As God Intended

Chapter 26/ A Devil's Mix

February 4th, 1909
The Town Saloon

It was a quiet afternoon as the two chipmunk brothers, Vincent and Denzel, shared a drink in the near empty establishment. Neither of the boys uttering a word for awhile as they practically grown accustomed to being with each other again.

The kidnappers had gotten away and Denzel liked to spend as much time with Vincent as possible, forever worried they'd be separated another time.

Soon after downing another shot of whiskey, the younger rodent spits, aiming for the cracks in the wooden floor.
"My plans taking too long"

"I think your newfound patience is an admirable trait, little brother, but unfortunately we don't have the time anymore"
Vincent says as he lights a cigar with a match, puffing the smoke as he watches the door but continues to speak to Denzel
"You and I should pay a visit to our dear ol Ma and the old man, be honest...I'm itchin' to...plus again we're running out of time"

"I reckoned we'd save that for the night we attack the Brybons"
Denzel suggested, very halfheartedly as to not seem too dismissive to Vincent's ideas, no matter how crazy. Since he knew all to well of the rage that boiled in his older brother when they lost grandma Klowd.

"Why's that?"
The elder brother asked with a raised brow, Denzel simply answers, giving a uninterested cold gaze towards Vincent
"Ain't we killin' them? Figured whilst Nissi's busy killin' Brybons she won't notice who killed the Smiths"

Vincent eyed Denzel, almost coldly but only internally perplexed on how the younger brother could say that so casually
"You don't think we should be there for that fight?"

"You don't think out guys can handle it?"
Denzel rebuttals quick and leaves Vincent speechless

The pair pour themselves another shot as they watched the saloon for a moment, uttermost silence between the two that it almost felt like their aura would bend whoever came near them. Denzel's gaze was focused yet misdirected and Vincent's was cold and still; the only thing running through their minds now was the thought of seeing their parents and getting a bitter sweet vengeance they never knew they needed till it was presented.

Chapter 26
A Devil's Mix
Sheriffs Office

"Sheriff!"
A hog hollers as he opens the door to see Nissi organizing some papers as she heard herself being called

"Redkat's here says he needs to talk to ya"
The deputy let's in a sleek feline drifter looking fellow who seemed armed to the teeth underneath the beautifully designed yet tattered pancho he wore over majority of his tools.

The cat watched as the deputy left then turns to Nissi to crack a smile, the chipmunk chuckles as she stands up and calls to the other.
"Deeeeeevvvvvv, Howdy sweet heart, did someone forget to tell ya you look like shit?"

The cat was indeed scruffier than usual and his clothes were a lot messier and worn out too.
"Your two psychos that wacked down ol Vincoovers cows ended up getting the jump on me and pushed me down a cliff...lost my Horse"

"Shit...sorry hun...want me to buy you a drink?"
She shrugged as she headed to the safe, figuring she could at least pay the cat a little for his troubles.

Devin Bowers, is a born and raised Bounty Hunter of this town, legendary in the main cities but always travels back to his home to help Nissi keep crime low while also getting a piece of that payroll.