Benson Gang Hideout

The gun house was huge. It seemed more like one of the majors he’d been to with a hundred slaves working on the plantation. He stepped inside the building, and he saw he was only on one floor. He was surrounded by guns and ammo, and to his right was a staircase leading to the second floor where a man stood at with a rifle. The traveler sidled up to the counter where a man stood behind.
“What’re ya buyin’, stranga?” The man asked, grinning with a cigar clenched between his teeth.
“Well, I need bullets for a Colt .45. I got a few already, so I think three rounds should do fine.” He responded. The seller cackled.
“Three rounds, eh? Eighteen bullets? I’d value that at, let’s see... I’d say seventy five dollars is a fair deal, yeah?” The traveler raised his eyebrows. “What kind of price is that?” He demanded.
“A fair one,” the seller said, sidddnly sounding much angrier. “You got a problem, you can shove it.” The traveler’s hand started to go to his side when he heard a loud click. He looked up and saw the man on the top of the stairs pointing his rifle at the traveler’s head. The seller grinned.
“Now, you were buying something?”
The traveler nodded slowly and put seventy five dollars on the table, and the seller put the rounds on the table. He grinned again, and the traveler took the cigar out of the seller’s mouth and stuck it in his own, then put the rounds in his pocket. As he left the building, he heard the clerk say “We’re not going to let him get away with that!” and five seconds after he was on the street, a gun cracked and a bullet hit the ground next to his feet. He spun around and drew his gun, then fired his own Colt at the doorway. He missed, and the man with the rifle cocked the gun for another shot. The traveler sprinted to the well not far from the building and dived behind it, dropping the man’s cigar as more gunshots whizzed by him. He sat there for a minute as a rifle hit the sand around him. When the shots subsided, he heard the seller yell “And don’t come back, you sunna gun!” And a loud door slam. The traveler sat there for a second. That was close. Too close. At least now he knew why that Stanton woman had seemed so afraid.