Robin Riddick: Chapter Three-The Bag. The Bum, and The Beauty

Robin Riddick and his Goggle Headed Men Finally got back on schedule, and headed to rob Sir Twohy and his escort on the way to the Royal Accountants. Waiting by the side of the road they heard the Clippity Clop of horse's hooves approaching; Robin prepared his men.

"Okay Merry Men" Robin whispered. "Spread out." The Merry Men hid behind bushes and shimmied up trees, all but Friar Imam who was still searching for a place to hide; finally deciding to dive behind a large Birch tree.
In front and back of the carriage two guard’s men rode on horseback. What could only be Sir Twohy and the silhouette of a young woman were riding in the gold and purple carriage; royal colors. Robin could now hear the rattling of the gold as the carriage made it's way along the bumpy dirt road.

"Now!" Shouted Robin. Suddenly, the Merry Men jumped down upon the guards and seized they're horses. Robin came swinging in (Yes on a Vine! In the forest!) landing on the roof of the carriage; hanging upside down over the side, he peered in thru the window. The first face he met was that of the young lady.

"Welcome to Sherwood Forest milady." Robin smiled broadly at her quite taken back by her beauty. He couldn't help but notice how light danced on her light blonde hair.

"Brute!" Out of the blue the young lady pulled from her side a large yellow handbag and bashed our hero in the face. A tad dazed and bit confused, Robin snatched the purse from her grip with one hand, and felt for his nose with the other.

"This bag feels burdened by the weight of the gold in it madam.” spoke Robin. “Allow me to lighten your load." Robin poured the gold from the purse onto the ground, and tossed her purse back into the carriage. Looking down he also saw a stack of credit cards, a tube of lipstick, and a few “feminine” items. Robin turned slightly pink.
Thru gritted teeth she spoke; "What do you want."

"That scowl is not very becoming on you milady. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Robin Riddick, and these my Merry Goggle Headed Men.” The Merry men turned and bowed.
Robin crooked his head to see who else was riding in the grand carriage. Yes, it was Sir Twohy. Clutching a bag of gold the size of a small country and keeping his eyes tightly closed, in the hopes that he would not be seen.
“Not today Sir Twohy.”, Robin lifted the back from the nobleman’s grip and flung it to one of the Merry Men.
Sir Twohy looked devastated.

“Tell Sheriff Paris that the same will happen to any nobleman or lady.” Again he gazed at the young woman. “Who passes through Sherwood Forest.” With that Robin Grasped the young ladies hand, quickly kissed it and did an acrobatic flip off of the carriage.

Robin and the Merry Men made their way off into the forest.
“Brute!” Shouted the young lady thru the window of the carriage after him. “Brute!”


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