M3 St. Benedict Must Die

     The Cowboy rode through time and was spat out three miles away from the monastery where St. Benedict was. His mission was to infiltrate the monastery and change history. To kill St. Benedict. He hopped off his cougar and took his gear off it. He walked up to a tree and buried it in the grass. He was dressed in monk like clothing, a brown plain robe, moccasins, and a cap. Just what he needed to fit in.
     He made his way towards the monastery on foot, to avoid calling attention to himself. It took him twenty minutes to reach the monastery. He knocked on the wooden gates. They cracked open slightly, and a man poked his head out. "Yes?" he said. "I wish to kill St. Benedict." The Cowboy said. The man smiled and said "Welcome"
     It had been a four days since The Cowboy had been accepted into the monastery. He planned to stay no longer. Tonight was the night for St. Benedict to die. After dinner The Cowboy the cowboy went to his bunk and prayed, as was customary for monks, and pretended to go to sleep. He waited patiently for five hours until he was sure everyone was asleep, then snuck into the St.'s chambers.
     The chambers were elaborately decorated and furnished, with a blazing fireplace, carpets and paintings. The cowboy grunted. So much for the simple life of a monk. Getting back to business, the cowboy whipped out a thin but sharp filleting knife he had stolen from the kitchen. He tiptoed up to the side of the bed and pulled down the covers. Benedict lay silent, breathing softly. The Cowboy clamped a firm hand over his mouth, and slit his throat. Benedict's eyes went wide and he gurgled. The Cowboy smiled and walked away.
     The Cowboy made his way to his ally, Gerth, and woke him. "Tis' done. You need to worry no more. I must leave now. Good luck in life my good friend." "Goodbye, nameless savior." The Cowboy left with a smile on his face. He had committed his first righteous homicide. He found his cougar and rode through time. The lights flashed, and he was spat out back in his office. This time he didn't puke. He was finally getting the hang of this.