[ Chapter 4 - "Percy's Pistol" ]

He had ridden back into the heart of town with supplies he would need to make her stay with him as comfortable as it could ever be. Harry had told him that within two weeks he would take his family with him with expectations of being put up for all the days and nights they would stay close to him—they would help him explore the unknown woman; they would help him get his answers.

Harry hadn't been the only person around that could offer him help, but he was the only one that would keep it all a secret. He was the only one that has respected him from the beginning because he understood his reasoning for living the way he did, and he was the only one to genuinely like him for the person he was.

Percy was a sorry excuse for a human being in the town's eyes, but nobody could touch him. So as he stood there in the middle of the dirt road, he aimed his gun foolishly at a few of the townspeople. Wailing like a spoiled brat, he spoke of his father and how there was nothing he couldn't have or get—from anyone, because of his connection.

"Jackass." Muttered an annoyed deputy. "Sit down, Percy, before you fall down..." He paced casually in front of the saloon doors.

He erupted into a drunken laugh. "I ain't gonna fall down, but I'll ya what, Deputy...if anyone's gonna fall to their knees it'll be because I put 'em there." He waved the gun around; his finger slightly pulling back on the trigger just to get a few gasps out of those that surrounded him.

"Goddamn it, Percy, put down that pistol!" He barked. "Ya keep messin' 'round and you're gonna find yourself in a whole heap of trouble."

"Yeah? Who says—you?" He wailed with silliness. "I know ya know who my Pa is-"

"Your daddy won't be able to save ya this time. I'll see to it." He took a step towards. "I'm warnin' ya Percy. Ya make one more wave wit that pistol and you'll be held up in the county jail for longer than ya think."

A surge of anger cruised through him. He gritted his teeth and fired away at the Deputy's feet. "HA!" He slurred with laughter and drunkenness. "That's right Deputy—get on the good foot!" He pulled back on the pistol again and fired again. "Go on! Get on the good foot!"

A few women shrieked wildly as they ran for cover. A few men stood, without any weapons, unsure of what to do besides protect any women and children they could see.

"GODDAMN IT PERCY!" The deputy hollered. "CUT THE SHIT BEFORE YA DO SOMETHING STUPID!"

He dropped the gun to his side and giggled. "Ya should have seen your face, Deputy..." He raised his arm again and without thinking, he pulled back on the trigger. The bullet that escaped from the mouth of his gun hit the deputy right in the shoulder. Falling to the ground, he groaned in pain. "Oh..." He was at a loss of words and momentarily he felt as if he lost his senses. "No..." He shook his head as he dropped his pistol the ground, watching as those that were nearby ran over to help the deputy. "I didn't mean it..." He said more to himself than to them. His mouth opened slightly—his eyes held more shine. "Look, everybody..." He began as he noticed the rest of the law riding in on their horses, "I didn't mean it. I swear I didn't."

"Ya could have killed him, Percy." Said another deputy who climbed down from his horse. "Or anybody else here." He roughly grabbed him by the shoulder. "In ya go." He pulled him along to the wagon they had brought with them.

"I swear I didn't mean it!" He wailed.

"Always messin' 'round. I always knew you'd end up like this." He commented.

Perfect opened his mouth in disbelief as he tried to force himself away from his rough handling. "You know of my Pa is-"

"Everybody knows your daddy." He jerked him forcefully making sure that his body slammed against the side of the wagon. "You broke the law, son."

"Yeah well, my Pa'll ask about me. He'll come for me!"

"Anything your daddy says won't hold any water. Not this time, Percy. Ya shot a man with the intention to kill."

His fear eating away at him. "No! That ain't true! Damn it, it ain't the truth!" He tried to wrestle his way outside of the wagon, but the steel door was slammed shut and he was caged like a wild animal, the rusty bars being the only view he had to the outside world.

"Save your breath, Percy." Offered the Deputy who paused to look at him.

"Clinton!" He hollered as he pulled against the bars. "Tell my daddy about this—won't you? Won't you please tell my daddy about this?!"

He paused for a moment. After a slight breeze sailed past him, he gave him a small nod. "I'll tell him."