Snippet #2029362

Bell didn't know how long he'd been sleeping but the cries of a man in serious pain yanked him out of a pleasent dream involving some fine ladies and a house of his own. He rubbed his eyes and got up, stretching his arms and back. For a moment laughter blocked out the scream and that's when Bell realized what was going on. He couldn't help but to grin as he walked into the middle of their camp by the fireplace. Good old Cliff Baker were giving their captive the beating of a lifetime. The sound of a whip hitting against skin followed by another cry confirmed Baker's good job.

'' Y'all having fun?'' Bell asked and pulled a dirty hand through his hair. Baker froze and the crew all quiet down when Bell spoke. If the prisoner could manage to speak he'd probably thank Bell right now, though he'd regret it later.

'' We's just showin' the slave boy who's the boss out here Boss.'' Baker said and stepped forward, handing the whip to Bell who smiled and took it from his hand. Bell landed a few quick lashes on the man on the ground before finishing with a kick to the face. Even though he could see himself beating the man senseless he was more of use to them alive. He spoke up as he handed the whip back to his trusted comrade.

'' Y'all just make sure he ain't dying on us alright?'' He said and left the men to their games as he walked back to his place and sat down on saddle that like most of the saddles the gang dragged with them was used as chairs since they lacked enough horses for the whole gang. Thanks to that damned Sheriff Grant and his way of taking out their horses to stop their escape. Bell made sure to return the favor by putting a bullet in the man's knee and leaving him out in the desert. He picked up some paper and a pencil. Since he would make sure the prisoner wouldn't be able to talk when they were done with him he felt that he'd have to write his requests to the owner of the gold. He placed a cigar between his lips and lit it. It tasted sweet and with a sigh he began to write.

To Mr. Jan Hass
It has come to my notice that I am in possession of a quite large amount of gold.
You see I am the kind of man who can't walk into a town and exchange an amount as large as this.
But I won't give it back for free. Like yourself I'm a businessman and I hope we can make some kind of deal.
I am in need of a few easy to get items for a man like yourself. But hard to get for someone like me.
What I need is the following:

15 bottles of whiskey or anything with the same sting.
3 kegs of beer.
Ammunition for colt six-shooters and Winchester rifles.
3 cartons of cigarettes

Your former worker has informed me that you are good for it. Don't try to bargain with me.
You'll come alone to Buzzard's Bluff, real charming place I hear with the goods I asked for.
My men will wait for you there and when they can verify that you ain't trying to cheat us
they will reveal the location of your gold. If they die, I will know and we will hunt your german
ass down and hang you from your balls, excuse my language .

Regards R.J Bell

He was pleased with the results. Although it took him some time to make it right as the balls of crumpled paper on the ground next to him proved. The men had since long grown tired of beating the poor soul and left him there to find something else to do, probably beating on each other for a change. He carefully folded the letter and placed it amongst the many bills on his chest pocket. He really deserved this cigar.