When Porygon had reached Saffron City, Icy told it to land
shortly before he passed out. "Porygon, modifications off," said Insanellama.
Luckily the porygon listened and returned to its pokeball. Insanellama mounted Rapidash,
and tied Ponyta's lead line to Rapidash's reins. With that they headed at a full gallop
for the pokecenter, with Icy in Insanellama's lap. Insanellama pulled out his lariet and
lassoed the door handle and jerked it open. Rapidash came to a stop 3 inches from the main
desk. "Nurse, please heal Icy, he had a VERY hard battle, and passed out," said
Insanellama. With that said the nurse took Icy to the ER.
Insanellama walked Rapidash and Ponyta around the interior of the
pokecenter a few times to cool them down after the gallop. Then he lead them over to the
couch where he sat down and pulled 2 carrots out of his backpack. He fed one pokemon with
each hand while he contemplated the days events. "Well Rapidash, I guess we might as
well make a supply run real fast, I'm runnin low." Insanellama pulled his wallet out
of his boots. "Good plenty of cash there," he thought to himself.
With that he led Rapidash and ponyta at a gentle walk to the
Pokemart. When he walked into the stoor, the register girl told him he was only allowed to
have one pokemon out at a time in the store. He recalled Ponyta, since Rapidash's saddle
bags were where he would store the merchandise. "Howdy Mam, I just got in from the
auction in Celadon," said Insanellama. "Wow, I heard about that, but my boss
wouldn't let me off to goto it :(" said the girl. Insanellama walked around the store
picking out items. When he got to the counter, he had 3 car batteries (for Icy), 30 sugar
cubes, 20 carrots, and 2 pokeballs.
He paid the woman and headed in the direction of where he had
heard Colt was headquartered. When he got inside the store, there was a display of every
weapon Colt had ever made. Insanellama was in heaven, his love of antique weapons had him
astonished by the array. The man behind the receptionist desk said, "That's a might
fine pair of pistols you're wearing, Colt .45 Peacemakers I believe. Nice holster too,
never seen one like it."
Insanellama grinned that wide texas grin he had, and said, "I
love antique weapons, and you likely never will see a holster like this one, it's home
cut, home tanned, home grown, and home tooled. I'm a pretty fair woodsman as well as being
a cowboy." Insanellama reached out to shake the man’s hand. When the man's
jacket shifted slightly, Insanellama admired the finely tooled leather holster and the
mint condition pistol. "I think we'd get along pretty well. I have a cell phone,
given to me by a friend, if u like I'll give ya my number." said Insanellama.
"Sure," said the man," the name's Wild Wolf, I'm
the current owner of the Colt company."
Insanellama's jaw dropped a country mile as he said, "You
founded the Figtin' W, and I know your daughter."
Wild smiled, "She just went back to the ranch, she's been
talkin about you, well any friend of her's is a friend of mine, but I have to go now, see
ya." Insanellama turned and walked out the door and back to the pokecenter.
