Tombstone.
This morning I talked with Libby in front of the hotel about work. Serenity came over and joined us as Libby tried to tame a horse nearby. Waterfall joined us and then I decided to take a walk.
Black Diamond.
I walked into Black Diamond and waved to Richie sitting up on the balcony. “Can I come up? Got somethin’ for ya.”
“You again? Are you just trying to make sure I don’t sleep?”
“Yep,” I smiled and head up the steps as he invited me up.
“You learn anything between what me and that bottle had to tell ya last night?”
“I didn’t drink the bottle. I went to sit on the bench by that tree at the entrance to town. Ran into the sheriff who’s murder I was investigatin’. I guess I can call it attempted murder now. Even though they’ll still probably call it murder in court and he’ll go for hanging charge, whoever it was that did it.”
“Hmm well listen here Miss Trin this money was spent on a bottle ifin you don’t want the bottle I do, so this money no good to me. I paid fer a bottle now if you be a sweetheart go fetch that bottle and we will talk.... I gotta few thangs I wanna ask.”
I chuckled at his logic and went back down to the saloon. I found the bottle on the counter where I’d left it and wondered how good it was still, but took it and headed back up to the balcony. I handed the bottle to him and said, “Go ahead and ask away.”
“Well thank ya,” he took the bottle and uncorked it, covering his eyes from the morning sun as he tilted his head back. “Ahh.... What was it you said you did after I left a last night?”
“Talked with the sheriff.”
“No before that. You went somewhere’s.”
“Went to sit on the bench by the tree that faces the entrance of the town.”
“What advice I give you lil lady?”
“Sit and watch and listen,” I sighed. “So that’s what I did.”
“Hmm seems like Pinkerington ain’t so hard is it... You didnt run after nobody did ya?” he asked and I shook my head. “You didn’t get kidnapped did ya?” he asked and I shook my head again. “Seems to me you got rested and you got some answers.”
“Some, I guess,” I nodded.
“So your five months on the job or five minutes of listening to me helped more last night?”
“But there are times when you gotta ask the hard questions.”
“Ain’t saying they ain’t. Just advising when you get stressed like you were last night, get ya a seat. Stuff that aggravating notepad of yours in a pocket. Sit back, have a drink, watch and listen. Worked last night, didn’t it?”
I bit my tongue but nodded, not feeling like arguing with him again. I didn’t really appreciate being told what to do and felt like he was being a bit of a smart aleck.
“Now if you wanna kiss me for being such a huge help in your hunt for this elusive sheriff feel free,” he suggested.
“I should go back to town. Never know what facts I might be missing by bein’ over here and not watching,” I said with some coldness, surprised that he still wanted me to kiss him after all this time.
“You mean after your big break finding the sheriff last night I don’t even get a thank ya?”
“Not really a break since she don’t remember a thing and I still gotta find out who shot her in the first place. Though I went to the alleged killer’s wife and asked her to get some dirt for me. So I want to be in town in case she comes back and has something for me.”
“Well good luck to ya, Miss Trin,” he grabbed me by the hand and pulled me close. “Be seein’ ya,” he leaned in to kiss me.
I let him kiss me and then leaned my forehead against his with a sigh, not kissing him back. He slapped me on the butt and I stepped back a bit. “Thanks, I think,” I coughed and turned to go downstairs again.
“Hey thanks for the bottle!” he shouted after me.
I chuckled at that and said, “You’re welcome!” as I kept walking back to town.
Tombstone.
I waved to Serenity as I walked back in town and asked her if she’d seen TJ lately but she hadn’t. “You know anythin’ about this whole Sheriff Paty thing from a while ago?” I asked her, taking a shot in the dark.
“Refresh my memory. I know he done caused trouble down in Diamond a while back, but I ain’t sure if this is the same thing.”
“Paty was allegedly killed a while back... witnesses saw TJ standing over her with his guns out but when asked he said he didn’t kill her. No one saw who actually shot her. It’s all circumstantial at this point.”
She lifted a brow and said, “I didn’t hear none of that. Sounds like this happened after all that.”
“What happened after all that?”
“This death of Paty situation. When I say TJ causin; a ruckus, he got his ass shot.”
“Oh yeah?”
“So unless he went back after he got shot for revenge, I ain’t know nothin of no death.”
“Interesting angle... hadn’t heard of this before.”
She shrugged and said, “Could be days in between when this happened. I ain’t sure. I just see what I see from my livin’ space. I see lots of folks leavin’ the doc’s office, and that night I see TJ leavin’ it lookin’ pretty disgruntled.”
“Hm... Interesting indeed. Who else was leavin’ the doc’s office?”
“That night? Oh I can’t remember, I believe that Alex fellow might have been in town, but don’t think he needed the doc’s help. Could be wrong, I drink a lot ya know. Nights fade inta one another.”
“Fair enough. Thanks for this, mighty interesting,” I chuckled and she nodded. “Guess I’ll find a seat somewhere and perch for a while. Have a good one,” I said and wandered up to the balcony of my office.
I saw Jac with a horse by my office then and I said, “Hey there. Got yourself a new horse, did ya?”
“Yea I decided to call her... Well I really haven’t decided yet. But she’s my horse!”
“I’m still tryin’ to come up with a name for my horse too. How’s our little...” I looked around and corrected myself. “Anything new?”
“Don’t know much seen Miss Paty yesterday. I said something to her, She poofed away... Like a angel or something.”
“I did too,” I nodded. “Still gotta figure out who shot her in the first place.”
Jac began to follow the horse as she drank from the fountain. He looked at his reflection in the water and said, “I need to get to a barber...”
“I think ya look just fine.”
“That damn horses is crazy,” Jac said as she went to sniff some carrots on the vegetable trolley in front of the clinic.
“She’s just hungry,” I smiled.
“Need to get more information,” Jac said. “So I can help out a friend...”
“So do I,” I smirked.
“That’s my horse, mister!” Jac shouted over to Mikk who went to the horse.
“Come on stinky watcha doing over here!”
“How are ya, Mikk?” I asked him, walking over to him.
“Stinky?” Mikk raised an eyebrow.
Jac grabbed a carrot and tried to draw the horse away.
“Affectionate name, ain’t it?” I chuckled at Jac’s name for the horse.
“I don’t think it is,” Mikk shook his head.
“Oh like yours is any better,” Jac shot back.
“Sarcasm, Mikk,” I winked at him. “How are you, Mikk?”
“Oh I’m fine thank you,” he smiled. “How’s you?”
“Still workin’ a bunch of cases... Not gettin’ too far on some of ‘em.”
“Hmm... Well I can’t help you. I haven’t treated nothing but hemorrhoids and bad hearing lately.”
“Yeah I was wondering if you’d know anything about these things...”
The horse was startled by Jac mounting her and she reared. Jac tried to hold onto the horse and give it a carrot but the horse bucked him off. I ran over to Jac and Mikk suggested, “Maybe you should not call a horse stinky?”
I leaned down, giving the carrot to the horse and looked down, “You alright?”
“It’s not even my horse...” Jac said as he yelped at the pain in his shoulder.
“Funny that’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” I looked at him.
“It just looks so beautiful,” he laughed, standing up.
“Easy, darlin’,” I reached out to put a hand on his waist, not wanting him to fall.
“I don’t like this horse anymore... Bad Stinky!” Jac complained.
I chuckled softly and just looked him over. “You sure you’re alright?”
The horse wasn’t finished though, and kicked Jac neatly in the stomach. Jac flew back three feet onto his back.
“Easy darlin’,” I rested a hand on Jac’s arm while he was on the ground.
“Be telling that to the damn horse!”
“If you’d stop provokin’ her, she’ll leave ya alone.”
“I need to find something else to do with my miserable life... Want to come spend the morning with me?”
“Spend it how, exactly?”
“In the Oriental. Where horses can’t go!”
I smiled and led the way to the saloon as the horse continued to snort in our direction. He led the way into the back room and sat down at the piano, beginning to play a tune.
“Could you get me a drink, sweet stuff?”
I watched him playing the piano, amazed at his talent, and then stammered, “Uh... sure...” I went back to the bar to get us some drinks.
“No alcohol... just water.”
“Okay,” I said and returned with a couple of glasses of water from the sink. “Here ya go, darlin’,” I set the glass on the piano from him.
He took the glass and took slow sips, then pulled out his pipe and filled it with opium.
“When did you learn how to play so well?” I asked, setting a hand on his shoulder.
“You take opium? It relieves most pains... Such as a kick to the stomach from a horse.”
I shook my head and my mind flashed back to that room back in Georgetown, where the opium smell had been so strongly mixed with the smell of death that I could hardly stand it. I shuddered slightly and drank my water slowly.
He lit the pipe and smoked, and suddenly I wished I were the one sitting at the piano.
“I need more water... You should play.” He stood and I sat down at the piano without a word, playing Moonlight Sonata.
“You don’t smoke much opium do you?”
“No...” I said shakily.
“What’s wrong Trin?” he finally asked. I stopped playing but didn’t stand up. He sighed and walked over to me and placed his hand on my right shoulder. “This okay?”
I began to feel my head rush as panic came over me at the memory and started to sway a bit. “I’m sorry... I...”
He held me and kneeled down next to me. “Are you okay, I didn’t mean anything by it. I just needed something for the pain.”
I shook my head and wrapped my arms around him, holding him tightly as I shook.
“What happened? Why are you shaking?”
I started to cry on his shoulder and just held him tighter. He kissed my forehead and I looked up into his eyes. “Have you ever had it where the smell of something... brings you back to a moment in the past... even so distant a past as ten or fifteen years ago?”
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it. No I haven’t I can’t say I have...”
“Or in this case... several moments...” I swallowed, remembering the dead heads on the shelves of Icca’s cabinets and the corpses on the tables and the smell of opium all at once. “Can we... sit on the couch?”
“Yea, need help getting over there?” I nodded and stood shakily, almost falling down. He held me up and helped me over to the couch where I sat down beside him and curled up against him. He looked in my eyes and asked, “So what happened?”
“There was this undertaker...” I started slowly. “I guess I thought I could trust him... Back when I first moved to the west I was investigating this guy’s murder... Was just an investigative reporter back then... Anyway... turned out there were rumors that he wasn’t dead, so I asked to see the body. Was my first dead body since... I’d seen my fiance laying on an autopsy table back in Texas. Anyway,” I sighed. “I almost fainted right there but never could really be sure if it was the man I was investigating or not. Turned out I got to meet the man days later and the body I’d seen was his triplet brother. But then... “I watched as the gang that this undertaker was involved with... they killed my best friend point blank right in front of me.”
He sighed, giving me a moment to gather myself, and then I continued. “Which meant I had to go back to that damn building and arrange the funeral because no one else would. Of course this is all after that gang had me locked in a cave because I knew too much and they didn’t let me go ‘till I promised to incriminate one of the lawmen for the crime... Still have the scar from where his friend cut me with the knife,” I showed him the scar on my wrist, faded but still visible. “Then... if that wasn’t enough to hate that undertaker... He shot down a native chief whose tribe I had befriended, and when I went out there to help the chief, the undertaker shot me down too. Then... the chief and the tribe came into town and took over the town ‘cause they wanted to kill that undertaker, but they were gonna take me captive unless I told them where his office was.”
“Where was all of this happening? You said Texas?” Jac looked at me with surprise.
“Let’s see, Colorado, Georgetown... This was all before I came to Tombstone... See... after the native tribe kinda turned on me... I decided to become a Pinkerton and take matters into my own hands.”
“So what about the opium?” he asked then stood. “Let’s finish this story elsewhere... I know where. Come with me.”
“In that undertaker’s office... there was an opium den. He would constantly ask me if I wanted it to calm down,” I answered him.
I stood shakily and took his hand. He led the way outside and threw out the bag of opium on the way, making me raise my eyebrow in surprise. We walked out to the entrance of Ghenna and then he hesitated.
Ghenna.
“You don’t tell anyone about this place... Promise me I can trust you... Promise?”
“So long as I can trust you... Last time I went through Ghenna I almost got kidnapped.”
“Oh I would have done that... already,” he said.
I sighed, knowing it was true, and followed him into the town. He showed me into an old abandoned bar, unlocking the door with a key. He led me upstairs and I looked around the room, seeing the jail cells and the dried blood on the floor. I looked at him, unsure of what I was getting into.
“See this room and that cell... Let me tell you a story... Twisted law in Ghenna, Corrupt law dogs.. and such sort back way back in the days... I watched this lawdog for about two weeks, watching him steal from his own bank... Shooting people for no reason... One day, I was sitting in the saloon next to this building... She walked in. Hit me in the back of the head with a glass bottle. Kidnapped me, brought me into her office down stairs... She had a cell, in that cell I met another man. Woke up in the cell met a man named Viper... Over time he told me he was stuck in that cell.. But he knew a lot about where he was at. The lawdog, came down one day opened the cell and brought me upstairs... There she told me I was free to go. Wouldn’t hand me my guns back... Nothing... Came back in here... Sat to my own thoughts... Grabbed a rifle and headed up stairs... Waited a couple of days, Seen her standing in her normal spot she stands in... And I took the shot. She dropped like a sack of tomatoes. Hogtied her, hung her on this hook...”
“Who was it?” I asked.
“Let me finish, I have the warrant.”
I backed up slightly and stayed quiet as I listened to him continue.
“Word got out I murdered Ghenna law... The Tombstone mayor put out a bounty... 250 big ones on my head. Group of men came and found me... Shot me. They tied rocks to my feet and threw me in the creek... Man named Conman Audler, he got the shot on me... Viper came and saved my life...”
I nodded, having known where the story was going, and continued to listen. “Later that day I was shot three times in the chest.... and was pronounced dead... I was returned... dead.”
He handed me the warrant and I read it, looking up at him. “You look good for a ghost.”
“Yea,” he laughed. “Pronounced dead, doctors managed to bring me back to life some how... Want to sit in there? She sat in there for about two hours.”
I shook my head and said, “Really, really not.”
“You’re in the Wild Bunch hideout... So take note of that.”
“I am?” I blinked.
“Yes,” he nodded. He headed upstairs and said, “Come up here for a better view!”
“So if someone saw that I knew where this was they’d...” I started as we made our way up to the roof.
“I can show you her office,” he looked at me.
“I think I’ve been here too long already...” I looked at him with uncertainty.
“You’re perfectly safe with me...”
I looked in his eyes and nodded. “I love this place... Makes me feel like I’m home.”
“Reminds me of...” I looked around, remembering my brief stint with the Kingsley Scorpion gang. I still couldn’t believe that I had been apart of such an organization, even if they had claimed to be on the good side of the law.
He continued to show me around Ghenna and then we danced in the saloon up on the mountain. It felt good to be in his arms and I knew that he was the perfect person to connect with for information, but also for good company.
Tombstone.
This afternoon I walked into town and saw Cole standing with a native man who I didn’t recognize. He tipped his hat towards me and stared at me as I walked over. “Your name Trin, Ma’am?”
“Who’s asking?” I looked at him.
“Ohh just some outta towners need to know,” he smiled, but his eyes were ice cold.
I looked over at Cole worriedly and then back at him. “Can I help you with something, Sir?”
He looked at the Wells Fargo and then looked back at me. “Uh, no Ma’am. But maybe if you can tell me where a fella can get a job around here, would be powerful helpful.”
“What kind of work?”
“Well, my last trade was in the ‘huntin’ business and ‘scoutin’ business and uh, ‘elimination’ business.”
“So a bounty huntin’ job perhaps... or we need some decent lawmen,” I said slowly, still not trusting him.
“Oh, my new buddy and pal, Cole,” he looked over to Cole who was still standing by.
“I still don’t know your name, Sir, or how you know mine.”
“Oh its Sunset Moon. But please call me Sunset. I want to hear how it sounds as it drips from your pretty mouth.”
I swallowed hard and tried not to show my fear, but I could sense something sinister in his voice.
“Now Sunset... That not sound too friendly to say it like that to a lady like Miss Trin?” Cole looked at him.
“Well Sir, I’m sure Cole here can find you something to do to make money,” I looked to him for help.
“What? You don’t agree that she has a pretty mouth?” Sunset asked.
“Just an odd way of saying things around here,” Cole told him.
I saw Skyla and Sirus down the street by the hotel and sighed with relief. Cole uncliped his guns and I wondered what was going on.
“Can um, either of you help me get a telegram back home? I need to let my associate know I survived the stagecoach.”
“I don’t know how to use that thing,” Cole said.
I looked back to Sunset and then looked to Cole. “I’m gonna go over to the hotel. Why don’t you show this guy around?”
“Go ahead Trin,” he nodded.
I felt Sunset watching me walk away and then I heard him ask, “She spoken for, Cole?”
When I reached the hotel I pet the horse’s mane and greeted her. I was still shuddering and when Cole came over I looked at him. “What did he ask you?”
“Who, Sunset? Nothing... just talking to Sirus and me... saying something about wanting to see someone by the name of Trin.”
“Why?”
“Just sounded kind’a odd to me about it.”
“I got a bad feeling from him.”
“He didn’t say why...”
“Maybe ya got a inheritance comin’ yer way?” Sirus suggested.
“I don’t like the sound of this,” I looked over to Skyla.
“I figured he was okay cause him and Sirus go way back...” Cole said then.
“My father died because of a gang fight ten years ago or so. My ma and brother are runnin’ the family ranch up north...” I looked at Sirus.
“Well it’s been a lot of years Cole... Can’t say I’ve kept up with his life since,” Sirus admitted.
“But after hearing him in the street with you... that didn’t sound too friendly. He seemed awful strange.”
“He’s not here to give me something. He wants me for some reason.”
“I unclipped my guns to be honest,” Cole admitted. “He said something to Trin that was very... odd...”
I tried to think, then almost fell over the sign in front of me. “Oh my... It can’t be...” I shook my head, trying to steady myself.
“Trin, ya okay over there?” Skyla looked over at me.
“The letters... the threats... the...” I started to go dizzy as I looked around the circle. “Cole he...”
“Trin!” Cole shouted and held me up. “Take it easy now. We all here for ya.”
“He wants the damn money...” I shook against him. “Dad’s... money he...” I sighed.
“Money?” Cole asked and I held onto him for dear life.
“How much money we talkin’ about here?” Sirus asked.
“A lot. Enough that they... they killed my father over it. Over ten years ago... They started sending threatening letters to my brother and ma before I went up north for that week to deal with things. My name was on those letters...”
“Well... don’t ya have it under lock and key at some bank?” Cole asked.
“I went up to help Josh protect Ma but they had the place surrounded and asked me if I had the money. They shot me down but I got away and helped Josh and Ma get away. But before that... they said Dad had gone rogue and owed them a bunch of money...” I explained and then looked at Cole with worry. “I can’t believe they found me...” I looked over at Sirus then and said, “You said you two were friends! Did you...”
“Don’t listen to ‘em, Trin. Do what you’re good at, your detective work. Don’t let em know they are gettin ta ya,” Skyla advised.
“That bad then... they all going to be had shot down... or they take you and do terrible things until you hand it over...” Cole sighed.
“Yeah... and we help ya...so now back to the money...where it all at?” Sirus asked.
“Sirus Dean!” Skyla shouted at him.
“Sirus how long have you... known...” I blinked at him.
“I’m tryin’ ta help here,” Sirus looked at Skyla but I backed up behind Cole.
Cole shot a look at Sirus and said, “Trin’s a bit upset!”
“Tryin’ ta help when ya say back to the money...” Skyla shook her head. “No sir, no sir indeed!”
“Huh? Why? I ain’t never lifted a finger to hurt Miss Trin,” Sirus said.
“Did you tell him where I was?” I asked him point blank.
He lowered his head and said, “Well I was just thinkin’ we protect the money too if’n that’s what they after.”
“Trin is more important than money dear,” Skyla reminded him.
Sirus looked at me, shocked. “I ain’t done no such thing... he’s a old friend, but I’d shoot him down myself ifi’n he were to touch ya.”
I swallowed hard, looking down, ashamed at the thought I’d had. “I’m sorry... I just... I...”
“You’re in shock and your instincts are kicking in,” Skyla said. “No worries.”
“If he brings a gang to town... there be a lot of shooting,” Cole said and I leaned against him for support. “It’ll be alright, Trin... don’t you worry none.”
“But...” I looked to Cole, getting worried.
“Everyone in town like ya. No one going to let anything bad happen.”
“I should... Sit down...” I sighed.
“Trin... you have the money somewhere safe? Hid well? Bank security box, something?” Cole asked.
“I don’t have the money at all!” I cried. “They just think I do ‘cause they think dad gave it to us. But I honestly have no idea where that money is. And I still don’t believe that Dad could have gone rogue and joined their gang. He was a soldier for God’s sake! I have his medal in my pocket.”
“But the money may still be out there somewhere,” Cole said.
“Well it ain’t here... They just think it is and they came to get me. Like when they tried to burn our ranch down to find it but I got in the way and they shot me.”
“I got a plan, Miss Trin!” Sirus said then. “Just tell ‘em Cole has the money. Then when they come to Cole, he solves the problem.”
“Could try that,” Cole nodded.
“You’d... do that for me?” I looked at Cole.
“I would,” he nodded. “I think on it. I have to leave for a bit. Don’t worry yerself Trin, the whole town is with ya.”
I nodded and hugged him again. “Thank you... so much...” As Cole left I looked over at Skyla. “You remember where Tye keeps that hard liquor? The stuff I got when I heard Tom died?”
“No Trin, ya ain’t gettin’ that again,” Sky shook her head. “No, no, no.”
“But...” I started, but knew she was right. I took out my whiskey flask and just took a sip from that, trying to relax.
***
Tonight I sat in my office, trying to distract myself from the impending threat of Sunset. There was a knock on the door and I opened it to see Jac. I barely let him in before I threw my arms around him, holding him close.
“I’m so glad you’re here. Have a seat.” I walked over to the desk and he sat down in a chair. “I’m in trouble,” I told him.
“With?” he looked at me.
“This afternoon this guy came up to me in the street and asked if I was Trin Paige. He said he was lookin’ for a job around here but the way he was lookin’ at me and talkin’ it seemed like he wanted somethin’.”
“Like what? How was he acting towards you? What’s his name first of all..”
“He said his name was Sunset Moon and he wanted me to say it so he could hear it from my pretty mouth.”
“Well what does he look like?”
“He asked for a job...”
“As a Pinkerton?”
“Said he had experience scoutin’ and huntin’... And ‘elimination.”
“Who doesn’t have experience in all of that... What’s his name, Sunset moon?”
“When I went to talk to people at the hotel about it Si said maybe I have an inheritance coming my way... but the only inheritance I have was lost when Dad was killed by this gang...”
“What does he look like?”
“See... there’s been some threats sent to my ma and brother at our ranch up north... with my name on it...” I went on. “Saying they want the money dad owed them ten years ago, when they killed him ‘cause he didn’t have it.”
“Yea, well their shit outa luck. Cause they ain’t getting any money. There ain’t no money to give out...”
“Well see that’s the thing... I went up north and dealt with it a couple weeks back... but they shot me down and I escaped and got my ma and brother to safety. They told me about Dad going rogue and how he owed them all this money and all that. I still can’t believe a word of it but now... Jac... Now I think this guy wants it from me.”
“So you want me to handle him?”
“He asked for a telegram machine to let his compadres know he’d arrived safe. And he wanted a job.
I told him Cole would help him.”
“Great thinking, Cole would just tell me everything that’s going on...”
I nodded and looked at him. “Jac I’m... I’m scared.”
“You have no reason to be scared... You have the ‘Bunch’.”
“I’m a dang Pinkerton. I shouldn’t be scared,” I looked around the office and sighed.
“Yea ya got damn shotguns everywhere...”
“Were you comin’ over to check up on me?” I looked at him, relaxing now that I was with him.
“Yea actually I uh... well never mind.”
“Hmm?”
“It’s nothing!”
“Doesn’t sound like nothing. Tell me,” I chuckled.
“I missed you,” he said quietly and softly. “So what’s the deal with this guy... What do you expect me to do? Just shoot him?”
I shook my head and said, “I wanna find out what he wants. Just... watch my back if he tries somethin’.”
“He wants you!” Jac said to him then smiled, “All the men do, right?”
“All the who?” I looked back.
“Cole!” Jac shouted then and said, “I see my buddy Cole outside. May he come in I need to talk to him?”
“Yeah,” I nodded. He’s my buddy too. He was there when Sunset was talkin’ to me. He knows all about this. Was there when I figured out what the guy probably wants.”
I went to let Cole and turned to see Jac sitting in my chair. “Can I have my chair back?” I asked him.
“What?” he sighed and stood up.
“I was just filling Jac in on what happened with Sunset.”
“She’s gonna ask me to go get her something to drink to...” Jac said.
“I see,” Cole nodded.
“Nah, I like the idea of havin’ two handsome men in my office. When they ain’t even in trouble,” I winked.
“Yep, had my guns unclipped. He was nasty,” Cole said.
“Cole, you are a lady killer ain’t ya,” Jac looked at me and laughed. They bantered a bit and then Jac asked, “So who’s the Sunset fella?”
“Apparently he and Si go way back,” I said.
“He’s trouble is what he is... Sirus told me he lost track of him over the years. Said he’d shoot him himself.”
“Where’s his whereabouts?” Jac laughed.
“Was here this morning,” Cole shrugged.
“I’m sure he’ll be back,” I sighed.
“I could just kill him....” Jac said, “No more Sunset.”
“He had a long nasty knife... no gun...” Cole pointed out.
“A knife, aye. I have a nock. They workout fun.”
“He was saying thing to Trin... I should have shot him.”
“Yea, you should have,” Jac said to him.
“Yeah he kept making lewd comments towards me,” I nodded.
“Yeah, wish I had now...” Cole nodded.
“So I’ll just make lewd comments towards him,” Jac laughed. “I’ll scare the holy hell outta him.”
“I wanna do this right,” I looked between them.
“His last comment was the bad one,” Cole said.
“It was?” Jac asked.
“He’d like to see it pouring out of Trin’s pretty lips... or something...”
“I remember that one,” I nodded.
“Cole...” Jac said. “You didn’t shoot him?”
“That when I unclip... he stopped after that.”
“Ain’t nothing to worry about,” Jac stood up and stretched.
“If he come around again I find a reason to shoot him, don’t worry,” Cole promised.
We talked a bit longer and then decided to head to the gun range to practice our shooting, since it appeared that we would be needing the skills soon enough.
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