Snippet #2030794

Bell had sent had ordered his trusted second in command Cliff Baker to take Lucky Leon and Freddy Williams with him on an errand to Splitcreek. Despite his seize and brains Cliff was quite the rider when he wanted to and he would be the one in charge of getting poor Bill into town. The thought of a black man riding one of Bell's horses didn't appeal to him and he told Baker to simply drag him behind the horse to town.

The note had been put in an envelope addressed to Jan Hass and had been sewn to Bill's shirt and Bell had made it very clear that if the envelope got ripped off or simply made unreadable they shouldn't bother coming back and just head for the wilderness. The man had been armed well with a rifle and revolver each. Their faces were covered by handkerchiefs and their hats were pulled low.

Baker had almost forgot rule number one of letting a prisoner go: Cutting off the tongue and poking out their eyes. Wouldn't want them to show anyone the way back. Bell had to admit that Baker didn't use a knife well when he was in a hurry and the prisoners face had gashes all over. Not that Bell cared about that but it would sting like hell being dragged through the sand.

'' Y'all stay safe now ya' here? No trips to the whorehouse.. Lookin' at you Williams!'' Bell yelled and slapped the back of Baker's horse sending it into a light sprint. The others was quick to fall in behind and took off. He watched the three disappear over the horizon and walked back down to camp where the others had gone back to doing nothing as usual. He could see Jenkins and a few others playing cards while Lefthook Brown and Benjamin Jefferson tumbling around on the ground with a small crowd cheering on. Ain't this the life.

Cliff Baker, Splitcreek

He had slowed down as he and the men reached the outskirts of town and turned to Leon and Williams while making sure the handkerchief wasn't on it's way down.

'' Aight' let's do this boys. Follow me!'' He roared and fired his rifle into the air as he and his followers got their horses to sprint into town. Baker sent a couple more shots into the air and roared as they came down mainstreet awfully fast. When they passed what Baker identified as the saloon that german man owned he pulled his knife and quickly cut the rope that dragged Bill and while Leon and Williams started to shoot in the air and take off into different directions Baker spoke up.

'' We gut' a message to Mista' Hass!'' He yelled and sent another round into the air before taking off into the desert again. Baker could still here Williams and Leon firing into the air and shouting in another part of town. Although it didn't make sense to the thick brute why they all were going to ride into different directions when they left town he was sure Bell had his reasons.

Freddy Williams

Williams was the only one that had decided that he didn't care what Bell said, he wasn't leaving town untill he had gotten himself a treat. So when the other two were causing chaos Williams had been quick to hide his horse behind a shack and opened the saddlebag which contained a brown duster and put on another hat, he put the old hat and the handkerchief in the saddlebag together with the rifle but he kept the revolver just incase he would find some trouble. He didn't really have a plan for what he wanted to do. But he wanted to DO something. Taking a step out into the street he felt mighty proud of himself.