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Episode Eight concluded with:
Dehner dropped to the floor as a bullet whizzed over
his head. He drew his Colt and sent an orange-red flame at the figure, who was
getting ready to fire again. Patrons hit the floor and scrambled for cover as
Dehner’s second shot found his attacker’s forehead. The man collapsed. Dehner
scrambled to his feet.
“Ya
haven’t changed one bit, Rance,” The man who had been assaulting the saloon
girl picked himself up from the floor, eyeing the detective.
“I
guess not, Briscoe,” Dehner replied. “I still take offense when someone tries
to kill me.” The detective holstered his gun. Briscoe was a killer who wanted a
fight. He was going to get what he wanted.
Episode Nine
Briscoe
Parker’s medium frame had put on several pounds since Dehner last encountered
him. The man’s eyes had always looked bloodshot, but the red seemed more
prominent now that Briscoe’s black beard covered most of his face.
Parker nodded at the corpse on the
floor. “Ya jus’ put a bullet in my partner.”
“You were keeping bad company,
Briscoe. You and your partner robbed a bank in Houston. You got away from me
there.”
“A man’s gotta make a livin’.”
Briscoe Parker casually took a few steps back toward the bar. He took pride in
the accuracy of his draw.
The saloon’s patrons began to
scramble off the floor and bunch together along the front walls of the Big
Diamond. They wanted to be safe, but they didn’t want to miss the entertainment.
Dehner spotted the saloon girl who Briscoe had
been abusing. She was staring at the detective with an intense curiosity.
Rance
couldn’t pay her much heed. There was a killer getting ready to draw on him.
Dehner continued to talk with his enemy. “You killed a teller and didn’t stop
there. You gunned down a woman and her nine year old son who walked into the
bank at the wrong time. I don’t care much for the way you make a living,
Briscoe.”
“Well,
Rance, I hate ta make an old friend unhappy. Let me buy ya a drink. “Barkeep!”
Briscoe
pretended to start looking around the saloon for the bartender as he went for
his gun. Rance’s draw was a few seconds faster. He sent a blaze into Briscoe’s
chest, then crouched for another shot, ducking a bullet by inches. Rance fired
again, a necessary move. Even staggering, Briscoe Parker was capable of a good
shot.
The
killer hit the floor, less than five yards from his partner’s corpse. The
bartender, a surprisingly young man with a boyish face, disconnected from the
crowd standing against the wall and hastily looked at both fallen outlaws.
“Both
of these owlhoots are ready for Solemn Sam, the Undertaker. One free drink for
each cowpoke who helps carry them over there. The rest of you will have to pay
for your drinks. After all, the show was free!”
Tomorrow:
Episode Ten of Save the Girl!
