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asked Justin Watts.
“I heard that a man by the name of Jess Williams was in town, is that correct and if so, can you tell me his whereabouts?”
Justin and Connor looked at each other and Hal Dixon picked up on it right away. “I can tell that you boys know what I’m talking about, so you might as well tell me. I’ll find out somehow anyway,” said Dixon.
“Mister, you don’t want to be messing with that man anyway. Hell, he and his partner killed twelve men last night alone and Jess Williams killed the majority of them himself and that was after he killed another half dozen gunslingers in town the day before. He ain’t one to be messed with,” said Justin Watts.
“You let me worry about that. He’s worth ten thousand dollars and I am going to collect it by putting a bullet in him.”
“There ain’t any legal bounty on his head, at least not yet,” said Conner Landon.
“Maybe not any legal bounty posted by the law, but there’s a rich banker out east who has placed a blood bounty on his head for the killing of his brother. Besides, he killed my brother, Galt Dixon, and that alone is reason enough. The ten thousand dollars will be just a real nice bonus the way I see it.
“Well, just the same, we ain’t seen him today,” Justin Watts lied.
Hal Dixon knew he was lying and didn’t know why, but it didn’t really matter much. He knew that he would find Jess soon enough. He headed for the first saloon he saw, The Hanging Tree Saloon.
CHAPTER NINE
As soon as Hal Dixon walked into the saloon, he noticed a young man standing in the corner of the saloon with another man that he didn’t recognize. What he did recognize though, was the shotgun sticking up behind the young man’s right shoulder. That was a clue that this young man might be Jess Williams since he had heard about Jess carrying a shotgun in a sling on his back. Hal Dixon was not a man to waste any time so he went right to it. He looked straight over at Jess and Jess was staring straight at Dixon since he walked in and figured him for a gunslinger and trouble.
“Are you that Jess Williams fellow?” Hal Dixon asked loudly. The loud banter in the saloon went silent as if someone had turned it off with a switch.
“That depends on who’s asking,” replied Jess.
“My first name is Hal and my last name is Dixon. Does that name ring a bell with you?”
Jess took a moment to think. “Oh, you must be related to a man by the name of Galt Dixon.”
“That’s right, he was my brother, and if you are Jess Williams, you’re the one responsible for his death.”
“I’m not responsible for his death,” replied Jess.
“So, you’re saying you didn’t kill him?”
“Oh, I killed him, but that was his decision. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was hell bent on forcing my hand; and, well, I guess you know the rest.”
“Then you’d better fill your hand with that fancy pistol you used to kill my brother.” All the other men who were standing at the bar walked away, leaving a clear path between Hal Dixon and Jess Williams.
“You don’t have to do this, Mr. Dixon, and neither did your brother. Don’t make the same mistake your brother made,” said Jess.
“I’d kill you just for the fact that you killed my brother, but on top of that, you’ve got a ten thousand dollar blood bounty that’s been placed on your head by Henry Stidham out in New York City and that’s a lot of money. I
“I heard that a man by the name of Jess Williams was in town, is that correct and if so, can you tell me his whereabouts?”
Justin and Connor looked at each other and Hal Dixon picked up on it right away. “I can tell that you boys know what I’m talking about, so you might as well tell me. I’ll find out somehow anyway,” said Dixon.
“Mister, you don’t want to be messing with that man anyway. Hell, he and his partner killed twelve men last night alone and Jess Williams killed the majority of them himself and that was after he killed another half dozen gunslingers in town the day before. He ain’t one to be messed with,” said Justin Watts.
“You let me worry about that. He’s worth ten thousand dollars and I am going to collect it by putting a bullet in him.”
“There ain’t any legal bounty on his head, at least not yet,” said Conner Landon.
“Maybe not any legal bounty posted by the law, but there’s a rich banker out east who has placed a blood bounty on his head for the killing of his brother. Besides, he killed my brother, Galt Dixon, and that alone is reason enough. The ten thousand dollars will be just a real nice bonus the way I see it.
“Well, just the same, we ain’t seen him today,” Justin Watts lied.
Hal Dixon knew he was lying and didn’t know why, but it didn’t really matter much. He knew that he would find Jess soon enough. He headed for the first saloon he saw, The Hanging Tree Saloon.
CHAPTER NINE
As soon as Hal Dixon walked into the saloon, he noticed a young man standing in the corner of the saloon with another man that he didn’t recognize. What he did recognize though, was the shotgun sticking up behind the young man’s right shoulder. That was a clue that this young man might be Jess Williams since he had heard about Jess carrying a shotgun in a sling on his back. Hal Dixon was not a man to waste any time so he went right to it. He looked straight over at Jess and Jess was staring straight at Dixon since he walked in and figured him for a gunslinger and trouble.
“Are you that Jess Williams fellow?” Hal Dixon asked loudly. The loud banter in the saloon went silent as if someone had turned it off with a switch.
“That depends on who’s asking,” replied Jess.
“My first name is Hal and my last name is Dixon. Does that name ring a bell with you?”
Jess took a moment to think. “Oh, you must be related to a man by the name of Galt Dixon.”
“That’s right, he was my brother, and if you are Jess Williams, you’re the one responsible for his death.”
“I’m not responsible for his death,” replied Jess.
“So, you’re saying you didn’t kill him?”
“Oh, I killed him, but that was his decision. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was hell bent on forcing my hand; and, well, I guess you know the rest.”
“Then you’d better fill your hand with that fancy pistol you used to kill my brother.” All the other men who were standing at the bar walked away, leaving a clear path between Hal Dixon and Jess Williams.
“You don’t have to do this, Mr. Dixon, and neither did your brother. Don’t make the same mistake your brother made,” said Jess.
“I’d kill you just for the fact that you killed my brother, but on top of that, you’ve got a ten thousand dollar blood bounty that’s been placed on your head by Henry Stidham out in New York City and that’s a lot of money. I
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