The Fifth Hargreeves

Five Hargreeves and his family lived peacefully for six years after saving the world. Then one day, while he was practicing jumping a few minutes forward or backward, the lightbulb in his room burst, and a shard of it landed in his blue field of vision. Five tensed in surprise and accidentally traveled back in time, way too far. To 1855, to the Wild West. He landed behind a barn in Willow Creek. Damn it. Not again. Not now. Five tried to get back, but it was useless; he didn't have the energy. After a bit of a nervous breakdown, he decided to go into the local saloon. Everyone looked at him askance, and someone even called him a town pig, as he was wearing a classic black suit, which was already slightly dusty from the road after his awkward landing. The man behind the bar was wiping down bottles and glasses of whiskey. "Good afternoon. Could I get you some water, please?" Everyone laughed, and the man, without looking at Five, said , "You want some water? Dip your head in the horse trough. We only serve whiskey here. " Five was taken aback and was about to say something, but changed his mind; he didn't want any trouble. He was about to tell them to pour him some whiskey, but behind him, he heard the voice of one of the bandits, feared by several towns. Butch Camendish: "Hey, rat! What the hell is a townie doing in my saloon?!" Five looked questioningly at everyone, then at Butch. "Something wrong, buddy? " He said harshly, in his favorite tone. Everyone in the room turned their heads away and covered their faces with their hats. Butch got angry and, under the instructions of his men, began shooting at Five's legs. He bounced back from the bullets. Butch: "Come on, dance, handsome!" But just as Butch was about to shoot Five, someone shot him in the hand, knocking the gun to the floor. It was a girl. Which was odd, because girls weren't supposed to act like that at that time. "That's enough, Kamendish, or do you want to come with me to the cell?" Butch lowered his eyes, angrily and reservedly . "No, Sherf." Five looked at everything in surprise . "Great. Get out of my sight. " Butch's gang left.