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8
Sheriff Bill sat in the chair at his desk. He felt drained, The muscles in his legs and arms felt heavy and tired. He was looking forward to getting into bed for the night and letting sleep take him.
Ken was at his desk reading a book, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Bill thought back over the days events, it really had been a crazy one, from the fight with Big John, to the beautiful horse he had inherited from Sheriff Watts via Ken Murphy.
The murder of the sheriff was weighing on Bills mind. The former sheriff seemed to have been loved by and known to so many that he reminded Bill of the kind of old school law men Bill had grown up hearing about, men of true principle. For him to then be murdered with no one bought to justice, it was a travesty.
Bill thought that he would start asking questions soon, trying to put the pieces together and set about catching the bastards responsible. Once he had gotten used to the town and its people, he would look into it a little more. He figured it would mean a lot to Ken if they brought those men in. Bills train of thought was broken and he looked up as the door opened. A boy of around sixteen years of age, walked in to the room looking flushed and anxious.
‘Hello there young man, What can we do for you?’ Bill asked.
Ken looked up from his book . ‘This here is young Cobb, the lad I was tellin' you about who looks after the horses.’
Bill smiled. ‘Pleased to meet you young Master Cobb.’ The lad seemed a little out of breath not bothering to return the sheriffs greetings.
‘What’s wrong Cobb? Someone been at the horses?’ asked Ken.
‘No Sir,’ Cobb said, still trying to get his breath. ‘Monty sent me over, told me to tell you that two of the Blackwater boys are causin' a fuss in the bar, gettin' a little rowdy.’
Ken stood up, seemingly glad that something was happening. ‘Blackwater boys huh?’
‘Yes Sir’ said Cobb.
‘You know which ones they are? It’s not Joel is it?’ asked Ken.
‘No sir, I'm not sure who the one is but the other one is Big John Duggan. The man you whooped earlier Sheriff Bill.’
Bill and Ken looked at each other, Bill rolled his eyes, not believing the man could be back in town and causing trouble the same day Bill had dealt with him.
‘I suppose we had better get over there and see whats goin' on Sheriff,’ said Ken, getting up from his seat.
Bill let out a sigh . ‘I suppose we had.’ He got up off his chair and he, Ken and Cobb headed towards the door. Bill stopped for a moment, taking his guns out from his belt and checking they were fully loaded.
In the bar, Big John and Davey Doolan had drunk a little more than they had planned to. Big John had been keen to get the liquor and leave as soon as possible, but Davey, a tough man in his own right, had talked John into downing a whiskey with him. That had led to two, then three, and so on. Now the two of them were feeling the effects, their voices were raised and they were acting up. Ordering drinks and not paying and then Davey had produced his gun, pointing it at the bars owner, Monty, telling him they shouldn't have to pay for their drinks as they were Blackwater men.
A couple of other customers had walked over to the aid of Monty, only to be pistol whipped and sent sprawling across the floor by Doolan. Now the bar was only half as full as it had been when they had first entered with many leaving to avoid any confrontation.
Everyone turned towards the door when Bill and Ken walked in, a sheepish looking Cobb scuttling behind them, everyone that was except John and Davey, who faced the bar and continued to down their whiskey. Bill and Ken took a few steps towards them before stopping a couple of yards away.
‘You boys havin' a good evenin'?’
8
Sheriff Bill sat in the chair at his desk. He felt drained, The muscles in his legs and arms felt heavy and tired. He was looking forward to getting into bed for the night and letting sleep take him.
Ken was at his desk reading a book, his glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Bill thought back over the days events, it really had been a crazy one, from the fight with Big John, to the beautiful horse he had inherited from Sheriff Watts via Ken Murphy.
The murder of the sheriff was weighing on Bills mind. The former sheriff seemed to have been loved by and known to so many that he reminded Bill of the kind of old school law men Bill had grown up hearing about, men of true principle. For him to then be murdered with no one bought to justice, it was a travesty.
Bill thought that he would start asking questions soon, trying to put the pieces together and set about catching the bastards responsible. Once he had gotten used to the town and its people, he would look into it a little more. He figured it would mean a lot to Ken if they brought those men in. Bills train of thought was broken and he looked up as the door opened. A boy of around sixteen years of age, walked in to the room looking flushed and anxious.
‘Hello there young man, What can we do for you?’ Bill asked.
Ken looked up from his book . ‘This here is young Cobb, the lad I was tellin' you about who looks after the horses.’
Bill smiled. ‘Pleased to meet you young Master Cobb.’ The lad seemed a little out of breath not bothering to return the sheriffs greetings.
‘What’s wrong Cobb? Someone been at the horses?’ asked Ken.
‘No Sir,’ Cobb said, still trying to get his breath. ‘Monty sent me over, told me to tell you that two of the Blackwater boys are causin' a fuss in the bar, gettin' a little rowdy.’
Ken stood up, seemingly glad that something was happening. ‘Blackwater boys huh?’
‘Yes Sir’ said Cobb.
‘You know which ones they are? It’s not Joel is it?’ asked Ken.
‘No sir, I'm not sure who the one is but the other one is Big John Duggan. The man you whooped earlier Sheriff Bill.’
Bill and Ken looked at each other, Bill rolled his eyes, not believing the man could be back in town and causing trouble the same day Bill had dealt with him.
‘I suppose we had better get over there and see whats goin' on Sheriff,’ said Ken, getting up from his seat.
Bill let out a sigh . ‘I suppose we had.’ He got up off his chair and he, Ken and Cobb headed towards the door. Bill stopped for a moment, taking his guns out from his belt and checking they were fully loaded.
In the bar, Big John and Davey Doolan had drunk a little more than they had planned to. Big John had been keen to get the liquor and leave as soon as possible, but Davey, a tough man in his own right, had talked John into downing a whiskey with him. That had led to two, then three, and so on. Now the two of them were feeling the effects, their voices were raised and they were acting up. Ordering drinks and not paying and then Davey had produced his gun, pointing it at the bars owner, Monty, telling him they shouldn't have to pay for their drinks as they were Blackwater men.
A couple of other customers had walked over to the aid of Monty, only to be pistol whipped and sent sprawling across the floor by Doolan. Now the bar was only half as full as it had been when they had first entered with many leaving to avoid any confrontation.
Everyone turned towards the door when Bill and Ken walked in, a sheepish looking Cobb scuttling behind them, everyone that was except John and Davey, who faced the bar and continued to down their whiskey. Bill and Ken took a few steps towards them before stopping a couple of yards away.
‘You boys havin' a good evenin'?’
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