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| Topic Started: Jan 13 2011, 05:32 AM (96 Views) | |
| "Psycho" Sam Attic | Jan 13 2011, 05:32 AM Post #1 |
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The sun was hot and had been beating down on me like a mad man would a child he had hemmed up in a shed. I was tired and wanted nothing more than to get the last few miles behind me. My horse was tired and ready for some feed and water. I could use a bite to eat and good hard shot or two of whatever rotgut I can get my hands on. I came to a narrow pass and looked at the sloped sides. Boulders dotted the shale that had slid down the hill to be stopped by a few patches of brush. Something tugged at the back of my mind. Kinda like a special sense I have. I didn’t move much as my horse slowly walked along the worn path. Something didn’t feel right. Usually in these kinds of passes the insects made their call like a wolf howling at the moon would. It was to quiet. I still made no move for my gun. It was strapped on him leg like usual, loaded with good solid rounds. Even if the tips were cross cut, my calling card so to speak, but to try for it would no doubt bring anyone that was up in those rocks to action. No this time I had to play it cool and slow. My horse knew something was up as much I as did. He slowed and stopped. When he used his left leg to kick at the ground, he told me he felt someone to his right. Stupid horse didn’t know his left from his right, or he was what they called dyslexic, which made no sense to me at all. But he did know what was proper and what was bad. This was bad. I slowly scanned the hillside without raising my head. Better to play weak than be weak. I caught a slight move at two o’clock. I also learned something else. “You think you got the better of me? You best be thinkin’ agin. Now you got one of two choices. Come out or die where you are sittin’. Makes no never mind to me which way you want to do it,” My warning was met with a soft laugh. Not quite masculine, but not true feminine either. “Now would you shoot a woman?” I nudged my horse and he started walking again. I didn’t bother to answer her as she ran along the hill to catch up. “Really? You would leave me here and not offer me a ride to town? I’m just a poor defenseless woman ya know.” I didn’t turn to look at her. I didn’t even care to slow down. I also knew one other thing. “I hear your horse around the bend, you aint defenseless and you sure as hell aint no woman like the rest.” She didn’t say nuthin’ else to me. I heard the horse like I said and then I heard it come up behind me at a gallop. She settled into the same pace I was makin and let out a whistle. “Been a long time Matt. I figured you holed up with some little piece of fluff and started raisin’ you a family. Or was dead in some boot hill somewhere.” She was partly right. I could have been in a boot hill with all the other gunslingers, but I am something they ain’t. I am a Fiscus, we are and will always be known as the best for a reason. Not to mention if I put a notch in my handle for all the times I won a show down, I would have whittled away at least two sets of hand grips by now. “I got me a woman, got hitched to her to. I aim to be with her when this job is done. Besides little sister, you know that we are the best at what we do. Neither man nor woman can take us when we put our minds to it. Now are the others at the meeting place?” She pulled out a pouch and slipped two fingers inside and brought out a pinch of snuff, she put it in her mouth and offered it to me. I don’t like that stuff, never have, but I did reach in my vest pocket and pull out a small piece of cigar, I chew on it when I have a job to do. Calms my nerves. “Yeah they are. Not a big crew for this job though. Just the six of us.” I shook my head slowly as the town came into view. I nudged my mount and picked up the pace as I said what I knew she didn’t want to hear. “Nope. Just five. And you ain’t in that five.” I heard her yell of anger as I bust out into a full gallop. I didn’t want to argue with her and figured my big bro would get through her thick head faster. Or he would tie her hardheaded ass down and leave her behind. The small town was ideal for what was to come. A general store, livery stable, saloon, barber shop and corral. More of a way station than a town, but in this barren country it would do. I scanned the area and spied the horses. Nine at the corral. Plus mine and Ciera’s would make eleven. No one else seemed to be around. That would be the handy work of my brother. He hates when people get in his way. Cant blame him, I do to. Trotting up to the corral, Ciera and I stripped the horses and put the gear away in the tack shed. No weapons so that means we are all ready to settle this for good. Fine by me. I hate unfinished work. I take that back. I enjoy finishing the work. We walked down the length of town, I caught slight glimpses of faces watching us, at least four maybe five. Odds would be even at least they think they will be. When men face men that have nothing to lose, well they tend to fight like two men. So we have the rage advantage. They have one chance, leave now or not at all. We entered the saloon, the tables empty, most broken with age or previous bar fights. The big mirror above the bar was long ago busted, the bottles that usually lined the shelves gone or empty. I looked at the upper balcony, all the rooms were open and had been searched. We weren’t alone of course, at the one table with a few bottles of whatever had been fermenting for who knows how long, sat my partners for this ruckus. My brother sat at the head of the table, to his left was a big man they called Godzilla, he looked the part. Next to him sat the one people hated to deal with Marsham, good with a gun, better with a knife. By him sat a true fighter, used any weapon he could, even his own body. That’s Montana. I sat down next to my bro and Ciera sat between me and Montana. If Montana is smart and there is no indication he is, he won’t try anything with our sister. She could hurt him alone, but all three would only serve to put us at a disadvantage. We sat and played cards till late, no clocks to say so, but it had to be late. Choosing one of the rooms we went to bed till the sun came up. That was when the fun was scheduled to start. I slept purty good, tossed and turned a bit, being honest I was use to having my woman beside me. Guess they are good for more than cookin’, cleanin’ and sexin’. Tend to keep the bed warm. Guess I did fall out in the dream world of sleep, didn’t hear when the mouths downstairs started yellin’ afore me. Didn’t care either, till my brother kicked my damn bed about the time I was ready to stick it to my woman in my dream. Had her tied up all nice and good too. Woulda been fun. “You are one damn ugly looking sun of a bitch to open a mans eyes to first thing of a mornin’. No wonder you ain’t got a woman.” My bro Alan stood looking at me with that trademark sneer on his ugly face. “I got a woman, just didn’t think it worth bringing her with me. Then ag’in I ain’t real sure about her at the moment. Anyways, you never mind about that. Git yer ass outta the bed and downstairs, there’s some fightin’ ta be done.” He was never one to give speeches. Suppose it aint about to change now. I dragged my ass up and got dressed. Jeans, boots, shirt and belt. I missed my irons sumthin’ fierce, but this was one a them thangs that is hard to explain. Ya see, the fight is not gonna be a regular shoot out. Its whatever ya can find and yer hands. Nuthin’ more nuthin” less. I made my way down, all the others ‘cept for Ciera was sittin at the table. She was off someplace in the building sulking. Means big brother set her ass straight about this mess. She can get over it. I sat down and poured a shot of wake me up. Nuthin’ like rotgut in yer gut to make ya all wide eyed. The door swung open and everyone tensed real quick like. Especially bro, one of the men he didn’t care nuthin’ in this world for walked in with some kinda official badge on his shirt. “Ace King!! Why they hell you here?” He smiled which is the wrong thang to do when you are facing a pissed off Fiscus. “Now don’t be getting all fired up at me. I was hired real special like to watch over this ta do. I will be the one sayin who won. And its good to see you to.” A growl came up outta Alan like no tomorra. He was ready to attack, still to this day don’t know why he didn’t. ‘Cept’n the idea he was gonna get to hurt more than just one man. “Whut’s to stop me from beatin’ yer head in?” Ace shook his head and ran his hand over his stubbled face. “Nuttin I reckon. I mean nuttin from stopping from tryin’ too. But it might not be the smartest thing to do. See’n as how ya do that and your boys here wont have a leader. I can get ya taken out. So simmer down and listen to what I gotta say at ya.” He clenched his fists and was ready to attack, but he held back. There was more to the story and no one goes into a fight blind. At least not the ones that wanna win. “Now this here is hows it will happen. All them others are spread out one to a build’n. We are all gonna walk out to the middle of the street and reach in a pouch layin out thar and pull a piece of paper out. It’s ok if none of ya can read, I’ll read it to ya. You will go in that build’n and fight who ever is in it. The last one stand’n can go to another build’n and help the one on yer side inside it. The one side that ain’t got anyone left stand’n is the loser. Rest of ya kin ride out after all is said and done. Now c’mon and lets get this shindig a hoppin’.” We all followed Ace out the door and into the street. He picked up the pouch and shore enough he had us draw a paper out, we couldn’t read it till he said. “ok now look at ya paper and head off to which ever place ya got. I cant say who is a wait’n fer ya. But I am sure ya will get all the fight ya want no matter who it be.” I watched as Marsham looked at his and headed for the livery, Sawyer headed for the barber shop, Montana headed for the corral, my bro headed for the general store and I didn’t have to look at mine to know I got the saloon. Least I will have some place to sit and wait on the others. I didn’t intend to be the one on the short end of my fight. I walked in slow like. I didn’t think it would be too smart ta just bust in headlong and maybe get clobbered right away. I looked around and waited. It was real quiet. “Ya know we can’t settle this if’n you don’t bring yer sorry ass out and try to make this a real fight. Or are ya yella?” I waited for a few more seconds and started to walk deeper into the saloon when he appeared. Slow and steady. Big ‘onery galoot. “Damn, they sure stacked it high this time.” He didn’t say much, he was wearing something that the undertaker would wear when he was workin’. Slowly he took his hat off and put it on the bar, then his long coat. Fella was wearin’ leather like he stripped a cow and rubbed the hide in the mud. “I do not tolerate insults you insolent welp. I hope you enjoy pain.” Say whut!!?? Slowly he started walkin’ towards me. Slow labored steps. “Why you walkin’ like that? You look like a woman after she gets her ass plumbed the first time.” He was quicker than I thought, but not quick enough, I was barely able to side step him and kick his knee as I did. He groaned but didn’t stop comin’ at me. He threw a chair, I ducked, he threw part of a table, I still ducked. I waited till he paused, just so happened that he was facing me with his back to the bar. “Don’t look now, but there is someone behind you and if I understand right, they plan on kicking you in the balls. Make you scream like the bitch you walk like.” Apparently he weren’t none to bright, he turned to look and then I ran up, slid on my side and yep, nailed him in the balls from the back side. He fell forward and groaned, I know he wanted to rub his pebbles, but wasn’t going to show the weakness. I took my chance and leaped on the bar then down behind it and started grabbing bottles. One after the other on his noggin. He either didn’t feel pain in that head or he liked it, still arnt rightly sure. Either way, he was still breathing, bloody, but breathin. He also caught me catching my breath. He was able to pull me towards him and with a show of strength that I didn’t think he had, launched me at the mirror. Its odd sometimes what goes through a mans mind, but I thought as I hit the glass what was left, now I know how it got broke in the first place. I landed hard. Not as hard as he did though. I wondered as I lay catching my breath on the floor where Ciera was. Apparently she was waiting her chance and she took it. He was down and out cause she threw a damn dresser on him from the second floor. Now if my legs will work I think I would be happy about that. But being as I hit the wall, was choked, landed on the shelf with broken bottles and whole ones, landed on the floor and all that glass fell on me too. I was a little worse for wear. I didn’t really object to hard when she came to my side and helped me to my feet. We staggered out of the saloon. I wasn’t the first, my brother was already out and he looked like total hell. Bloody and had to have a broken arm and ribs to. Sawyer came stumbling out, barely walking, but he was as bad as us with aching and bloody bodies. Together we all walked to the corral. No sign of anyone but the horses. Ciera saddled them and then used the other horses on a wagon. None of us thought the less as we got in the back of the wagon and let her drive, we all just smiled, winced and partook of the whiskey she brought to us. “Matt. MATT!!! WAKE UP!!!” I opened one eye and looked around, I was on the floor and Simone was kneeling beside me and looking all worried. Women tend to do that. “Whaaa?” She sat back on her heels. Man she is hot to look at, not to mention screw too. “You were having a bad dream and thrashing around. You scared me when you fell on the floor and started mumbling. I was afraid you were having a seizure.” I sat up and kissed her so she would shut up. “Only time I act like I am having a seizure is when you use that sexy body on me. Then its hard to not be in convulsions.” She laughed, blushed and laughed again. “Yeah well that will have to slow down for a time too.” I stood up then started getting my pants on. Seemed a little cold on my bare ass for some reason. “Sorry if your sore. If its any consolation so am I.” She stood up, put her robe on and man I always hated to see her covered up. Made me want to find ways to get her undressed all over again. “I’m not sore Matt, there is another reason. There is something that I need to say.” I nodded and walked from the bedroom with her right behind me. “Yeah me too. Did you hear what Mortius had to say? Like he thinks I am the mini me to Alan. Doesn’t he realize that I am a Fiscus? That I can and will do whatever I can to win a match? Has he had his head rattled to many times? That man is a total moron and speaking of morons, don’t get me started on the rest of them.” She plopped on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. I started to sit down when I got the rush from thinking about a match gives me. I didn’t see her reach for me and miss or the look on her face. “And the rest of that team really just makes me scratch my ass, sniff my fingers and say they smell the same. Rowan is going to get his soon as Alan can get his hands on him. I mean how smart can the man be, he beat the other members of his team in a four way and he really expects them to watch his back? Then there is Collum. Who? Does he even really matter? About like Ace King does. He came back to be on the CZW team. And? Is that supposed to mean anything? His time has come and gone. He is like the last man in the NFL draft. Mr. Irrelevant. Lets not forget Buzzsaw. The man the myth, the what the fuck ever. He thinks he is hardcore. He has never been in training match with Alan or Ciera or certainly not with my old man. Hell on a decent night you could take him Simone. But you know what? I want to get my hands on the one and only gay caballero of the company. I want El Pablo. He beat me by fluke and took what is mine. I want to cripple that wanna be flying squirrel. I want to rip his sack off and let him run around playing with his own nuts. I cant tell you how bad I want him to let me get near him. I don’t care if I win any other part of the match or face any of the others, I want El Pablo.” I paused and she took the opening. I was about to continue when she said something that made me shut the hell right up. “Matt, I am pregnant.” I stopped looked at her and froze. What the hell do I do now? |
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