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So far: Clint has kidnapped his stepbrother George's fiance. After keeping her hidden for a couple of months he seeks his revenge on George.
In the late afternoon, as the warmth of the day began to recede, they arrived in Madison. Never having been there before, Samantha turned side to side with wide-eyes trying to see everything. On one side of the street there was a general store, a bank and a saloon.
The opposite side held a barber, feed store and another saloon. Further down the block she noticed the marshal’s office, a dress maker and a saloon. Across from that was a dinner hall, blacksmith and another saloon.
The next section contained an apothecary shop, a doctor’s office and yet another saloon and a large stable that also sold leather goods.
Samantha smirked and sarcastically said, “What no saloon on this end of town?”
“Sorry, didn’t hear you, what?” Clint replied as he apparently wasn’t been listening to her.
“Never mind. You wouldn’t get it anyway.”
At the end of the main street of the town was the railroad station. For a moment Samantha quizzically thought Clint might be headed there, but he turned left instead.
He stopped in front of the town’s hotel and pulled the buckboard to a halt then wrapped the reins twice around the brake handle. The noise of people exiting the hotel drew her attention. Samantha gasped as she recognized one of the men as George.
“Hello, George,” Clint said loud enough that everyone there stopped and turned in their direction to see who spoke.
George pulled his gun. When he looked up, Clint’s gun was already aimed at him. The man’s eyes swung to Mac on his horse who also had his Colt .45 aimed at him.
“What you want, Clint?” George asked re-holstering his weapon while he replaced his hate-filled sneer with an insincere grin.
“I think I got som’em of yours.” Clint leaned back, so George could see the woman his large frame had hidden from view.
“Samantha!” George moved to go to her, but the sound of two guns being cocked stopped him cold in his tracks.
“Uh ugh, let Smithy there fetch the lady. You stay right where I can see ya.” Clint held his weapon steady and waved his free hand toward Smithy as he spoke.
George nodded the go ahead to Smithy. The tall skinny man moved quickly down the steps and around the wagon to where Samantha sat. As he began to assist her off the conveyance, she turned and said her last words to Clint.
“Bastard, you’ll pay for this.”
He retorted in a strange tone, “I’m sure you’re right.”
The man led her up the steps toward George. He held out his hand to her. However, just before they could reach each other the man in the wagon announced loudly so all could hear him. ...........
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could be Pete's place
He had city slicker written all over him. The man had been expected sooner. He facial expression did nothing to hide his irritation.
A two hour spin up to the mountains to help his cheap brother out needlessly turned in to three and a half-hour excursion. Ticked off at himself for not throwing the GPS in the car and on the verge of being violently angry at Fred for the wrong left turn seventeen miles back. Which before he realized it was not right Rufus had driven a sixty-eight miles out of his way.
Rufus wasn’t a chicken hearted man. Still it took him all the guts he could mustard to continue to walk not only into the smoke filled room, but he had to walk all the way up the bar, a good forty feet.
Trying his best to ignore the commotion his entry stirred up he kept his head down and only watched where he immediately placed each foot. The whistles and obscene comments were aimed at unsettling him succeeded. Very much aware this gang liked to provoke incidents. Tonight there would be no way he’d raise to the bait.
Ox stuck his foot out at the
last possible moment. Rufus had
already raised his foot and realized he would not be able avoid tripping. The man’s weight shifted in an useless move to spare himself a fall. It didn’t work.
He tumbled on Ox’s boot and
landed face down on the floor inches from the bar. He sprung back up faster than he fell.
Through the cat calls,
snickers and challenges being hurled his way he profusely apologized to Ox. Before Ox could respond Tots intervened. He ran from behind the bar and brushed the man clothes off.
“Now Ox. I had one fight too many already tonight. I asking… I asking
for me. Let it go this time, ok?”
“Well, Tots you saw He…”
“Around of beers on the house.” Tot called out. Small scale pandemonium
broke out as the men rushed up to the bar. Mick stepped behind the counter
and filled in for Tots.
Where's the Bud?
Tots turned and steered the
city-man out the front door.
“Thanks. How can I ever repay
you?” Rufus asked.
“Just get away from here,
“I'm going. Trust me on that.
But, I was looking for my brother and
his date. He called and said they would be here waiting.” He nervously looked at the door when the noise level went up.
Brother or no brother he needed to leave this place and fast.
Tots eased Rufus’s mind some when he said, “Oh yea, That couple. He was ticked off about something and they called a cab an hour ago. Sorry.”
Rufus thanked the lying man again and hastened back to his own car. He fully intended to not only give Fred a piece of his mind. He was seriously considering a big punch in the nose when he next saw him. He could've gotten himself killed tonight in that place.
“When I get my hands around your neck.” Rufus threatened his brother out
So focused out the get away from Pete’s Bar and Grill Rufus drove right passed
Fred’s car. Of course, with the hood and driver’s side door missing and the wheels on blocks as the sleek new low-profile tires Fred’s bragged about for three weeks, now looked good if not better on Jimmy’s K’s ride. A reconditioned 1987 Chevy Super sport.
Hey it's blue. What do i know from Chev SS or Ford ...?
It might even be difficult
for Fred to recognize his own baby with the new paint job cutesy of the ‘Bloodstains.’ The local street gang was proud of this one.
Graffiti galore. The swirls of black, tan, and red covered most of the vehicle that once was light blue. Everyone now knew the Bloodstains challenged the Switchblades turf, and the most important announcement of all that Patsy loved Jimmy K.
The anger Rufus now carried stayed with him not only the whole drive home but for the next two days. Until it become obvious to the family Fred had not returned home and was missing.
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