Barbed- Wire pt 2
Scott sat eating his lunch, and for some reason he couldn't get the feeling something was
wrong out of his head. He was quiet, and Murdock found himself talking to the stone statue that
he thought was his son.
"Scott, is something wrong." asked Murdock as he put his hand on Scotts' shoulder.
"I don't know Murdock I keep feeling something is wrong, and I need to get moving."
"Well perhaps its just a need to finish your work?"
"I doubt that" He threw down his napkin and go up from the table. He grabbed his hat
and headed out the door. It was Johnny, he could feel it. Boy would Johnny think he was nuts if
he was wrong, but he had better be sure.
Johnny lay on the ground, gritting his teeth against the pain. Pain was everywhere. He
was sure he would not wont to be near barbed wire ever again after this. He looked over at the
two brothers. Dan lay on the ground his lips bloody, and his eye turning black. Jack stood over
him and kicked dirt at him. Then turned to Johnny.
He grabbed a post from the ground and using it he rolled Johnny across the ground.
Enjoying the sight of the blood showing up in little pools all over his body. He most enjoyed the
look on Johnnys' face as he tried and failed to hide the pain, or the small cry that escaped his lips.
Johnnys' eyes met the icy blue ones, and the other man shivered at the hatred and the deadly
promise in them. He knew he had to kill him and quick, he would be the one who died if he
didn't.
"Dan, get over here now." His brother got up and moved over to him. He wiped the
blood on his sleeve, and looked at the man on the ground.
"I'm sorry Madrid."
"Shut up Dan, he deserves it."
"No he doesn't. No man deserves to be put in that wire. It ain't human. Killing him,
is one thing, but not that."
"You won't hang if you let me go, Dan."
"Unless you won't to end up like him, you will do what I say.You are my brother,
not his."
Scott was out of sight, but near enough to see what was happening to his brother.
He was livid with anger. He felt like killing them slowly, and with barbed-wire. But he knew he
couldn't do that, he had to act fast. He watched.
Jack, pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Johnny."Now we will finish this, since
this is the way you wont it Dan. I'll finish it." He turned back to Johnny. He looked into his eyes,
and saw no fear,and he didn't beg for his life, as Jack had hoped.
Just then a gunshot sounded, and Jack crumbled to the ground. Dan looked at his
brother, watching his eyes glaze over. He backed up with his hand high. Scott moved over, still
covering, Dan. He stopped by his brother. He glanced down at him, seeing the pain,and the
gratefulness in his eyes. He turned to Dan.
"You, if you won't to live, get those wire cutters and start cutting the wire off my
brother." Dan moved over to the cutters, and spoke.
"I wont cause any trouble, this wasn't my idea, it was my brothers."
Scott leaned down by Johnny."Boy you sure do get into trouble when I am gone."
"Yeah, but at least only one of us is in this wire. Thanks Boston."
"No problem Johnny my boy, but you owe my a bullet, and a beer."
"A deal, when I get out.." he winched in pain..."of this."
Dan cut wire, and pulled it away from Johnny, and Scott felt every pull
himself. He felt the pain as he watched the wire pulled out of his brothers' flesh. Saw how it cut,
and snagged the skin. It seems to take hours for Dan to finish, but only twenty minutes. When the
last of it was cut and away. Scott motioned Dan away.
Scott leaned over his brother, and thought his brother was unconsious since he
didn't move, but he opened his eyes. Scott pulled him up and moved him into the shade. Opeing
his canteen, he gave Johnny a drink. Then damped the neckerchief he wiped his face.He had to
get Johnny home and quick.He'd use the wagon that held the supplies.
The wagon ride home was agony to Johnny. No matter how he lay it hurt, and
the wagons movement made it worse. Scott clenched his teeth at the sound of the moans coming
from the back on the wagon as he drove.
The wagon came to a stop in front of the house, and Scott was glad to see
some of the hands moving over. They all looked at Johnny and then to Scott, then to Dan, who
was tied up next to Scott. They wonted to hang the man. Scott shook his head at them, knowing
their thoughts.
Murdock came outside and over to the wagon. His eyes misted as he looked
at his youngest. He put his hand on his foot. Johnnys' eyes met his for a moment. The men gently
as they could lifted the young man and carried him into the house and up the stairs to his room.
There they placed him on his bed. Scott and Murdock began to undress him, just as Teresa came
into the room, she had several bottles and towels in her hands. A bowl of hot water as well. Her
eyes on Johnny. Murdock looked up.
"Thanks honey, we'll take care of him."He said as he saw her expression. She left the
room. Johnny clothes were torn and as the tried to gently remove his shirt, the fabric stuck to his
wounds and pulled the little jagged edges of his flesh. He shut his eyes tight.
When they had him undressed, they could see there were hundreds of ragged cuts, and
torn flesh everywhere. Several places were large and long and would need stitching. They looked
at each other over the bed, their eyes held for a moment and then they turned back to the man on
the bed. Each with the towels and water they began to bath the wounds, and clean them, as
Johnny at the end of his indurance passed out, his hands relaxing their death grip on the sheets.
Murdock and Scott were waiting downstairs for the doctor to finish his work. Both
were sitting drinking coffee, their eyes glued to the stairs. When finally the doctor came down.
He saw their look and he smiled.
"He'll be fine, after a long rest for a few days in bed, and those wound kept clean. I
gave him something to make him sleep. With those wounds he will have trouble resting, so I left
some more powders by the bed for him. It's lucky for him, you found him when you did. That cut
on his neck and the one on his leg, a little deeper and he would have bled to death."
:"Thanks Doc."
"No problem."
Scott ran up the stairs to his brothers room, and sat in the chair by his bed. He
reached out and touched his brothers' arm. He had almost lost him, if it hadn't been for that
feeling, he wouldn't have made it in time. He looked up and said a silent thank you.
When he looked down he saw Johnnys' eyes were open and on him. They were
a little glassy from the medication. He smiled, and Scott reached out and squeezed his hand.
The end.
Scott sat eating his lunch, and for some reason he couldn't get the feeling something was
wrong out of his head. He was quiet, and Murdock found himself talking to the stone statue that
he thought was his son.
"Scott, is something wrong." asked Murdock as he put his hand on Scotts' shoulder.
"I don't know Murdock I keep feeling something is wrong, and I need to get moving."
"Well perhaps its just a need to finish your work?"
"I doubt that" He threw down his napkin and go up from the table. He grabbed his hat
and headed out the door. It was Johnny, he could feel it. Boy would Johnny think he was nuts if
he was wrong, but he had better be sure.
Johnny lay on the ground, gritting his teeth against the pain. Pain was everywhere. He
was sure he would not wont to be near barbed wire ever again after this. He looked over at the
two brothers. Dan lay on the ground his lips bloody, and his eye turning black. Jack stood over
him and kicked dirt at him. Then turned to Johnny.
He grabbed a post from the ground and using it he rolled Johnny across the ground.
Enjoying the sight of the blood showing up in little pools all over his body. He most enjoyed the
look on Johnnys' face as he tried and failed to hide the pain, or the small cry that escaped his lips.
Johnnys' eyes met the icy blue ones, and the other man shivered at the hatred and the deadly
promise in them. He knew he had to kill him and quick, he would be the one who died if he
didn't.
"Dan, get over here now." His brother got up and moved over to him. He wiped the
blood on his sleeve, and looked at the man on the ground.
"I'm sorry Madrid."
"Shut up Dan, he deserves it."
"No he doesn't. No man deserves to be put in that wire. It ain't human. Killing him,
is one thing, but not that."
"You won't hang if you let me go, Dan."
"Unless you won't to end up like him, you will do what I say.You are my brother,
not his."
Scott was out of sight, but near enough to see what was happening to his brother.
He was livid with anger. He felt like killing them slowly, and with barbed-wire. But he knew he
couldn't do that, he had to act fast. He watched.
Jack, pulled out his pistol and aimed it at Johnny."Now we will finish this, since
this is the way you wont it Dan. I'll finish it." He turned back to Johnny. He looked into his eyes,
and saw no fear,and he didn't beg for his life, as Jack had hoped.
Just then a gunshot sounded, and Jack crumbled to the ground. Dan looked at his
brother, watching his eyes glaze over. He backed up with his hand high. Scott moved over, still
covering, Dan. He stopped by his brother. He glanced down at him, seeing the pain,and the
gratefulness in his eyes. He turned to Dan.
"You, if you won't to live, get those wire cutters and start cutting the wire off my
brother." Dan moved over to the cutters, and spoke.
"I wont cause any trouble, this wasn't my idea, it was my brothers."
Scott leaned down by Johnny."Boy you sure do get into trouble when I am gone."
"Yeah, but at least only one of us is in this wire. Thanks Boston."
"No problem Johnny my boy, but you owe my a bullet, and a beer."
"A deal, when I get out.." he winched in pain..."of this."
Dan cut wire, and pulled it away from Johnny, and Scott felt every pull
himself. He felt the pain as he watched the wire pulled out of his brothers' flesh. Saw how it cut,
and snagged the skin. It seems to take hours for Dan to finish, but only twenty minutes. When the
last of it was cut and away. Scott motioned Dan away.
Scott leaned over his brother, and thought his brother was unconsious since he
didn't move, but he opened his eyes. Scott pulled him up and moved him into the shade. Opeing
his canteen, he gave Johnny a drink. Then damped the neckerchief he wiped his face.He had to
get Johnny home and quick.He'd use the wagon that held the supplies.
The wagon ride home was agony to Johnny. No matter how he lay it hurt, and
the wagons movement made it worse. Scott clenched his teeth at the sound of the moans coming
from the back on the wagon as he drove.
The wagon came to a stop in front of the house, and Scott was glad to see
some of the hands moving over. They all looked at Johnny and then to Scott, then to Dan, who
was tied up next to Scott. They wonted to hang the man. Scott shook his head at them, knowing
their thoughts.
Murdock came outside and over to the wagon. His eyes misted as he looked
at his youngest. He put his hand on his foot. Johnnys' eyes met his for a moment. The men gently
as they could lifted the young man and carried him into the house and up the stairs to his room.
There they placed him on his bed. Scott and Murdock began to undress him, just as Teresa came
into the room, she had several bottles and towels in her hands. A bowl of hot water as well. Her
eyes on Johnny. Murdock looked up.
"Thanks honey, we'll take care of him."He said as he saw her expression. She left the
room. Johnny clothes were torn and as the tried to gently remove his shirt, the fabric stuck to his
wounds and pulled the little jagged edges of his flesh. He shut his eyes tight.
When they had him undressed, they could see there were hundreds of ragged cuts, and
torn flesh everywhere. Several places were large and long and would need stitching. They looked
at each other over the bed, their eyes held for a moment and then they turned back to the man on
the bed. Each with the towels and water they began to bath the wounds, and clean them, as
Johnny at the end of his indurance passed out, his hands relaxing their death grip on the sheets.
Murdock and Scott were waiting downstairs for the doctor to finish his work. Both
were sitting drinking coffee, their eyes glued to the stairs. When finally the doctor came down.
He saw their look and he smiled.
"He'll be fine, after a long rest for a few days in bed, and those wound kept clean. I
gave him something to make him sleep. With those wounds he will have trouble resting, so I left
some more powders by the bed for him. It's lucky for him, you found him when you did. That cut
on his neck and the one on his leg, a little deeper and he would have bled to death."
:"Thanks Doc."
"No problem."
Scott ran up the stairs to his brothers room, and sat in the chair by his bed. He
reached out and touched his brothers' arm. He had almost lost him, if it hadn't been for that
feeling, he wouldn't have made it in time. He looked up and said a silent thank you.
When he looked down he saw Johnnys' eyes were open and on him. They were
a little glassy from the medication. He smiled, and Scott reached out and squeezed his hand.
The end.