men, all wanted for murder and instead of ridin' after em on horseback cuttin' those bastards down, you go runnin' down on foot. By the time you reach em you’ll be blowin' out of your ass, so tired you cant get your breath and whilst you’re standin' there wheezin' and sweatin' like a son of a bitch, they fill you full of lead. Now does that sound like the stuff legends are made of? Bill James, the sheriff who serves out justice…on foot…if he can catch you.’
Bill laughed and shook his head. ‘I guess it doesn’t. I would have gotten a horse of course. Hey, that rhymed! But if this big guy really is on offer, I'm afraid I'm going to have to accept.’
‘Well, that’s that sorted then. Now you can call yourself a proper law man.’
‘What’s his name?’ Bill asked running a hand down the horses face.
‘Watts called him Wrath, I always thought it was kind of a harsh name for a law servin' animal such as this but he seems to like it, ain’t that right Wrath?’ The stallion shook its head before regaining his proud prominent posture. It seemed to Bill that the horse did indeed like the name, so he wouldn't be changing it.
‘You can take him out for a ride if you want, I'll get Cobb to saddle him up.’
‘I will, though not right now as my head is still boomin' due to those lovely head-butts Big John gave me. Say, have you any idea on there whereabouts of those Hamilton boys these days? If they are indeed responsible for the Watts’s murders, then I bet you wouldn't mind bringin' those boys to justice.’
Ken’s face grew serious . ‘You’re damn right about that Bill. If I had any idea where those boys were I’d bring them in and put them on the end of the rope but no-one ain’t heard nothin' from them since the sheriff was killed and believe me, I’m always askin', don't you worry about that.’
‘Well, be sure to tell me if you hear anythin'. Im more than happy to follow up any leads. I have a feelin' that one day, those boys will get their comeuppance.’ Bill said.
‘Will do Sheriff. Say, why don't we have a little walk around and introduce you to the traders here as it’s always nice to be on talkin' terms with the folks you are protectin'.’
‘I totally agree and that sounds nice and easy, lets do that,’ said Bill.
With that, the two men gave the horse a final stroke before leaving the barn and heading on down to meet the people of Sundown.
6
Big John Duggan reached the Blackwater railway camp and was amazed at how much had been done since he had worked there. There were three times the amount of workers there now and more enforcers than there had been. John dismounted his horse and then led it in between the tents, which had been set up to accommodate the people in the camp. John looked at the men who were there to protect, not recognising any of them so he decided to keep walking until he saw a familiar face and it didn’t take long.
‘Well, look who we got here, if it ain’t Big John Duggan,’ came a voice John recognised instantly.
John turned to see Joel Blackwater standing outside a tent, he was holding a knife in his hand which he was using to peel an apple. Joel had a grin on his face, though no smile ever made Joel look friendly, he just didn't have that type of face.
‘Joel, good to see you buddy.’ John said, a hint of nerves in his voice. This being down to the fact Joel was an unpredictable piece of work and he made many men feel nervous.
‘What brings your big ass back here Duggan? I heard you'd gotten home sick for that shit hole town you come from.’ He placed a slice of apple in his mouth and began chewing, his steel blue eyes though, did not leave Big John.
‘It’s true, I did have to head back, the missus hasn't
Bill laughed and shook his head. ‘I guess it doesn’t. I would have gotten a horse of course. Hey, that rhymed! But if this big guy really is on offer, I'm afraid I'm going to have to accept.’
‘Well, that’s that sorted then. Now you can call yourself a proper law man.’
‘What’s his name?’ Bill asked running a hand down the horses face.
‘Watts called him Wrath, I always thought it was kind of a harsh name for a law servin' animal such as this but he seems to like it, ain’t that right Wrath?’ The stallion shook its head before regaining his proud prominent posture. It seemed to Bill that the horse did indeed like the name, so he wouldn't be changing it.
‘You can take him out for a ride if you want, I'll get Cobb to saddle him up.’
‘I will, though not right now as my head is still boomin' due to those lovely head-butts Big John gave me. Say, have you any idea on there whereabouts of those Hamilton boys these days? If they are indeed responsible for the Watts’s murders, then I bet you wouldn't mind bringin' those boys to justice.’
Ken’s face grew serious . ‘You’re damn right about that Bill. If I had any idea where those boys were I’d bring them in and put them on the end of the rope but no-one ain’t heard nothin' from them since the sheriff was killed and believe me, I’m always askin', don't you worry about that.’
‘Well, be sure to tell me if you hear anythin'. Im more than happy to follow up any leads. I have a feelin' that one day, those boys will get their comeuppance.’ Bill said.
‘Will do Sheriff. Say, why don't we have a little walk around and introduce you to the traders here as it’s always nice to be on talkin' terms with the folks you are protectin'.’
‘I totally agree and that sounds nice and easy, lets do that,’ said Bill.
With that, the two men gave the horse a final stroke before leaving the barn and heading on down to meet the people of Sundown.
6
Big John Duggan reached the Blackwater railway camp and was amazed at how much had been done since he had worked there. There were three times the amount of workers there now and more enforcers than there had been. John dismounted his horse and then led it in between the tents, which had been set up to accommodate the people in the camp. John looked at the men who were there to protect, not recognising any of them so he decided to keep walking until he saw a familiar face and it didn’t take long.
‘Well, look who we got here, if it ain’t Big John Duggan,’ came a voice John recognised instantly.
John turned to see Joel Blackwater standing outside a tent, he was holding a knife in his hand which he was using to peel an apple. Joel had a grin on his face, though no smile ever made Joel look friendly, he just didn't have that type of face.
‘Joel, good to see you buddy.’ John said, a hint of nerves in his voice. This being down to the fact Joel was an unpredictable piece of work and he made many men feel nervous.
‘What brings your big ass back here Duggan? I heard you'd gotten home sick for that shit hole town you come from.’ He placed a slice of apple in his mouth and began chewing, his steel blue eyes though, did not leave Big John.
‘It’s true, I did have to head back, the missus hasn't
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