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Your challenge is to write crossover fanfiction combining Oregon Trail and Cowboy Bebop. The story should use robbery as a plot device!
The sun had risen less than an hour ago, and yet the heat as it beat down on the untroden gravel was blistering. Jeremiah Gatts led the dwindling convoy, and though none would argue he led well, but it was just too difficult to keep everyone from succumbing to the elements. They had already stopped to bury one body in the time they'd been travelling today, and if the Lord willed it, they wouldn't have to bury anymore.
But the Lord did not. Near a river they had stopped to bury the body of an older woman from the back of the convoy, who simply could not bear the heat any longer, as it seemed. Though Jeremiah insisted the wagons couldn't be stopped for long enough to pay the woman her due respect, the family who the woman belonged to had forseen the woman's passing, and had prepared a coffin her size.
The entire convoy gathered around the hole, just deep enough for a single casket and light cover of soil, and as the father of the family patted the last of the dirt over top, there was a moment of silence. Jeremiah, his hat held over his heart in respect, let the silence continue well beyond what he knew to be a safe time to be stationary. But he knew this meant the world to that family, and he wished for the contentment of all members in his convoy. Though his mind was filled with thoughts of regret for this family, and hope for the rest of them, he cleared his head for the time being, and paid mind to the sound of the water from the nearby river, noting the call of a distant bird.
Suddenly, the silence was broken by a scream. The coffin lid had risen and opened, much to the horror of everyone surrounding it. In the coffin laid no dead body, but instead stood a tall man with tall hair, donning a bonnet and a sundress. "Jet, we're good to go. And hurry your booty up, these frilly leggings are miserable in this heat." the man said into a small box with buttons on it. The box spoke back, "Roger that, Spike. Any sign of the woman?" The man replied, "Who, Faye? You'd think she'd be better suited for this, wouldn't you?" The box grumbled in response and immediately the ground across the river crumbled with a deafening roar and rose to reveal a titanic flying wagon, the likes of which had never so much as been imagined by Jeremiah or any of his crew.
The machine flew over the convoy and held there as a rope lowered, which the tall man grabbed after reaching back down into the coffin to grab a large accordion camera. "Sorry. I don't pick the jobs. Just got a bounty on this bad boy. Nothin' personal." said the man, patting the camera and inhaling the last of his cigarette before rising upward into the machine. The back of the machine shifted and began it's ascent. The hatch that the man had disappeared into began to close, but before it did, two heads poked out, one belonging to a spiky haired individual of questionable gender, and the other belonging to a dog. "Don't worry about your granny!" yelled the one with spiky hair. "We dropped her off just ahead with loooooots of water! And an umbrella!"
Every parched mouth in the convoy sat wide open. Every parched mouth but one. A scantily clad woman burst from a nearby wagon, her face red. "Spike! Don't you DARE leave me here with these yokels! I got you into that coffin, you hear me? That was ME!" This woman had another voice box, but the voice of the tall man replied from this one. "You're pretty resourceful, aren't ya? You got down there, I'm sure you can get back up. I believe in you!" The woman screamed and trudged off toward a mountain.
After two hours of silence, the convoy decided to pick and begin their trek once more..
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