asked Bill.
‘We were,’ came a voice. Bill thought the voice didn't sound like that of Big John, but the other, smaller man.
‘I thought me and you had come to an understandin' today John,’ said Bill, his voice calm.
Big John turned around slowly, the other man too. The four of them now faced each other. Cobb had crept off into a corner of the room sensing trouble.
‘What understandin' do you think me and you had come to Sheriff?’ asked Big John, his broad face stern, head tilted.
‘Well, I thought the understandin' was, either you stop actin' like an asshole, or I come and kick your ass again.’
Big John laughed, a short laugh and nudged Davey . ‘I told you this guy was a rare sort.’ He then looked back towards Bill.
‘You got lucky today, I almost drowned you. I’m working for Joel Blackwater now so you fuck about with me and he will come down here and fuck about with you and trust me you don't want that.’
Bill looked down at his boots for a moment, then put his thumbs in his belt and looked back at the two men in front of him.
‘See, this is the thing. It doesn't matter which way you choose to look at it. You got your ass kicked today and then left this town with your tail between your legs, tucked tight against your asshole. So you then go and hook up with Joel Blackwater, a guy I heard is also an asshole, and then you come back here, for reasons I'm not sure of, and you have this guy with you who, well call me judgemental, looks like the same sort of asshole as you. So what is it about you and assholes John? You are gonna have people talkin' about you.’
‘Who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to? I’m Davey Doolan you fancy dan son of a bitch and I'll shoot you and your grandpa here, right where you stand.’
Bill looked at Ken, and Ken at Bill before looking back at the men.
‘You know theres a name for people like you two.’ Bill said.
‘You’re damn right there is,’ replied Davey.
‘Mother fuckers.’ Bill said.
‘I was thinkin' of dangerous. Whats that mean?’ asked Davey.
‘Its kind of self explanatory, but whilst you are tryin' to work it out I'm gonna (pulls his gun) warn you that I don't want any assholes, or mother fuckers in my town, so I'm going to ask you to leave. Do it quietly and there'll be no trouble from us but do it any other way and you will be two be two dead, asshole, mother fucker’s, your choice.’
The two Blackwater men shared a glance and then looked back at Bill. John was about to speak when Davey placed a hand on his chest.
‘Come on big fella, lets take our liquor and get back to camp. I can see the sheriff here is trying to clean up his town, so we gonna give him a hand and leave. I figure if we stick around and make his job harder, then maybe he’s right and that does makes us a pair of assholes.’
Big John looked at Davey, his mouth open a little in shock at how co-operative his friend was being. ‘Okay Davey, whatever you say,’ and with that the two men downed their last drinks and walked out of the bar.
Bill and Ken stood still until the men were outside, at which point Ken turned towards Bill. ‘That went a little better than I thought it would.’
‘That it did Deputy’ replied Bill ‘And thank the lord for that.’
9
The two men rode in silence on the cart, the liquor stacked in the rear. Big John could sense that Davey was in deep thought, he wasn't sure how to approach what had just happened in the bar.
‘He sure is a piece of work that sheriff ain’t he Davey?’
‘That sheriff is a queer piece of shit and if it wasn't for the fact my eyes were a little hazy due to the whiskey we put away, I would have drawn on him and shot that prissy son of a
‘We were,’ came a voice. Bill thought the voice didn't sound like that of Big John, but the other, smaller man.
‘I thought me and you had come to an understandin' today John,’ said Bill, his voice calm.
Big John turned around slowly, the other man too. The four of them now faced each other. Cobb had crept off into a corner of the room sensing trouble.
‘What understandin' do you think me and you had come to Sheriff?’ asked Big John, his broad face stern, head tilted.
‘Well, I thought the understandin' was, either you stop actin' like an asshole, or I come and kick your ass again.’
Big John laughed, a short laugh and nudged Davey . ‘I told you this guy was a rare sort.’ He then looked back towards Bill.
‘You got lucky today, I almost drowned you. I’m working for Joel Blackwater now so you fuck about with me and he will come down here and fuck about with you and trust me you don't want that.’
Bill looked down at his boots for a moment, then put his thumbs in his belt and looked back at the two men in front of him.
‘See, this is the thing. It doesn't matter which way you choose to look at it. You got your ass kicked today and then left this town with your tail between your legs, tucked tight against your asshole. So you then go and hook up with Joel Blackwater, a guy I heard is also an asshole, and then you come back here, for reasons I'm not sure of, and you have this guy with you who, well call me judgemental, looks like the same sort of asshole as you. So what is it about you and assholes John? You are gonna have people talkin' about you.’
‘Who the fuck do you think you're talkin' to? I’m Davey Doolan you fancy dan son of a bitch and I'll shoot you and your grandpa here, right where you stand.’
Bill looked at Ken, and Ken at Bill before looking back at the men.
‘You know theres a name for people like you two.’ Bill said.
‘You’re damn right there is,’ replied Davey.
‘Mother fuckers.’ Bill said.
‘I was thinkin' of dangerous. Whats that mean?’ asked Davey.
‘Its kind of self explanatory, but whilst you are tryin' to work it out I'm gonna (pulls his gun) warn you that I don't want any assholes, or mother fuckers in my town, so I'm going to ask you to leave. Do it quietly and there'll be no trouble from us but do it any other way and you will be two be two dead, asshole, mother fucker’s, your choice.’
The two Blackwater men shared a glance and then looked back at Bill. John was about to speak when Davey placed a hand on his chest.
‘Come on big fella, lets take our liquor and get back to camp. I can see the sheriff here is trying to clean up his town, so we gonna give him a hand and leave. I figure if we stick around and make his job harder, then maybe he’s right and that does makes us a pair of assholes.’
Big John looked at Davey, his mouth open a little in shock at how co-operative his friend was being. ‘Okay Davey, whatever you say,’ and with that the two men downed their last drinks and walked out of the bar.
Bill and Ken stood still until the men were outside, at which point Ken turned towards Bill. ‘That went a little better than I thought it would.’
‘That it did Deputy’ replied Bill ‘And thank the lord for that.’
9
The two men rode in silence on the cart, the liquor stacked in the rear. Big John could sense that Davey was in deep thought, he wasn't sure how to approach what had just happened in the bar.
‘He sure is a piece of work that sheriff ain’t he Davey?’
‘That sheriff is a queer piece of shit and if it wasn't for the fact my eyes were a little hazy due to the whiskey we put away, I would have drawn on him and shot that prissy son of a
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