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Ya Won't Believe What Happened
Moses POV:
Sittin' in an office waitin' on Bad Frank wasn't the high light of my day, I can tell ya that. The man was s'posed to be here by 8 sharp an' of course he was no where to be seen. Uncle Perry sat behind his desk, leisurely in his chair might I add, while Ole Rand'l was slumped in the leather sofa adjacent to my uncle's desk. I was stuck sittin' in a chair near my uncle since he wanted me to learn what joys an' justices the law can truly bring and uphold. His words, not mine. I didn't give two shits 'bout the law. In my opinion it didn't seem to do jack-shit t'stop all this killin' of both families, Hatfield and McCoy.
I was 'bout to excuse myself, go outside for a smoke, whenever the door bell chimed. Reckon the man of the hour finally arrived, late too. Bad Frank limped thru the door. Well, actually he looked more like he had a stick up his ass rather then a bad limp. He respectfully tilted his black hat at my uncle while greeting him with a grated, "Mornin', Mr. Cline." As he sat down he looked over at Ole Rand'l while simply sayin', "Mornin', Mr. MCCoy." The drunk McCoy just glared at the ex-pinkerton. Said ex-pinkerton in turn looked at me and simply gave me a respectful nod in greetin'.
"Mornin', Mr. Phillips. Glad that you made it." Uncle Perry politely greeted the shady lookin' man, noddin' his head at him with a slick grin pullin' his mustache up on his upper lip.
"So, this meetin's bout how you want me t'bring your heathen murderers to justice." Wow, Bad Frank was a blunt bastard. He got right down to business, not lettin' Uncle Perry recite his snake-tongued speech. Too bad, I was lookin' forward to the bullshit my uncle was gonna spew out as a reasonable speech.
"I hear you were a lawman, Mr. Phillips." My uncle shot back at Bad Frank, eyein' him up and down."
Leanin' back in his chair the man nodded 'fore his deep an' rough voice broke the small silent lull in the room with, "Yes, I was a pinkerton outta Louisville til Hatfield relatives shot me in the back; left me wit' my limp."
"Why do you think you're qualified for this?" Perry really was treating this like a job interview. I fought back the urge to roll my eye at my uncle. Really, why he's qualified? Uh, let's think for a quick second here, he killed an' scalped Skunk Hair. That a qualification for ya?
"Mr. Cline, I'm the best man here to do the job. None better then me." Bad Frank bragged, a cocky smirk on his face. Quickly he added to his braggin' with the revelation of, "In my youth I rode with Jesse and Frank James, even witnessed Wild Bill shoot an' kill a man." Oh shit, he's a ruthless killer. I'll have to warn my sister about this guy. Somebody that rode with Jesse James ain't somebody to be trifled with.
Uncle Perry's eyes widened and his jaw quivered. He looked like he was 'bout to swallow his teeth as he stuttered out, "I wasn't aware that you were once an outlaw."
"That was before I was washed in the blood and cleaned of all my sins by our lord and savior, Jesus Christ." The ex-outlaw pinkerton remarked with a slow and over dramatic nod of his head.
"Y'don't act Christian." And you do, Rand'l? Please, shut up ya damn drunk.
"I'm a warrior for god, Mr. McCoy." Bad Frank assured Rand'l, who just rolled his eyes and dug his flask outta his jacket pocket.
Yea, bet he ain't…
"Well, MR. Phillips, it seems you've got the job. I'll make arrangements to get you officially deputized as a Marshall."
"Thank you, Mr. Cline." Bad Frank tilted his hat. Standin' up he said, "I'm gonna go and start gatherin' up a posse to deputized."
And in the quick snap of fingers Bad Frank was officially the head of the blood thirsty marauders that's mission was to hunt down and kill my Hatfield family. Shit…this ain't good at all.
I wasn't expecctin' havin' to bring Mariah over to the main Hatfield house to see Robert E., but that's what I'm currently doin'. Earlier when I was passin' by the woods near the Wolford house I never thought I'd be met with the sight of a tear-stained and near hysterical lookin' Mariah standin' by a tree waitin' for me to pass by. Turns out her brother, the mailman, went to a barn dance the other night to fetch a drunk Jefferson and bring him home to his pregnant wife, but got stabbed and gut-shot by the drunk instead. Mariah was so upset 'bout it, even more so since her sister Sarah was more worried that Jefferson and ran off to hide then about the death of Fred. Guess her husband came before her brother, shitty if ya ask me. So, of course, after Mariah told me what happened and why she needed to see Robert E. I agreed to take her to him. Unfortunately, we made the ride out to the loggin' camp for nothin' since it was shut down. I knew the Hatfields must be home, so that's where I decided to take the girl on the back of my horse.
As I trotted up to the house of Devil Anse I noticed that many of the lumber workers were scattered about the grounds actin' as armed guards. Also, many men were buildin' and settin' up barricades made from logs an' chiseled pointed poles. Eh, reckon the security was due to the Parris thing. Many of the guards tipped their hats at me, causin' me to nod my head at them. Just 'bout everyone know how I was kin to the Hatfields, what I was doin' for them too wit' my spyin' and all.
As I got closer to the house and the hitchin' post I noticed that Jim Vance and Anna were sittin' on a porch step while their dogs sat next to them. He was polishin' his rifle while my niece just watched him. Nova was standin' on the ground flanked by Devil Anse and Levicy, it was clear that they were talkin' 'bout somethin'. Cap and Cotton were at the wood splittin' stump to the left of the porch, the latter holdin' a wooden pole while my brother-in-law chiseled a sharp point on it with a hatchet. I also noticed that Robert. E was nearby, helpin' tie pointed poles to the log-framed barricades with heavy rope.
I had just stopped my horse at the hitch post, near where my sister and her in-laws were at, whenever Mariah jumped off the horse and made a mad dash towards Robert E. while frantically shoutin', "Robert E., Robert E., ya won't believe what happened!"
I had eyes trained on me as I got down off my horse. Grabbin' the reigns and goin' to the post I simply shrugged, "I had'a bring her. She was waitin' for me in the woods I ride 'long." Hitchin' my horse I went on to explain, "She's upset and needed t'see Robert E. cause Jefferson McCoy killed her brother other night at a barn dance."
"What? He murdered is own kin?" Devil Anse asked, his brows furrowed, as he puffed heavily on his pipe.
"Kin by marriage, but ya he did." I nodded, leanin' an elbow on the post. "It was a typical McCoy killin' too." I made two quick stabbin' motions and then a shootin' one while dryly sayin', "Ya know, stick-stick shoot."
"Dear lord, he killed the mailman…" Nova heaved out in a long and heavy sigh, shakin' her head in disbelief.
"There goes everyone's letters an' packages. Stupid bastard." Jim Vance grumbled, shakin' his head as he cleaned his gun.
"But that ain't the reason why I'm here. Got some big news t'share." I told everybody, earnin' me curious looks from them.
"What is it, son?" Devil Anse asked, his pipe dangelin' on his lip from its spot stuck in the corner of his mouth.
"Bad Frank Phillips is now workin' for Perry Cline." I revealed, pulling my case of cigarettes from my pocket and placin' one in my mouth. Strikin' a match and lightin' up I added in, "He's in town right now signin' up men to join a deputized posse."
Before anyone could utter a word horse hooves trottin' up the path could be heard. Everyone looked to see who was comin' only to see Judge Wall Hatfield ridin' up. Hell, if he's makin' a visit somethin's up and it ain't too good either.
"Wall, nice of ya to come for a visit." Devil Anse told his brother, his deep cold voice rollin' amongst the clear spring air.
"I ain't here for a social call, it's more so to tell ya somethin'." The judge told his brother, a dead serious look in his eyes, as he rode up to the hitchin' post.
Devil Anse just nodded his head as Judge Wall dismounted his horse and tied it up. "So, you have somethin' to tell me." The devil prodded as the judge walked over to where I was standin' at.
Judge Wall let out a heavy sigh before blurtin' out the soul shatterin' news of, "Yesterday I married Johnse and Nancy McCoy."
Levicy's eyes bulged out of her head as she asked in a tremble, "You married them?"
"What?!" Nova exclaimed, fury in her cornflower blues and she gave Judge Wall a look that could cut down an entire army.
"It was reluctantly, I'll tell you that…" The judge sighed, trying to defend his actions. Eh, I don't think anything he says can make what he did any better. Should've never married 'em in the first place.
"Ah hell no…" I trailed out, rolling my eyes. Looks like Nutty Nancy's got her claws in Cassanova, somethin' that ain't good. Hell, what was with Johnse and McCoy girls anyways?
"How can a son of mine be so goddamn dumb?" Devil Anse rhetorically asked, givin' his wife a nasty stare. Pullin' his pipe from his mouth he pointed it towards Cap while shoutin', "Cap!"
"Yea, pa?" Cap asked, stoppin' his hackin' of the wooden pole and standin' up to look at his father.
"Go get your horse and fetch your brother." Anse ordered, wavin' his pipe at him in a go fetch gesture.
Cap just nodded his head, stuck his axe into the stump, and trudged off to go get his horse from the barn. Poor guy had to run after dumbass Johnse. Bet that was the high point of his day…
Novella POV:
How the hell did this happen? Johnse and Nancy, it didn't make any sense. She always bad mouthed Hatfields, claimed to hate them.
"Anse, I don't care how well ya fortify this place as long as Peckerwood Perry Cline's still out there postin' bounties you'll never be safe; this place's too close to the Tug." Wall told my father-in-law, saunterin' up to him/
"I think we sent Pikeville and Cline a notion of how we handle bounty hunters." Jim chuckled deeply, off the porch and over to where both Anse and Wall were at while he tipped his gun over his shoulder.
"Hell, Anse, ya'll be safer higher up in the mountains." Wall bluntly remarked, pointin' yonder in the direction the deep hills were in.
My husband rode by on his horse only for Levicy to run after him while shoutin' the command of, "Don't you let Johnse bring his new McCoy hussy with him!"
"Don't worry mama, I'll bring him home!" Cap called back to Levicy, ridin' by in a level pace.
"If he ain't at that still come right back here! I don't want'cha at his cabin cause she'll be there!" I ordered Cap, anxiety and fear laced in my voice, as I ran to stand next to my mother-in-law.
"I won't go near that bitch, sweetlin'!" My husband assured me in a shout before gallopin' off down the road.
Levicy was lookin' at me studiously which just caused me to quirk up a thin brow while askin', "What?"
She just patted my shoulder 'fore sighin', "We better get inside, get dinner started so the chil'ren can et." Not even waitin' for me to reply she walked by me, headin' to the house.
I was in the kitchen helpin' Levicy clear off the plates the chil'ren had left after finishin' their meals while the men sat 'round the table pickin' at the ham that was in the center of the table. Levicy was scrapin' food from one plate onto another as I carried some empty ones to the sink while Lias remarked, "So Randall wants his governor to get our governor to hand us over?"
"Yes, it's called extradition, Lias." Wall's deep voice sounded out from his spot at the table near Anse.
"No grounds for it since what transpired was an execution, not a murder. Even the Pikeville sheriff agreed it was lawful and refused to fetch the McCoy boys." I blurted out while makin' my way back over to the table to grab some more abandoned plates.
"Ah, yes, I forgot that Peckerwood Cline trained ya in the law." My judge uncle-in-law chuckled deeply, shakin' his head.
"Yes, which might prove bad for him now since I'm married to Cap." I smirked, grabbin' a plate an' scrappin' the leftovers from it onto another empty one while Levicy went over to the sink with some plates in her hands.
Jim looked over his shoulder from his spot lookin' out of the boarded-up windows, that only had an open slit for a gun to fight thru, and boasted, "Her brother's our spy an' he clerks for that snake."
"Seems that you're one step 'head of them in Kentucky after all."
"Here comes Cap and Johnse."
"How ya wanna play this, Levicy?" Devil Anse asked his wife, leanin' his elbows on the table.
"Not by pushin' and pullin' like the last one. Ya want to break 'em up, get her to hate him." Levicy boldly said in her syrupy tone, a hard look on her flawless features, as she stood near the counter with a hand on her apron covered hip.
"She's right, once a woman hates a man the marriage is over." I remarked, walkin' over to the sink with some dishes. Placin' them into the sink I opened up about my own hatred for my first husband with the hard flowin' remark of, "After bein' locked out of the room my boy was dyin' in I hated the bastard that done it…took up with Cap and didn't think twice 'bout it."
The men just nodded their heads at me while Levicy gave me a knowing look. Jim walked over to the table right as the door opened. I was at the counter with Levicy whenever Johnse entered the house, wearin' his oversized floppy hat, followed by my husband. Cap had a cold look on his face as he took off his hat and trudged over to take a seat at the end of the table. Johnse took a seat at the table while me and Levicy went over to there with some plates and silverware for Johnse, Cap, and Jim.
"Take your hat off when you're inside." Levicy scolded her son, snatchin' the hat right off his head, after placin' his plate and silverware infront of him.
Cap and Jim both gave me a tilted look as I placed their plates and silverware in front of them. They were silently tellin' me that this dinner was goin' to be mighty interestin'. I just nodded my head at them, silently agreein' to their silent statement, before goin' back to the counter to grab a pot of vegetables to divvy out.
"So, how's married life treatin' ya?" Wall asked Johnse in a deep and sarcastic tone as he poured some whiskey into his cup.
"Fine. Suits me just fine; right to the ground, Uncle Wall." Johnse said a snap as he grabbed the carvin' knife an' fork off the meat platter, quickly cuttin' some slices of ham for himself.
"Pickin' a ham supper ov'r a cummin' McCoy bride. Hell, she must be a lousy ass cook." Uncle Jim chortled in a loud sneer as Johnse placed his ham on his plate.
"Hey, that's my wife you're talkin' bout." The golden haired man spat warnin'ly at his crochety uncle as he dropped the servin' utensils on the platter.
"Hatfield's nothin', but just a name on a piece of paper. Don't mean nothin'." Cap shook his head, starin' his older brother down coldly with his mismatched eyes, 'fore grabbin' himself some ham.
I gave my husband a thin smirk, showin' him that I remembered how he told me the same exact thing after he found out I married Tolbert, and rubbed his shoulder before ploppin' a large spoonful of beans onto his plate. Cap just smirked back at me as he placed his meat on his plate.
"Don't expect to bring her here like the last one." Anse remarked as Jim began to carve himself some ham. Pointin' his pipe at his newlywed son he remarked in a dead even tone, "Things said ain't for McCoy ears."
"I didn't bring her now, did I?" Johnse sarcastically quipped as he scooped some of the potatoes Levicy had just plopped onto his plate.
Levicy smacked Johnse in the back of the head while orderin' in a syrupy snap, "Don't ya sass your father."
Johnse nodded his head 'fore hangin' it down, lookin' much like a scolded puppy-dog. I just shook my head and placed a scoop of beans onto his plate before returnin' the pot to the counter. When I reached the counter Levicy handed me a plate full of sides while motionin' for me to take a seat next to my husband, to et somethin' since I was most likely carryin' twins. A revelation that excited my husband, made him feel cocky and proud that his seed sprouted up twins inside of me.
As I took my place on my Cap's left side, causin' me to also be next to Johnse, Levicy came up to the table with the biscuit pan in her hand. Placin' a biscuit on all of the plates at the end of the table, while I was cuttin' some ham off the platter and puttin' it on my plate, she told her son, "Only reason we're in this mess is cause of your horn-dog ways."
"Damnit…" Johnse sighed, shakin' his head as he stabbed some meat with his fork. In a long sigh he revealed, "It's not her, she treats me just fine, but it's her bone-head brother that's the problem." Me, Cap, and Jim all shared a curious look. We knew what Jefferson had done to the mailman so we were curious to hear how the dumb drunk was a problem to Johnse. The man that looked like he was carved from cream cheese quickly added with a heavy whined sigh, "He's turnin' my honeymoon into misery."
"Jefferson McCoy, heard he killed a mailman the other day." Cap remarked with the tilt of his head and raised brows as he held his fork mid-air.
Johnse nodded, his mouth full of food, as he remarked, "Yea, got a reward out on him too."
Cap and Jim looked at each other, hidin' the grins on their faces, while hatchin' up a plan. Oh, those two were gonna go after Jefferson, I knew it just by the mischievous glints shinin' in their eyes. Lookin' over at his nephew, Uncle Jim asked in his rough crochety tone, "How much is the reward?"
"Hundred dollars maybe." Johnse shrugged before shovin' a scoop of mashed potatoes into his mouth.
"Harborin' a McCoy with a price on his head's dangerous." Anse sternly told his son, wavin' his pipe at him.
"Nancy says it's her civic duty to protect him; he's her brother." My brother-in-law sighed, his shoulders slumped in a defeated stance. It was clear as day that he didn't want to be helpin' Jefferson hide out.
"Oh, what a model citizen." Jim sarcastically scoffed, rollin' his eyes a bit dramatically too.
"Well, son, we just want to see you happy." Levicy told Johnse, comin' up behind him and rubbin' his shoulders. "How 'bout ya take some time 'way to clear your head. Go huntin' with your pa."
At that remark everyone looked at each other and knew that Levicy had just given the go ahead for Cap and Jim to hunt down Jefferson, bring him in either dead or alive for the reward. Poor Johnse was the only one that was clueless 'bout what was goin' on since he just nodded his head and said, "Okay, I can go huntin' with daddy."
"Haven't been huntin' for a spell, be good t'do so." Devil Anse told his eldest son while risin' from the table and walkin' over to the fireplace nearby. As he puffed on his pipe Levicy walked over to him, pattin' him on the arm.
"Huntin' trip's better then stayin' home an' watchin' my lay 'bout brother-in-law drink up all my whiskey profits." Johnse remarked, cementin' that he would take off with his father t'morrow to go huntin', 'fore ettin' a slice of ham.
"Amen to that." Jim chuckled loudly, his belly jigglin' a bit, while Cap just grinned an' took a swig from his flask.
Me, Cap, and Jim all shared a knowin' look, silently lettin' each other know that t'morrow would be the day that Nancy felt what it feels like to have her kin in danger. After what that rat of a bitch did to me, keepin' tabs on me for Perry and threatenin' the custody of my daughter, I didn't give a shit what happened to her or her brother. Her hateful ways would be her undoin', that and her soft-spot for her idiot boozed-up brother.
I couldn't keep quiet, even tho I should, and blurted out the question of, "Johnse, how did ya come to marry Nancy when you were sulkin' over Roseanna not even a week 'go?"
"Guess I realized Roseanna don't want me no more, but Nancy does. She care 'bout me an' our marriage was a bit her idea. I need somebody in tough times."
My eyes widened in shock and I would've said more, somethin' blunt, but Cap kicked my under the table and gave me a narrowed look that screamed 'drop it'.
"Just enjoy your ham supper and look forward to the huntin' trip tomorrow." Levicy advised her son in a motherly tone 'fore goin' over to the sink to clean up some dirty dishes.
Eh, one of these days when I can get Johnse alone I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind bout his marriage. Cap's right, it ain't fittin' to make a scene at the family dinner table, but one day he's over visitin' I'm gonna tell him off. Damn fool, only an idiot would rust Nancy whole-heartedly.
Cap POV:
The ride over to Johnse's cabin didn't take that long. As we rode up to the clearin' that opened up to the woods that the cabin, which was more or less a shanty-shack, was in we spotted Jefferson standin' in some foliage chuggin' shine out of a large jug. We stopped our horses and just looked at him. He was so immersed in guzzlin' down the shine he didn't even notice us.
"I believe that's a Jefferson McCoy." Uncle Jim loudly cackled, pointin' towards our target.
Jefferson quickly stopped drinkin' the shine an' popped his head up to look at us. Wipin' the corner of his mouth he loudly asked in a slight slur, "Who's sayin' that?"
"Johnse's Uncle Jim Vance," Jim hitched his thumb in my direction while addin' in, "and his lil brother Cap." I just silently tipped my black Stetson at the man I'd be arrestin' any minute now. I narrowed my mismatched eyes at him, causin' him to squirm in his boots.
"So…where is yer boy Johnse at?" He asked, his tone cracklin' with fear as he looked at us leerily.
"Out huntin' with his pa." Jim truthfully answered while I stared down Jefferson, makin' him swallow a lump in his throat.
"So…what're ya doin' here?" Was the shaky question Jefferson asked us as his eyes darted 'round, no doubt lookin' for a swift get away.
"We're doin' a lil huntin' ourselves." Jim smirked, cockin' his head to the side.
Jefferson's eyes went wide with fear as he stuttered out, "Well…these woods are all shot out of deeran' such."
"Oh no it's full of critters. One in particular's got a mighty nice reward on his head." Jim Vance's deep voice boomed out, causin' Jefferson to get into a runnin' stance.
Right as Jefferson started to dart off we pulled our guns, trainin' them on him. Instead of just standin' still an' raisin' his hands in surrender his ran towards the cabin while shoutin' on top of his lungs, "NANCY!"
Damn bastard, he would call for her to help instead of lettin' himself be taken in. I quickly jumped down from Badger and ran after Jefferson while Jim just got off his horse. Jefferson grabbed hold of the stable as I grabbed the back of his shirt. "Come on." I told him, tuggin' hard to try an' get him to let go of the beam he was holdin' onto.
Jim was standin' nearby, chucklin' at me fightin' with the wryly drunk. "Nancy, help!" Jefferson screamed at the top of his lungs as I managed to get him away from the stable. Sadly, the side board of the stable broke from the force I used to pull Jefferson' off of it.
Suddenly the cabin door swung open followed by Nancy runnin' out, in only her goddamn shift, while askin', "What's goin' on?"
"NANCY!" Jefferson screamed, wigglin' outta my hold.
"Damn you, stop strugglin'!" I shouted at Jefferson, pinnin' him to the ground as I tried to apprehend him.
"Y'go on inside an' get yourself dressed proper, Miss McCoy." Uncle Jim told my brother's hussy of a wife, pointin' towards the cabin.
"Get up, now!" I grunted at Jefferson since he was layin' on the ground like dead weight instead of gettin' up. Dear lord tryin' to arrest this fool's a fuckin' project.
"Let go of my brother!" Nancy demanded in a shriekin' shout while I was strugglin' to get the man, that was layin' like a dead fish, off the ground.
"What're ya gonna do 'bout it?" Uncle Jim sarcastically asked, spittin' a wad of tobacky juice onto the ground, 'fore he started to make his way over to where I was strugglin' with Jefferson.
Suddenly the sound of a whip crackin' in the air was hear 'long with Nancy's shrill shout of, "Crazy old coot!"
I turned my head 'round on to see Nancy striking Jim in the face with a cowstail. Oh shit, Jim ain't gonna go for that. As I tried to get Jefferson up off the ground, I noticed that Jim had snatched the whip from Nancy and started to whip her instead. "Ya like that, girl?" Jim sarcastically asked as he whacked the black-haired woman. "Ya need a good whippin'."
"Don't let him do that to you, Nancy!" Jefferson screamed, rage and pain both in his voice.
"Jim, stop!" I hollered at my uncle as he continued to yell and whip Nancy, makin' her cry hysterically. Aw shit, I was gonna have to let Jefferson go in order to stop Jim from whippin' Johnse's wife to death. Quickly I ran over to the barn, where Jim was beatin' up Nancy as she was curled up screamin' in the hay. "Jim, stop it!" I shouted right before jumpin' on him and pullin' him off.
"Get off me, boy!" Jim grumbled, shovin' me 'way as he sat up and tossed the cowstail at Nancy, who was cryin' and curled up into a ball.
I just got up and went to get Jefferson. "Damnit, he's gettin' away!" I shouted to my uncle in a deep snap as I watched Jefferson runnin' down the road that'd take him to the river.
Quickly I ran over to my horse and got on him, takin' off down the road. It only took a few seconds for Jim to catch up with me, ride next to me. We spurned out horses across various fields, cuttin' 'cross the road too, as we chased after Jefferson. Damn, that mailman kin killer could run. Shit, he was nearly out runnin' our horses. Suddenly he was at the river bank while we were on top of the hill cliff. I stopped my horse and jumped off it, decidin' to go to the edge of the cliff for a clean shot at Jefferson. Jim followed me all the while grumblin', "Hurry up, he'll get 'way."
"He ain't gonna get 'way." I snapped back as I aimed my Winchester to take a shot. Damnit, the bastard was swimmin' cross the Tug an' I needed a stand to help level my gun for the shot. "Jim, stay back." I ordered him as I left his side and went to stand behind him.
"Hurry up, Cap. He's gonna get 'way." Uncle Jim barked, causin' me to just roll my eyes as I balanced my rifle on his large shoulder.
Jefferson stood at the riverbank dancin' and tauntin' us. "What's wrong, can't swim?!" He stood lookin' straight at us and put both of his hands up, givin' us the finger, while laughin', "Half a mile!"
Half a mile indeed. I smirked and pulled the trigger, sendin' a bullet flyin' try the air only to stop when it went thru Jefferson's head. Right 'tween the eyes too. With a proud chuckle I slung my Winchester over my shoulder. Jim came up to stand by me, a proud grin on his face. "A whole in the head, ya did good boy." He cheerfully told me, his boomin' voice echoin' in the spring mountain air.
I just nodded my head and smirked at Jim while watchin' Jefferson's body float down river. Eh, guess we're not makin' a quick buck after all cause I don't feel like chasin' that McCoy down river to fish him out. Reckon its time to go home and tell my wife that Jefferson McCoy met his end at my hand. Hopefully she won't be too upset that I'm not bringin' any home reward money.
AN:
And Jefferson's dead. Next up is the aftermath of Jefferson's death.
