moment everything went black. He took laboriously a few breathings in and out.
If only he could take off the gag. He rubbed the cloth on the floor, but it was too much loose sand on the ground. It was impossible to remove the gag.
With pain in his face Rango tried to break the ropes. But the more he moved the tighter the ropes seemed to tighten around his hands and feet.
Despondent he gave up.

The sun had reached the highest point in the sky. Rango felt how the heat burned his skin. He looked up weakly at the sun. If only he would lie in the shade. But over him only cloudless sky. Without mercy the sun burned down at him. The hot heat gave him headaches.
Desperately he tried to loosen his bonds again. But as much as he tried the ropes were pulled together too tight.
With difficultly he rolled back and forth. To top in all evil the hot desert sand tormented him even. Rango had the feeling to spin at any moment. The sun robbed him all vitality and grilled him like on a hot stove.
In his distress he gave out muffled cries several times, while he wiped his head on the ground again and again, trying to remove the gag. With panting he stopped and listened intently, hoping someone had heard him.
But nobody answered.
Jake, he thought. I know you are here. Help me, please!

Jake had crept away under a rock to protect himself against the hot sun.
When he heard Rango's muffled cries, he became curious. He left his hiding place and ventured a look at the area where he could see Rango in the distance.
He saw how Rango vainly tried to free himself from the shackles.
Jake shook his head. A heartless grin on his lips. Rango's suffering seemed to amuse him. "Such a meaningless and pathetic I've never seen."

Rango had abandoned to free himself again. He knew he had to keep a clear head. At least as long as it was still possible in the heat of the sun.
There has to be a way out.
His gaze wandered to the shallow rocky hills. Maybe he could rid himself of the gag on the rocks.
With great effort he crawled with bounded legs and hands to the large flat stones. The hot desert sand was burning on his skin. If only he had on his clothes.
After a while, which seemed to him like an eternity, he finally reached the rock. Rango raised laboriously his head and rubbed up the towel which was tied around his mouth against the stone. The stone was also hot like the desert sand. Rango couldn't suppress some tears of pain but he carried on valiantly.
After several attempts the scarf came loose. With panting he spat out the cloth and the gag hung loosely around his neck.
He breathed a sigh of relief. Now without the gag inside his mouth he could cry for help.
"HELP!"
His scream echoed through the desert and disappeared in solitude.
He listened.
But no one answered, nobody came to save him. Once again he screamed for help, then again and again.
Coughing he interrupted his cries. His mouth was complete dry.
He looked desperately around. Eternally he couldn't scream for help all the time. He was already quite exhausted.
If not soon someone comes over, it will be too late for him.
He rolled quickly to the other side. The sun burned down on his skin.
Why is nobody here?
Suddenly Rango remembered something. He looked quickly around on all sides. Then he shouted with all his might: "Jake! Help me!"

Jake, who was still watching at Rango remotely grunted disdainfully.
"Forget it," he murmured darkly and turned around to crawl back under the rock. This chameleon should not think that he would like to help him.

Annoyed Jake pushed his head deeper under his snake body. Almost a quarter of an hour long Rango cried continuously his name.
If this lizard doesn't stop soon, I really going to kill him, he thought.
He paused. The calls were quieter.

Rango's neck hurt.
His voice trailed off.
He felt dizzy.
Everything around him was spinning.
His attempts to cry for help had robbed him the last forces and had taken his courage to face life.
Once again he tried to break the bonds. But all he could manage was only a few measly convulsions.
His forces were consumed.
Weakly he closed his eyes.
He had never thought that he would end up like this.
Lonely and forgotten in the desert.
Dehydrated from the heat.
He wished he could see his town once again and Beans.
"Beans. I'll miss you," he murmured weakly.
Then he began to sob quietly. His body was too dry that he couldn't even cry anymore.
A fatigue laid around him.
He wanted to sleep.
Forever.
One last time he whispered: "Jake, please."
Then he lay stiffly.

When Jake heard no more sound, he pushed his head out of his coils and risked a look outside.
Not a sound could be heard.
Was it happening? Was the sheriff dead?
He crawled hastily out of his hiding place and looked down into the distance to the plains.
The chameleon didn't move.
He waited a few minutes then he crawled over to him.
Close beside Rango he stopped. The chameleon lay stiffly on the floor. The hands hanging into the shackles, his head pressed on the chest and slightly opened mouth.
For a while, Jake looked at his rival. If he remembered how he had bestowed his respect to this lizard.
He grinned.
"Now another chapter of west history is finished"
He nodded satisfied and wanted to turn away but then he heard a soft whisper.
"Please."
Jake turned around.
Rango's eyes were still closed. But his lips moved as if he would talk in his sleep. "Please."
Jake let out a snort. Was this lizard never to getting dead?
Jake was so angry that he raised his cannon to break Rango's backbone. Again Rango's lips moved, forming a word that the chameleon repeated again and again.
"Please."
Then Rango finally lost his forces. Once again, he moved his head back. Then he gave himself up his unconsciousness.
For a while, Jake stared at him in silence. But then he crawled hurriedly away.
But after a few meters he stopped.
"Please, please."
The words echoed through his head and he couldn't get it out of his head. Almost a full minute he stayed in this position. Then he turned around.

The next chapter comes soon...

I hope my English wasn't too bad.