dignified."
âThe hell with dignified!â Bobby shouted. âI'm a-hurtin', boys!"
âHang on, Bobby,â a brother called. âWe'll git Morgan and then come to your aid."
âKill that no-count, Billy Jeff!â Bobby groaned. âOh, Lord, my ass end burns somethang fierce!"
âCan you see him, Wilson?â Billy Jeff called.
âNo. But he's down yonder crost the street from the livery. I know that."
âI know that better than you do,â Bobby yelled. âI got the lead in my ass to prove it! Ohhh, I ain't had sich agony in all my borned days."
Some citizen started laughing, and soon others in the tiny town joined in.
âYou think this is funny?â Wilson Biggs yelled. âDamn you all to the hellfars!"
Morgan had changed positions again, running back up past the outhouse and the mangled body of Wells Biggs. He was now right across the wide street from Wilson Biggs.
He had picked up the guns from Wells and shoved them behind his gunbelt. He holstered his own pistol and, using the guns taken from the dead man, he emptied them into the shed where Wilson was hiding. The bullets tore through the old wood, knocking great holes in the planks.
Wilson staggered out, his chest and belly blood-soaked. The Biggs brother took a couple of unsteady steps and fell forward, landing on his face in the dirt. He did not move.
âWilson!â Billy Jeff shouted. âDid you get him, Wilson?"
âNo, he didn't,â Frank called. âYour brother's dead."
âDamn you!â Billy Jeff called. âStep out into the street and face me, you sorry son."
âAnd have your butt-shot brother shoot me?â Frank yelled. âI think not."
âBobby!â Billy Jeff called. âYou hold your far and let me settle this here affair. You hear me, boy?"
âI hear you, Billy Jeff. You shore you want it thisaway?"
âI'm shore. You hear all that, Morgan?"
âI hear it, but I don't believe it. You Biggs boys are all a pack of liars. Why should I trust you?"
âDamn you, Morgan, I give my word. I don't go back on my word, not never."
âStep out then, Billy Jeff."
âI'm a-cominâ out, Morgan. My gun's holstered. Is yourn?"
Before Frank could reply, Bobby said, âI'm a-cominâ out, too. Let's see if he's got the courage to face the both of us!"
âBring your bleeding butt on, Biggs!â Frank yelled. âIf all your courage hasn't leaked out of your ass, that is.â He checked to see his own pistol was loaded up full, then slipped it into leather, working it in and out several times to insure a smooth draw.
Bobby was hollering and cussing Frank, scarcely pausing for breath.
Frank walked up to the mouth of the alley and stepped out to the edge of the street.
Bobby stopped cussing.
Billy Jeff said, âStep out into the center of the street, Morgan, and face the men who is about to kill you."
âNot likely, Biggs. The only way scum like you could kill me is by ambush."
That started Bobby cussing again. He paused every few seconds to moan and groan about his wounded ass.
The residents of the tiny town had gathered along the edge of the street to watch the fight. Some had fixed sandwiches; others had a handful of crackers or a pickle.
This was exciting. Not much ever happened in the tiny village, which as yet had no official name.
âMake your play, Biggs!â Frank called.
Billy Jeff fumbled at his gun and Frank let him clear leather before he pulled and fired, all in one very smooth, clean movement. The bullet struck Billy Jeff in the belly and knocked him down in the dirt. Frank holstered and waited. He smiled at Bobby Biggs.
Bobby was yelling and groping for his pistol, which was stuck behind his wide belt. Frank drew and shot him in the chest, and forever ended his moaning and griping about his butt. Bobby stretched out on the street and was still. The bullet had shattered his heart.
Frank never knew what
âThe hell with dignified!â Bobby shouted. âI'm a-hurtin', boys!"
âHang on, Bobby,â a brother called. âWe'll git Morgan and then come to your aid."
âKill that no-count, Billy Jeff!â Bobby groaned. âOh, Lord, my ass end burns somethang fierce!"
âCan you see him, Wilson?â Billy Jeff called.
âNo. But he's down yonder crost the street from the livery. I know that."
âI know that better than you do,â Bobby yelled. âI got the lead in my ass to prove it! Ohhh, I ain't had sich agony in all my borned days."
Some citizen started laughing, and soon others in the tiny town joined in.
âYou think this is funny?â Wilson Biggs yelled. âDamn you all to the hellfars!"
Morgan had changed positions again, running back up past the outhouse and the mangled body of Wells Biggs. He was now right across the wide street from Wilson Biggs.
He had picked up the guns from Wells and shoved them behind his gunbelt. He holstered his own pistol and, using the guns taken from the dead man, he emptied them into the shed where Wilson was hiding. The bullets tore through the old wood, knocking great holes in the planks.
Wilson staggered out, his chest and belly blood-soaked. The Biggs brother took a couple of unsteady steps and fell forward, landing on his face in the dirt. He did not move.
âWilson!â Billy Jeff shouted. âDid you get him, Wilson?"
âNo, he didn't,â Frank called. âYour brother's dead."
âDamn you!â Billy Jeff called. âStep out into the street and face me, you sorry son."
âAnd have your butt-shot brother shoot me?â Frank yelled. âI think not."
âBobby!â Billy Jeff called. âYou hold your far and let me settle this here affair. You hear me, boy?"
âI hear you, Billy Jeff. You shore you want it thisaway?"
âI'm shore. You hear all that, Morgan?"
âI hear it, but I don't believe it. You Biggs boys are all a pack of liars. Why should I trust you?"
âDamn you, Morgan, I give my word. I don't go back on my word, not never."
âStep out then, Billy Jeff."
âI'm a-cominâ out, Morgan. My gun's holstered. Is yourn?"
Before Frank could reply, Bobby said, âI'm a-cominâ out, too. Let's see if he's got the courage to face the both of us!"
âBring your bleeding butt on, Biggs!â Frank yelled. âIf all your courage hasn't leaked out of your ass, that is.â He checked to see his own pistol was loaded up full, then slipped it into leather, working it in and out several times to insure a smooth draw.
Bobby was hollering and cussing Frank, scarcely pausing for breath.
Frank walked up to the mouth of the alley and stepped out to the edge of the street.
Bobby stopped cussing.
Billy Jeff said, âStep out into the center of the street, Morgan, and face the men who is about to kill you."
âNot likely, Biggs. The only way scum like you could kill me is by ambush."
That started Bobby cussing again. He paused every few seconds to moan and groan about his wounded ass.
The residents of the tiny town had gathered along the edge of the street to watch the fight. Some had fixed sandwiches; others had a handful of crackers or a pickle.
This was exciting. Not much ever happened in the tiny village, which as yet had no official name.
âMake your play, Biggs!â Frank called.
Billy Jeff fumbled at his gun and Frank let him clear leather before he pulled and fired, all in one very smooth, clean movement. The bullet struck Billy Jeff in the belly and knocked him down in the dirt. Frank holstered and waited. He smiled at Bobby Biggs.
Bobby was yelling and groping for his pistol, which was stuck behind his wide belt. Frank drew and shot him in the chest, and forever ended his moaning and griping about his butt. Bobby stretched out on the street and was still. The bullet had shattered his heart.
Frank never knew what
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