Title: The O.K. Corral
Characters: Jack Sparrow and Hector Barbossa
Summary: After having been left in the Painted Desert, Jack gets his revenge in the way of the Old West.
The heat wave that hit Tombstone, Arizona was unbearable and it brought in all sorts of customers and undesirables into the small saloon, including one man who had chosen to sit alone in the shadowy corner near the back of the place to watch those who came in to escape the scorching heat outside. Though inside the saloon was no different with the number of people inside trying to relax either with a glass of whiskey or scotch, playing a round of cards with friends and new acquaintances, watching the horrible entertainment or smoking their cigarillos and cigars. The latter one tended to introduce additional heat and stifling, choking air to the already hot place.
But to Jackie "Sparrow" James, no relation to Jessie James who was a similar outlaw to himself, wasn't interested in the entertainment or paid little attention to how uncomfortable it was in the saloon. His attention was riveted on a single patron who was busy playing a hand of poker with a group of other unsavory men and delicately balancing a voluptuous woman on his leg as he smoked a cigar and drank whiskey. Sitting at a nearby table and keeping an eye on the other card players was a red Indian, dressed in a weathered duster and pants over a stained shirt and sporting a beaten gentleman's hat with an eagle's feather.
Jack had business with the man whose back the Indian was watching out for. Business that could be settled only one way and he knew the other was not going to like it one bit. But Jack did not plan on letting him even have one moment to like or dislike it. A man who had been buried to his head in the middle of the desert and left there to rot and suffer, since dying wasn't an option for him, and having his favored horse stolen from him; Jack wanted to make sure that Blackheart Hector didn't know what was coming to him until it finally came to him.
So he continued to watch the former pirate turned gunfighter, bank and train robber and cattle rustler entertain himself with the woman in his lap and the pile of bills and coin that was growing in front of him. Jack wouldn't make his move until the current entertainment ended its act and the main show began for that was when no one would notice a single man moving through the crowd to his target, more importantly Hector and Coyote Jim would not notice him, which is what he wanted.
The cowboys and outlaws, civilians and soldiers that occupied the saloon finished booing and throwing glasses at the poor comedic act that was a sad looking clown who looked like he had one too many to drink and was in need of another. He looked more like he belonged in one of Wild Bills shows further north than in a place like this. The clown jeered at the unruly men and gestured dismissively at them as he made his way off the stage and as soon as he was gone everyone quieted down and went back to their drinks and conversations until the main show started.
Jack took a measured sip of his whiskey and allowed his eyes to drift to the parting red curtains. He allowed small grin to cross his lips as the men began to get rowdy once more and cat call and wolf whistle as a very comely singer stepped out in revealing attire and began to sing. Her voice silenced the men for only a few moments until she started to dance enticingly to them and the crowd once more became rowdy.
By midway through the act, Jack was already moving through the rowdy men and as he drew closer to the table of his intended destination, he could see that Hector was enjoying the show as much as the rest of the men in the saloon. But that enjoyment and the smirking grin on his face was soon washed away in a wave of dread and surprise as Jack Sparrow suddenly appeared in his field of vision pointing a ivory handled and silver barreled Peacemaker .45 in his face.
"I've waited six months for this," Jack said as his finger squeezed the trigger. "Hello and good-bye, Hector."