Warren (aka Robin of Locksley) & Wade (aka Earl Montgomery)

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Earl the Cowboy and Robin Hood run into one another. Things get off to a rocky start, but ultimately they unite forces in an effort to find Earl's lady love.


The man once known as Warren Worthington - now Robin of Loxley - was somewhat bemused. He seemed to be at some sort of gathering of strange individuals, and none of his loyal companions were in attendance. Was this another of the Sheriff's tricks?

Just in case it was, he drew an arrow from his quiver, fingering it thoughtfully as he held onto his bow. It was a new one, he thought, of excellent quality.

Earl Montgomery, previously one Wade Wilson, wasn't sure what in the name of God was going on - there were people running about in funny clothes and he couldn't find his horse. And somewhere... somewhere he thought he'd caught sight of that blonde-headed harridan, but he couldn't be sure until he got her in his sights right and proper.

So he edged around the perimeter, bumping into a compadre with a funny hat and some arrows. "Howdy," he said, eyeing the fellow up one side and down the other, appraising. "Name's Earl - what's the name your mamma gave you?"

'Robin' spun, immediately slapping the arrow into the bow without raising at the person who had accousted him - at least not yet. He narrowed his eyes at the man, who looked quite ridiculous in his own hat, and what was he wearing? And what sort of name was Earl - that was a title, not a name.

"Earl of what?" He asked suspiciously, suddenly sporting a suprisingly English accent.

"Sweetwater, Texas," Earl answered, frowning at the man's bow and arrow. Indians used bows and arrows, but they didn't usually dress all green-like and walk around talking like a goddamned Tory. Settling his left hand on one of the guns at his waist, he narrowed his eyes. "Now why don't you tell me just who the hell you are. And why you've got a feather in your goddamned funny little hat."

"Robin, Earl of Locksley," he replied, eyeing the hand on the gun as the tension remained in his bow. "I've never heard of such a place. Sweetwater Texas." He narrowed his eyes at this 'Earl'.

"What's wrong with my hat?" He asked with injured dignity. It was a fine hat! And a fine feather!

"It's like one of them feathers the girls at the saloon put in their hair when they're up on stage, dancing," Wade answered, tipping his head to the side a little. "Look here, put your arrows down and I'll keep my boys here holstered and we can be all friendly-like. I need some help finding my fiance, Ellie Mae. She's started thieving horses, on account of how she's upset her daddy decided to marry her off without asking her permission, but I'm of no mind to marry her if she doesn't want to marry me, but I still need to find her to ask her and she's gone off somewhere." He waved his free hand about to illustrate the enormity of the situation.

Robin continued to sulk about the aspersions cast on his hat until Earl mentioned the search for his fiancée. At that he let the arrow fall out of his bow, though his expression brightened considerably.

"She sounds like a fine woman!" He declared, a broad smile on his face. "I will help you find your betrothed, good sir!"

Earl grinned. "Thank you kindly, mister," he said, tipping his own hat to the man. "I haven't looked over that way," he said, pointing. "Let's try there."

"Lead the way!" Robin thrust his arrow back into his quiver, starting out in the direction in which Earl had pointed. Time to find his lady love!