by Joey Bardin
This was written until the gunslinger runs to Palmers office.
|Justice hung his head as the rain fell from the night sky. The saloon was just enough cover from the elements. He walked out into the pouring rain, his duster covering his Winchester rifle that was cocked and ready to fire.
“Palmer!” He yelled. “Come out here and fight me you son of a bitch!”
Two of Palmers gunslingers walked out onto the street.
“Palmer says you best be leavin’ this town ‘for he has you killt’!”
The words barely left his mouth and Justice fired the Winchester into the belly of the man on the left. He then pointed it at the man on the right.
“You wanna speak for Palmer?”
The young man ran from the street and into the mayor's office.
Justice stepped back onto the boardwalk and reloaded his Winchester. He knew it was a matter of time before Palmer would come out of his office.
It would be two hours before Palmer exited his office, flanked by the younger man that barely escaped death earlier and a much larger man. Justice drew on the small cigar in his mouth and stepped out into the street. The streets were muddy and the rain had stopped a short time before. He stood in the middle of the street and called out to Palmer.
“I’m going to kill you.”
Palmer put his hand on the bigger mans chest and nodded at him before stepping into the moonlight.
“Seems I underestimated you Richmond.”
Justice shook his head slowly.
“That man is dead.”
“Planning your own funeral Richmond?”
Justice stepped forward and raised his head, looking at Palmer. Palmer shivered but didn’t lose his composure.
“You are a dead man!”
“I've got nothing to lose.”