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hours talking. Jena and Annie did most of the talking. Jess didn’t say much, he was still trying to control the rage that had built up inside of him and he wasn’t having much success at it.
     
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                  Jess and Annie were just finishing up with some late lunch Jena insisted on making for them when they heard two gunshots that sounded like they came from the saloon. Annie stood up along with Jess and Jess put his hand up to stop her.
                  “No, you stay here and protect Jena while I go over to the saloon,” said Jess, in that new tone of voice he seemed to have ever since he heard about Ingrid being beaten, raped and killed. Annie knew he was not asking. He was telling her and she knew she’d better listen.
                  Jess looked over at Jena before heading for the saloon and Jena was looking at her late husband’s watch. Jena smiled at him.
                  “Well, you almost made it a whole three hours,” said Jena.
                  Jess headed for the saloon and when he walked inside he had both of his cut down shotguns out, one in each hand since he didn’t know exactly what he was walking into yet. He found two men sitting at a table and they had Joshuha tied to a chair and Joshuha had been shot in his left foot. The one man sitting at the table was holding his pistol in his right hand; but he wasn’t aiming at anything, it was just dangling. The two men looked up at Jess and the fact that they were staring down two double barreled shotguns that looked more like pistols kept them from making any movement that might cause the man holding them to use them.
                  “Don’t even think about lifting that pistol of yours up and your partner there would be smart if he placed both of his hands on the top of that table and not move a muscle. Now, what in the hell is going on here?” asked Jess.
                  “What business is it of yours?” asked the one man who was still holding his pistol, making no attempt to lift it for fear that he’d find himself full of buckshot.
                  “I’m making it my business. Joshuha there is a friend of mine and I don’t exactly appreciate you shooting him. Joshuha, how bad are you hit?” asked Jess, not taking his eyes off the two men and they both knew it too.
                  “It hurts like hell, but it’ll heal up, although I’ll be limping for quite some time. Damn sons-of-bitches, they robbed me of all my cash, shot my new mirror behind the bar and then they tied me up in this chair. They kept insisting I had more money hidden in here and when I told them they got all the cash I had, that one there shot me in my left foot and kept telling me that if I didn’t tell them where the extra money was hidden, they’d shoot me in the other foot!” exclaimed Joshuha.
                  Jess walked past Joshuha and closer to the two men. He didn’t want to hit Joshuha with any of the buckshot that he might let fly if either of the two men moved a muscle. “Well boys, it seems like you have two choices. One, you holster that pistol you are holding in your hand there and both of you stand up and place your hammer straps back on so I can lay these two shotguns down on the table and remove my hammer strap from my pistol. Then we’ll see how tough you two are when you ain’t shooting some unarmed man.”
                  “And what the hell makes you think we are agreeable to that?” asked the man who was still dangling his pistol.
                  “Because neither of you are going to like the second choice,” replied Jess.
                  “And what the hell is our second choice?” asked the second man who had remained silent up to now.
                  “I simply unload all four of these barrels on you two boys, which will make quite a mess in the saloon.