The boss for the mission approached the large mansion type building. This was going to be dangerous; the big boss didn't take to kindly to being interrupted. He just hoped that the news he had didn't get him gutted, shot or hung. It all depended just how foul of a mood the big boss was in.
As he got off his mount, he eyeballed all the men that were roaming the grounds. He saw several that were in the few trees, even more on the roof of the building. It was for sure that no-one was going to sneak in here.
A thought hit the man as he slowly walked to the front door. The blond man had moved much like the scouts that the army had employed years ago.
The boss thought back to before the whole operation had been moved from the town that they had taken over. It was a lot like their present situation, though now they didn't have a crazy ex-Texas Ranger out gunning for them.
He himself, had been lucky to not be there when the men had been butchered in the camp. It had looked like the work of several men 'til the old Indian scout had told them, it was only one. One, that was far more deadly than any they had gone against.
The whole operation, was quickly moved, less than a week later they were on their way. They had traveled for quite a while when they encountered the shanty mining town.
Only two weeks later, they damn near owned everything connected to the mine. Those that hadn't signed had ended up as coyote food a few miles from the mine. True they had lost quite a few men, though the miners had the disadvantage of being trapped within a small area with no help. For them, as they lost members, they became weaker.
The boss smiled they had enjoyed the hell out of the few women that they managed to capture. Then again, the little bitches had also killed a few men themselves before they were put down.
A small smile came to his face, he had killed one of the last. Then again, she had cut his balls off, right before he slit her throat. Damn little bitch, even as she was dying, had stabbed him in his back.
Barely able to move his left arm, let alone feel a whole hell of a lot with it. Thinking back, he was glad the boss had as much help as he had. The stories about the men who were found later, still gave more than a few nightmares.
After being searched by a few huge burly men, the mission boss was led to a mall parlor. The man sat hoping that this wasn't the last hour of his life. A few minutes later a short, rotund, balding man entered the room.
"Mr. Jones to what do I owe this visit? I take it the latest mission went well?" Tom Greely said holding a kerchief to his nose.
"Yes sir, though we lost more men than I thought we would, three 'efore we even left. Hired a new man that rode into town, after he killed all three of our top men. They say he moved faster than anyone 'ad ever seen." Jones said.
Greely nodded he'd already been informed of those three idiots. "So why are you here?"
"The thing is boss; I know a killer when I sees one. Many, myself included, say that this man's eyes are like looking into the eyes of death. This man is a stone-cold killer, though I feel that he is more. Sent him to ambush the front of the wagons. He's the only one that came back, some story that the others fired early, not buying it." Jones said.
Greely was nodding his head he'd not heard this bit, something about this man seemed familiar. As of yet Greely couldn't put a finger on it. He had moved everything after he lost the outer encampment. His scout advisor had warned him that it would be advisable. As of yet the Indian hadn't been wrong yet, he wasn't about to doubt him.
"I suggest you keep an eye on the man to see if anything else rises suspicion. Go, I have to talk to Tanaka." Greely said dismissing the man.
Jones hi-tailed it out of there, he'd been sweating a bit. Something was obviously going on; the boss had been distracted that was for sure.
