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Chapter Eleven
Jesse wanted time to think so far McKay hadn't shown any signs of coming out or relinquishing the gold to him. He looked out of the broken window and stared at the first freight car, it was too quiet and it unnerved him. He glanced over a Clint who was looking out of the other window, Clint just shrugged his shoulders. Jessie could hear his brother in the background rambling on to the marshal and he was getting on his nerves
"Aye Jess can't I have some fun with him" Tommy grabbed his crotch to show what type he meant, Dean pulled back with total disgust written across his face.
When Jessie didn't answer Tommy carried on "I bet that mouth of his sings prettier than a two bit whore, Jess"
Dean leaned forward as far has his robes would allowed "you shove your dick in my mouth and I'll swear to god I'll bite it off" Dean replied
He ran his knife over Dean's lips "maybe I should shove this here knife in that pretty mouth of yours instead"
Before Dean had a chance to come back with a witty reply he and Tommy both turned towards Jessie as he yelled out "God damn it, can't you be quite I'm trying to think over here" returned his attention back to the window "Go back and help Ned or Jim, I don't care which"
"Awe Jess you promised me I could have me some fun" Tommy replied making no effort to follow his brother's orders and leave
Clint saw it coming but he knew better than to interfere when Jessie was in one of his moods
Still squatting down in front of Dean Tommy didn't see his brother walk away from the window and his booted foot flying towards him, he just felt the pain as it kicked him in his side; the kick sent Tommy flying back losing his knife in the process, he fell into some wooden crates splitting one of the crates open "You do as you're told or I take my belt off to you"
Tommy scrambled away from the crates and his approaching brother, forgetting about his knife in his haste, when Jessie threatened him with the belt he knew he had done something to upset him, he hated making him angry "Jessie I'm sorry"
"Get out of my sight" Jessie yelled
No way did Tommy want the feel of Jessie's belt on his back again so Tommy jumped to his feet as fast as he could and ran from the freight car to the safety of the first car.
Dean watched the interaction between the two brothers he had seen where the knife had fallen as he worked to loosen the robes around his wrists, he needed to draw the outlaw's attention away from the abandoned knife and the only way he knew how was to draw the outlaw's attention on to him, he sensed that things weren't going the outlaw's way "McKay isn't going to just hand over the gold, you know"
Jessie Dalton looked down at his captive shooting him a fiery look, which didn't frighten Dean, one bit. Jessie walked round Dean's outstretched legs. One thing Jessie hated was being told something he already knew; he kicked the marshal in his wounded leg.
Dean sucked in air as white hot pain ran down his leg. Jessie placed his cowboy booted foot over the knife wound and pressed down. Dean virtually jumped off the floor as he screamed out in agony.
"I don't need a two bit marshal telling me about Marshal Gregory McKay" Jessie spat as if the word marshal was something distasteful on his tongue, he released the pressure on Dean's leg and squatted down in front of him. Removing the tin badge from Dean's waistcoat he drove the pin part deep into Dean's chest, Jessie watched the marshal suck in air "McKay is one cold bastard, doesn't care about anyone or anything except that tiny tin badge of the law" Jessie huffed "Well McKay's twisted version of the law"
Taking out his knife from his sheath and with a few quick flicks the buttons of Dean's waistcoat dropped off, he did the same with Dean's shirt until he saw skin. "You heard that McKay?" Jessie stood and walked over to the broken window "It's McKay's law, you like that wouldn't you to have the law named after your twisted version?" His question was met with silence.
Out of the corner of his eye Dean could just make out what was in the broken grate; poking through the hole was stick of dynamite. Dean looked away knowing that Jessie and the other outlaw Clint was oblivious to what was in the grate.
Jessie walked back over and squatted down in front of his captive, with the tip of his knife he ran it over Dean's chest stopping over his heart, "You think it right marshal that McKay should shoot an unarmed man in the back?" he slowly started to twist the knife into the marshal's chest, he watch with delight has the knife broke through his skin and he saw blood.
Between gritted teeth his chest was on fire Dean's answer was simple "No"
Clint walked away from window he tired of watching out; this was getting them nowhere. Walking over to the grates he decided to take his frustration out of them, he kicked the already damaged one and was surprised when it split completely open to reveal its contents.
"Jessie, we can't blow them out"
Jessie turned from torturing the marshal and looked at the sticks of dynamite
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Sam watched his brother being led out of the car, Dean was limping badly and knowing his brother he was masking a hell of lot more pain. Sam turned and looked at Shane, no words were spoken but Shane saw it in Sam's eyes that he wanted his help.
Ned Morgan empty the remaining contents of the whiskey bottle down his throat and slung the bottle onto the floor where it rolled down the car, he climbed to his feet and headed down the car stopping in front of Sam "Aye you guard got any more?"
Sam looked down the car towards the end seat; Morgan followed Sam's eyes grabbing Sam by his arm and yanking him from his seat. "Go get me more" he poked his gun in Sam's rib "now", Ned pushed Sam in the direction he had been looking.
Sam could feel Ned Morgan's eyes boring into his back as he moved down the car, ahead of him he saw the salesman on the back bench seat lifting his suitcase full of samples off the floor.
The forty year old liquor salesman had defiantly decided he was too old to be a travelling around the Wild West. It was time to find a good woman and settle down "Good luck I hope he chokes on it" he told Sam.
Sam took the case from him "Thanks, I really appreciate this". He headed back up the car towards the gunslinger. Ned Morgan literally snatched the suitcase from Sam's grip; instantly waving his gun at Sam to seat back down.
Ned Morgan watched the train guard sit back down; he suddenly spun round gun pointing ready to shot as he heard the door to the car open.
As Jim entered the car he reached for his gun as he saw Ned spin round and point his gun at him, only relaxing when he saw the recognition of who he was on Ned's face "Little jumpy there Ned?"
"Shouldn't sneak up on me like that" Ned replied as his eyes roamed over the passengers
"Who was sneaking?" Jim replied walking down the car his eyes fell on Noah "The marshal and I have some unfinished business" he pulled Noah from his seat pushing him towards the door leading to the second coach car.
Ned Morgan returned his attention to the suitcase, keeping his eye on his captives he opened it and whistled, he thought he had died and gone to heaven. There were bottles of whiskey, gin and bourbon, he chose one and sat back down on his seat. This time when the car door opened again and Tommy virtually stumbled in he didn't flinch. "What's up with you?" he asked
"Ain't done nothing" Tommy replied looking flustered
"Yeah right, then why are you running away from big brother's belt" Ned asked, the bottle of whiskey gripped tight against his chest.
"Ain't done nothing wrong"
"Sure you didn't" Ned replied in a disbelieving tone before he took another swig of whiskey
"Just wanted some fun" Tommy sulked, his eyes lit up as they fell on the suitcase of liquor, Jessie wasn't going to stop him having some fun. He grabbed a bottle of gin and took a long drink.
"Aye go easy there" Ned warned him
"Jess ain't here" Tommy held his arms out and spun round in a circle bottle in one hand
Everyone stopped when they heard the scream of pain that came from the adjoining freight car. Anger flared up in Sam he gripped the sides of the bench seats the bastards was hurting Dean. He looked from the gunslinger to the half-wit and back he had to do something soon before they killed his brother
"Sounds like Jessie having fun" Ned Morgan pointed out his voice slightly slurry.
Tommy seemed to contemplate for a moment how he was going to get his fun, he walked down the car, see the train guard he stopped "Ain't forgotten you busted my nose" he pointed his finger at Sam before moving on towards Sister Hannah. He slid on the bench seat next to her "Ain't it time we got to know each other" he licked his lips suggestively
"Where's Father George?" she asked politely
Tommy giggled taking another long drink of the gin, it warmed his throat on the way down "Jessie, he's my brother he crucified him, Jessie don't believe in god or the law"
"O my lord" realising what she had said she made the sign of the cross across her body and prayed for forgiveness.
Tommy leaned in to smell her scent; he looked down at her ample bosoms, he licked his lips and took another drink of gin as he watched them rise and fall as she breathed. His thoughts were dirty which made his dick ach for release. He couldn't wait no longer taking one last swig of the gin he threw the bottle aside and attacked the sister, ripping her clothes open to reveal those silky warm bosoms he knew she was hiding. As she screamed he slapped her across the face, pinning her arms down at her sides.
Without thinking Sam was out of his seat and across the car pulling Tommy off Sister Hannah as Tommy was slapping her again for screaming. Overpowering the drunken half-wit Sam went for Tommy's holstered gun, he was surprised how easy he was able to take it from him as he brought it swiftly down across the back of Tommy's head.
Ned Morgan was laughing at first at the sight of Tommy raping the sister until he saw the train guard jump to her aid; jumping up from his seat he pulled out his gun and fired at the train guard.
Having knocked out the half-wit outlaw Sam turned his attention to the gunslinger, but he was too late he heard the shot and then felt pain and suddenly he was falling.
TBC
