Because guardian angels donât always have wings. Sometimes they have a colt, a half-smoked cigar in their mouth and the wedding ring of their dead husband hanging around their neck.
from yeehawgust day 11, Wild Hare and cjcweek day 4, Ring.
This time the spaghetti western reference is the âduck, you su***râ line from GiĂč la Testa ( A Fistfull of Dynamite)Â
Itâs a cold morning when the two boys start their ride.
By the end of that same day thereâs only a faint moonlight in the dark sky, however itâs enough to illuminate Speedwagonâs past, or at least whatâs left of it.
Joseph Joestar wasnât expecting his Wild West adventures to lead him after a gang of bandits and the Army to rescue what was left of his family. He wasnât expecting a bullet near the heart either; too near, the doctor had said, to safely take it out. No, he wasnât expecting none of that.
He wasnât expecting to find himself at Caesar Zeppeliâs side, either, still he was starting to tolerate Blondieâs presence.
PS: of course suits is for THE UNION SUIT. Yes, union suits are sexy, you canât convince me otherwise
Pls, apprecciate how hard Iâm working to set up all the prompts. XD
âItâs not unusual for travellers, friends or merchants to stop by the Speedwagon ranch, but the Pillar Gang is not here on a social call.
Theyâre looking for the old man, or rather, looking for something the old man is hiding. But someone got to him first: a handful of men wearing army uniforms forcibly took him into custody, no explanations given.
Kars and his group head towards the mountain pass, as the first lights of dawn light up the charred remains of the ranch. They barely pay any attention to the wounded young men left behind; just two cowpokes, ranch hands of no importance. But this where our story begins.â
Joseph Joestar and Caesar Zeppeli donât see eye to eye, say the workers at Speedwagon Ranch.
Theyâre like cat and dog, says Smokey, tired of playing referee to their dumb challenges: whoâs faster, who can brand more veals, who can catch more horse, who can piss further.
Boys will be boys, Speedwagon replies, sure that sooner or later theyâll stop acting like idiots, although his conviction wavers more and more each day. Heâll find out too late one of his bulls is the focus of the boysâ latest challenge.
Speedwagon was a man of his word, he had always kept his promises except for a single one. Before entrusting him with her ranch and sailing back to England, Erina Joestar had begged him to get rid of the gun that used to belong to her son and her husband before him. âItâs cursed; it killed them both, it wonât kill my grandson too,â she had told him, before boarding a ship in New York back to the humid island that she believed would keep what was left of her family safe. Speedwagon had promised and he had kept all of his promises except for that single one.
He didnât believe that gun was cursed, didnât believe the Joestar were cursed either, but even if it was, even if they were, Joseph deserved the chance to create his own fate.
The old six shooter was rightfully his. As he handed it to him, Speedwagon prayed Erina would find it in her to forgive him.
The gunslinger with no name is donning a new poncho. Some call her Lisa Lisa, the ones who end up tied and laid sideways across her saddle have far less nice names for her but no one knows who she really is or where sheâs from, although rumor has it she used to be a noblewoman who lost everything when her husband died and that perhaps, sheâs out for revenge. Whatâs granted is that if youâve go a bounty on your head you should sleep with an eye open and be mindful of the faint light of her cigar in the dark.
Are you familiar with little Suzie Quarto? You probably spotted her driving a large wagon, traveling back and forth across the country.
To a less than watchful eye and a less than attentive ear, she may come across as your regular immigrant looking for fortune and freedom in the west, with a wagon too big and filled with too many weapons.
In truth, this tiny blonde hurricane is a handyman at the service of one of the most famous and ruthless bounty hunters to date.
Joseph Joestar, aka the English Man, isnât exactly a cowboy or a gunslinger. Heâs a british nobleman with a big title, big wallet and big disagreements with the law of his own country. Thatâs why grandma Erina sent him to America under the wing of their old friend Speedwagon.