Snippet #2004597

Richard Bell poked the tied up beaten boy infront of is feet with the end of his rifle, the boy groaned and tried to pull away as the broken ribs reminded him of his bad luck. Bell only laughed at the boy and kicked him in the side before turning to his gang behind him, hell they were almost as scared as the boy. One of the unlucky bastards would be blamed for leaving trails for this sorry execuse for a bounty hunter to follow.

'' Now y'all know I ain't the one to hold a grudge am I boys?'' Bell asked as he rested his bolt action rifle against his shoulder. While his eyes wandered over his gang he casually lit a cigarette that he'd kept between his lips. With a sigh he let out a puff of smoke and approach his second in command Cliff Baker. Baker was probably as smart as the rock he sat on but he made up for it with a muscular body, a taste for blood and a good swing with his club. Baker had never been much good with a rifle but Bell was the first one to tell him to just use is fists instead of wasting precious ammo.

'' Now Baker... Why don' you tell me about the incident again?'' Bell said as he leaned in and stared into the dull eyes of his slow comrade. Baker was undyingly loyal to Bell like a dog to it's master and if someone made his boss mad he would get mad too. Yeah...

'' Well Boss... Me an' One-Eye... an' Hans the German... an' the Withers brothers wus' just comin' back from Bullhorn.. You know the town Boss?'' After finishing the sentance the dull giant looked around for the men he mentioned but turned back quick after a slap to the head by Bell and a irritated glare.

'' Uh.. right.. Well Boss Hans said he had to take a piss or..'' Baker went quiet as Bell walked over to Hans and blowed smoke into the stocky german's face. In the gang Bell was judge jury and executioner and there was no such thing as a trial. The gang backed and formed a ring around Hans and Bell. Hans went pale and sweat started to form on his forehead, running down his dirty face. Bell remained quiet as he handed over his bolt action rifle to Jackson before taking off his duster which Jackson also grabbed. Bell started to pull up the sleeves on his red checkered shirt and stretch his arms. At this point panic struck Hans who had tried to remain calm to not draw any attention to his mistake.

Hans knew it was his fault for falling behind the others and talking to much in the Bullhorn saloon. He had caught the eyes of many unwanted people and the bounty hunter who had been cought in the area around their camp was one of them. Hans had closed his eyes as Baker forced him on his knees.


Bell wiped the blood from his knife on Hans' shirt as he stod up. The german wasn't dead but without eyes and tongue he wouldn't last out in the warm desert. Bell's crew knew to go back to their business of breaking camp as soon as the deed was done and Jackson hurried off like the others after returning the coat and rifle to Bell who had sat down on a stone next to the moaning bounty hunter. He brushed some sand off of his chaps before putting his duster in his lap. He let some smoke sip out from between his lips as he loaded one single bullet into his rifle.

'' You know this ain't nothing personal. But we just can't have a law-dog following our footsteps.'' He aimed the rifle to the poor man's skull and he flinched as he felt the cold steel press against his skin. Bell squeezes the trigger and splattered the boy's brains over the sands.

It was noon when the gang finally finished breaking up the camp and Bell told his men to get on their horses. They were heading for Splitcreek, that's the town the bounty hunter mentioned before he became vulture food. Bell was a wanted man but his face remained unknown and at worst he looked like a dirty bounty hunter or vagabond. His crew on the other hand looked like they were born in jail and if he wanted a quiet time in the saloon he was going alone and it was a fact the gang knew and accepted. They were ordered to make camp in a secluded place and meet him outside of town when he was done.

'' Y'all behave untill I come back ya' here?'' He said and put his spurrs into the side of his grey stallion ''Colonel'' and took off.