Chapter 1 – The Blacky Encounter

The outlaw, Bandolero, was not always an outlaw. Before he turned outlaw, he was just a kid. A naive kid in a world full of promise and wonder. But after being kicked in the teeth every time he tried to achieve fulfillment of the promise and wonder of his dreams, he ultimately realized that the world was run by ruthless liars, cheats and backstabbers. Oh, they weren’t branded as the criminals they were, they were fine, upstanding citizens by all measures except the one measure that mattered most to Bandolero, honor. And so it came to pass that Bandolero saw the truth, that to live an honorable life one must become what the rest of the world would brand an outlaw.

The next day, Bandolero met Blacky.

“Who the hell are you?” asked Bandolero.

“I’m Blacky, asshole. Who the hell are you?”

“I am Bandolero, the outlaw!” proclaimed Bandolero.

“Big deal,” said Blacky. “Anybody can call himself an outlaw. What have you actually done to be an outlaw?”

This question stumped Bandolero. It was true. He was a man of few words, and fewer actions.

“Well,” he finally said, “what about you, huh? Are you an outlaw?”

“Damn right I am!” said Blacky. “And I have the scars to prove it.”

It was true. He did.

“Shit,” said Bandolero. “I want some scars, too!”

“You’re all right, kid,” said Blacky. “Tell you what. Let’s team up. I think we can do great things together.”

And so it came to be.

For quite a while, their outlaw antics went unfettered, because nobody recognized them. The wanted posters, due to a misprint, offered $500 reward for the capture of Black Bandolero. Everybody thought it was just one black guy whereas, of course, Blacky and Bandolero were both white as the driven snow.