Butchers Of Blackwater Part One: Fire And Brimstone

Every Picture Tells A Story

The sketch was scruffy and ill drawn but even a man's silhouette cam be recognisable.

We rode back to the catharsis. We asked people on the street but had no luck, everyone was at church. We swung open the doors to the house of god, obviously during some sort of service since everyone turned to look at the three rugged men with pistols at their hips standing in the doorway of the church as if the devil himself had walked in joined by his familiars. Silence hung in the air like a bad smell. Suddenly I decided to speak up cutting through the silence with my sharp and silver tongue. "I am sorry to interrupt you fine god fearing people but I have a question to ask all of you and since you're all here in church today I figure It'd be easier if I came to visit you all here" I pull out the sketch of the shady individual I was looking for. "This man. I understand the drawing is not very detailed nor is it all that great but if you've ever seen this murderer anywhere in town or even in this church then do let me know and better yet if you know him personally, tell him I'm on my way. Me and my friends here will be in the saloon." We went to make our leave when the pastor interrupted us with a Bible verse "do not take revenge my dear friends, but leave room for gods wrath, for it is written. It is mine to avenge; I will repay." Preached the pastor. I was never a religious man so I shouldn't of meant that much to me but I vaguely remember my father repeating this verse time and again. "Revenge is our business, father tell your God to stay out of it"

We made our way to the saloon and Surprisingly the bartender knew of our mystery man. Apparently he would sit in the saloon all day and not drink a thing, he would sit as if he was waiting for someone to arrive, my father. "Did he say anything about where he was going?" I questioned him. "All I know is that he came from Mexico, listen krist I've known you your whole life and I knew your father pretty well too, I also know that he wouldn't want this for you, he never sought out revenge, he had better things to worry about like you and your mother." The bartender told me 

"I ain't got anything else."

"Are you still sure about this krist" Colt asked me. "Yes"

"Jason if you'd rather leave i understand, this isn't going to he a short one I'll tell ya that." I asked Jason "it's quite alright we'll just call it a business trip." He assured me. I had the feeling he didn't have anything keeping him in America. "You still with me on this colt?" I asked, not sure of the answer he would give "of course. I'll try and find us a wagon. There's not much of a chance of making it through Mexico without one"
"Thank you."

It was time to make our way down to Bandera and get across the border. Colt had friends in Bandera "the cowboy capital of the world" they called it. I'd never been, me and Colt stayed up north mostly when bounty hunting, I had no idea what idiots we'd expect to meet or what would happen during our time spent there, I'll tell you one thing though. Theres a reason The Butchers and bandera are still talked about today.

We had just about enough for two train tickets, I offered to meet them both there but colt insisted that he travel there by horse. If it was anyone else it wouldn't even be a question letting them go on their own, but since this is colt we're talking about I decided to let him do things his own way. Not that there was a lot of choice on my end either way.

Me and Jason hopped on the train and headed for Bandera, Colt would at least be a night or so. We had a lot of drinking to do.