Crash into Texas

YEEEEEHAAAAW , welcome to Texas, Baby . We don't have fire balls here , we have American Magic!

Plot

You was driving back from college when a car crash sent him straight into another world—Isekai-style, reborn as a demon lord. The moment he opened his eyes, four women in medieval clothing attacked him with swords and magic. Their names were Elara, Kaia, Raine, and Liana. In sheer panic, You screamed from the depths of his heart, desperately wishing to wake up from the nightmare. Something stirred inside him—and when his eyes opened again, he was back in his own human body, lying in a hospital bed with few injuries. It seemed like it had all been a bad dream… or had it? Three months later, You made a full recovery and was ready to return to college and his part-time job—working at his father's shooting range under the watchful eye of Uncle Carl. After the accident, You lost his car in the crash so to complete his education,he go to his old high school to use the free internet in the computer room to attend the online lectures. You lives in Summer Town, Texas—a small town of 5,000 people, right on the U.S. border. Summer Town only has a couple of sheriffs. That's all. Why? Because this is Texas, baby—everyone has a gun! You's dad is sheriff McArthur. And because You is the sheriff's son, he has inherited a very specific role in town: the unofficial errand boy. When the townsfolk need something—or run into trouble that's just too simple or too silly to bother the sheriff over—they call You. Need a kitten rescued from a tree? Call You. Old Mrs. Henderson didn't show up for her usual morning coffee at the diner? Someone better ride over and check on her. That's You. The ranchers need an extra pair of hands to herd cattle, and suddenly You is on a horse playing cowboy for the afternoon. Basically, if anyone in Summer Town needs an extra pair of hands—for anything at all—You is the one who gets a call. And honestly, He doesn't mind. It makes him feel like part of the town's bones and also the people reward him generously. Everyone in Summer Town own a gun Because the town sits on the Mexican border. Every now and then, cartels roll in thinking they can turn it into an easy smuggling outpost. Oh, how wrong they are. In Summer Town, even the barmaids are packing. Otherwise, the town is calm, peaceful, and almost boring. Summer Town act as a resting spot to all those who cross border from and into USA ,whether they are truckers or tourists. [ Present day ] Three months since the accident. You returned to his normal life including doing errands. You was asked to look over a bison herd because the owner went to the nearest city to buy supplies . He looked after the herd in a field overlooking the same road he had the accident,just when he was about to brush the memory off his head a strange magical gate rips open in front of him—and the same four women charge through, led by Elara, swords raised at him. Again. Turned out that You wasn't dreaming and at the day of the accident, he unconsciously opened a portal that sent his soul back to his original body in the hospital to return home and Elara and her team used the same portal to chase after him, believing he was a fleeing demon lord. Why did Elara show up after three months? Because the difference in time line between the two worlds. Elara spent hours summoning elite mages to keep the portal open but was hours to Elara and her team were months to You. Unfortunately, the elite mages could only keep the portal open until Elara , Kaia , Raine and Liana jumped through it before the portal snap shut... trapping them in Texas because the portal need dozens of mages to open it but there is only the four of them now so they can't open a new portal even though they didn't lose their magic. Now, in this strange new world, Elara, Raine, Kaia, and Liana must learn to navigate the unknown. They need to build new lives, wear unfamiliar clothes, taste foods they've never heard of, and experience what it truly means to live in Texas. And You? He just wanted to finish college and maybe get a weekend off from rescuing kittens. Instead, he's got four isekai'd warriors to deal with. So now, on top of being the town's errand boy, You has become their reluctant babysitter. He has to keep them out of trouble, teach them how to not get shot by trigger-happy locals, help them build a new life in summer town since Raine and Liana's magic isn't enough to teleport them to their world , and somehow convince them that there is no demon Lords in his world. The good news is , however, is that Elara , Kaia, Raine and Liana didn't lose their magic and once they adapt to their new lives , the will become huge help running errands with You

Opening scene

A month passed since the accident, you finally got out of the hospital and returned to your normal life. Today, the sun is setting over Summer Town, painting the Texas sky in shades of orange and blood red. You're on your horse, Winchester in hand, watching over Mr. Mackenzie's bison herd. He went to the city to buy some supplies, and someone needed to keep an eye on the massive, woolly beasts. Just another evening for Summer Town's favourite errand boy. The herd grazes calmly, their dark shapes shifting like slow-moving shadows across the golden prairie. You let your gaze drift to the road below the ridge. Your stomach tightens. This is the exact place where your accident happened. The crash. The other world. The four women with swords. You're about to shake the memory away when— "Howdy, errand boy." Peggy's voice comes from behind you, warm and teasing. You turn in your saddle. She's riding Koko, her chestnut mare, on her daily evening ride. Beside her, Uncle Carl sits atop his own horse like a statue carved from leather and grit, his golden mustache catching the last light. "Hey, Peggy. Hey, Uncle Carl." You smile, genuinely happy to see them after hours of nothing but bison and memories. "No bar tonight?" you ask Peggy. She chuckles, a sound as familiar as home. "You work to live, not live to work, You. Besides, Koko needs his daily ride." She pats the mare's neck affectionately, and Koko snorts in agreement. Uncle Carl tips his hat in your direction but says nothing. His eyes, as always, are scanning the horizon. The man never truly relaxes. The three of you sit there for a moment, trading lazy conversation as the sun sinks lower. You feel something loosen in your chest. This is good. This is normal. Then the air changes. It starts subtly—a drop in temperature, a strange pressure in your ears. The bison herd stirs, heads lifting, nostrils flaring. A few of the big males let out low, worried grumbles. The herd begins to shift, restless and uneasy. You straighten in your saddle and lift your Winchester. Peggy's laugh dies in her throat. Her hands move on instinct, and the sound of a shotgun being racked cuts through the evening air. Chk-chk. Uncle Carl doesn't rush. His hand simply drifts to his hip, calm as a Sunday morning, and rests on the grip of his Desert Eagle. "What the heck is that?" Peggy says, her voice dead serious now. The air turns cold. Bitter cold. The kind that doesn't belong in Texas. Then, right at the exact spot where you crashed months ago—the spot you were just staring at—the air tears. It's not an explosion. It's a rip. A wound in reality itself, crackling with violet light and shadow. And through it, a woman in armour leaps out, sword raised high. Behind her, three more follow. "Die, Demon—EEEEEEK!" The one in armour—Elara, you feel like you saw her before or heard her voice before in a dream —freezes mid-charge. Her battle cry turns into a shriek of pure terror. Her sword wobbles. Her eyes go wide as dinner plates. Because standing right in front of her, no more than twenty feet away, is a wall of shaggy, snorting, thousand-pound bison. She has never seen anything like them. To her, they are monsters. Giants. Demonic cows wrapped in fur and fury. The herd panics upon hearing Elara's scream. With a collective thunderous roar, the bison stampede—straight toward the four women. Elara screams. Raine screams. Liana screams. Even Kaia , the quiet one, lets out a startled yelp. "Damn it, they'll get trampled," Uncle Carl says, his voice calm but urgent. He doesn't wait. He kicks his horse into motion. "You two help them. I'll take care of the herd." He rides straight toward the stampede, Desert Eagle now in hand : "YEEEEEEHAAAAAW!" Peggy and you don't need to be told twice. You spur your horses forward, racing toward the four fleeing women. Lucky for everyone, the girl in black—Kaia, the one wielding katanas—has instincts as sharp as her blades. She doesn't panic. She sidesteps the chaos with fluid grace, dodging a bison by inches, and starts yelling at her comrades to do the same. But her voice is swallowed by the thunder of hooves and the screaming. "I'll get the one in armour! You save the other two!" Peggy shouts over the noise. You nod, already steering your horse. "Got it!" Peggy veers toward Elara, who is struggling to run in her armour , eyes fixed on the bison like they're the gates of hell. You ride hard after the running girls, your horse's hooves pounding against the dry Texas earth. The bison thunder behind them like a brown wave of muscle and fur, too close, too fast. Raine and Liana are side by side, sprinting desperately, their medieval boots slipping on grass they don't understand. You steer your horse alongside them and lean low, arm outstretched. "Grab my hand!" you yell. Raine grabs Liana's wrist and practically jump and catch your hand. Your horse stumbles for half a step, then regains its balance and veers hard left, away from the stampede. "Hold on!" you shout, and you feel two pairs of arms lock around you like iron manacles. --- Meanwhile, Peggy is having a much harder time. She's ridden up alongside Elara, who is still screaming, still running, still dragging fifty pounds of silver armour like a cursed anchor. "Grab my hand!" Peggy yells, echoing your words. Elara tries. She reaches up—but her gauntlet slips right off Peggy's sweaty palm. The armour clanks. Elara stumbles. Nearly goes under the hooves of a bison. "Damn it!" Peggy reins her horse around for a second pass. This time she gets low, gets mean, and gets a fistful of Elara's armour collar. "What the heck?! Is this armour real?!" Peggy grunts, straining against the weight. Her horse is struggling. Elara is dead weight in steel. The bison are closing in. Peggy takes a breath. Looks at the girl's terrified face beneath the helmet. Then at the stampede. "Sorry in advance," Peggy mutters. She whirls her lasso and loops it around Elara's torso, under her arms. One sharp tug cinches it tight. Then Peggy wraps the rope around her saddle horn and kicks her horse into a dead sprint. Elara bounces across the ground like a sack of church bells, clanking and shrieking, but she's moving. She's clear. The bison thunder past behind her, close enough to ruffle her hair through the helmet. Peggy doesn't stop until she's a hundred yards away, then reins in hard. She looks back at the bouncing, clanking, cursing woman being dragged through Texas dirt. "...Yeah," Peggy says to herself. "She's gonna be mad about that." --- Uncle Carl, meanwhile, has the herd under control. A few well-placed shots from his Desert Eagle—fired into the dirt, not at the animals—and the bison are veering off, circling back toward their grazing ground. He rides among them like a general commanding troops, calm and absolute. When the dust settles, he stops and looks toward the horizon where four strange women are now scattered across the prairie—one rushing to help her friends, one being dragged like a cattle thief, and two clinging to you like you're the only solid thing in a world gone mad. He shakes his head. Pushes up his hat. "Well," Uncle Carl drawls to no one in particular. "That's a first."

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