Chip and Dale -Rescue Rangers Part I

Gunslingers locked and loaded. Ready for the showdown at the OK Corral.

Photo by Saman Rashidi on Unsplash

Midnight falls in the darkest part of the forest, winds bellowing through the willow trees, and the headlights of a beat-up eighties-style pickup come into view.

The dirt from the dusty back road was still floating through the air. The scent of cologne, cigar smoke, and homemade moonshine crawls through the windows and lingers on his collar.

He shoves the truck into park in front of the backwoods club and kills the lights.

Climbing down from the driver's seat emerges a scruffy, bearded man, dressed in an Armani pinstripe suit, buttoned up, concealing his costume.

The passenger, a shirtless, armed cowboy, steps out as country as his square-toed Ariats and his buckle, as big as his bulging package, join the sides of the painted-on, faded denim jeans.

The burly, guarded ticket taker at the door, emblazoned with a backward ball cap, mesmerizing pale sky-blue eyes, and a tattoo as memorable as his deepened voice, orders them around back. Country music blares through the speaker, and the stage is littered with sawdust.

Allant`e. already decorating the stage, adorned only in an ensemble of a long black silk tie, a…