I sit with my back against the wall on the floor. It's silent, and the room is dark and musky. My gun lies in my lap and I listen for familiar sounds, sounds of footsteps and breathing. I sit there for five more minutes, feeling my chest go up and down with every breath I take. This isn't the first time this has happened and it wont be the last. I think about Jane, and hope to God she is still asleep in her bed. No one knows I have her, at least the people that matter. The people that know I am still alive think I am in hiding . I want them to think that I'm hiding, and that I couldn't possibly have a granddaughter to watch over. They might try to take her from me.
I hear a shift outside in the yard, almost like feet dragging the ground. I shift in my position to a crouch. Im in a place in the house where I can see all that is laid out before me. I can see through the whole house, even down the hallway where Jane is, or should, be sleeping. I wait quietly, brass knuckles in hand for a quiet attack. I'll only use my gun if I absolutely have to. I cant risk someone hearing. Around the corner to the kitchen, I see a black rod. The barrel to a gun. I quickly, but quietly, make my way over to where there is only a wall of boards between the intruder and myself. I'm sure he can feel my presence, but I'm also sure he doesn't have a clue where I am. The barrel sticks out further and I take this as my cue. I pounce up knocking the gun out of his hand, it falls to the damp floors with a low thud. The man try's to back away, so to make this quick, I lift my right arm with the brass Knuckles and hit him in the face two times. With each blow, his head slams back, and almost like there is a bungee cord connected to my fist and his face, his head pops right back up for the second blow. The man falls to the floor, and I catch him and lower him down gently as to not make a noise. Now I've got to get ready for the next one.
I hear footsteps behind me, the movement shaking the floor. I turn around to see two men quietly stalking
Their way towards me with sly grins. I stand my ground as they approach. My left hand with a gun and my right hand with brass knuckles. I look to the man on the right and notice there is a huge
Lump on his neck. It bulges out like a second head. Quickly with my right arm, I slam my fist into the bulge. It splatters open, the blood gushing out. He cradles it with his hands and falls to the ground with a moan. Then I feel a blow to the
Back of my shins, knocking me to my knees. Before I even fall to the ground, my arms are restricted behind my back, the gun and knuckles thrusted out of my hands.
"Haha, we gotcha now!" The man behind me laughs. The man on the floor tries to laugh with him but he only chokes on the blood pooling out of his mouth. I hear more footsteps and three more men join us.
"You thought you could get away. Didn't you?" A man in a slick tux says. He circles around us, a flask of liquor in his hand.
"I know I will, but you won't. " I say casually. He stops walking and starts laughing. They all join in. Jane's gonna hear. She's only nine.
"How sure are you of that, Mr. Richard? Because right now, the odds don't look too hot for you. " He begins circling again. I feel like the prey of a shark out in the ocean. But I'm not the one going to get eaten.
"Oh, I wouldn't underestimate me." From the corner of my eye, I see a man take a step back. I smile. Mr. Fancy pants doesn't seem to like that.
"Take him and hogtie him. I want to search the house. Get him out of my sight. " He demands. "You come with me. " He nods to the man that was backing into a wall. He nods nervously as they drag me out of my own house and out into the dirt.
"Well, well. What to do, what to do. " One of the men says, laughing and spitting on my face. I act calmly.
"I'm sure you have an idea, but given the fact that you're you and I'm me, the odds are it won't happen. " I smirk and wink at him. The amusement leaves his face and I laugh. He squats to my level on the ground, his face inches from mine. The other man behind him. I feel for the knife in my back pocket, it's lethal in my hands behind my back.
"You know, for a man with a reputation like you, I'm beginning to think it's all talk and no walk. You sit there like a kicked puppy." He says, still inches from my face. Then he nods to one of the men behind him.
"Get the rope. " And the man complies, and walks over to a horse and rummages around for a minute. I feel hot stale breath on my face and toss the knife from hand to hand behind my back, adrenaline pulsing through my veins.
"You just stay righhhht here, now. Let us take care of ya for a little while." The man in front of me says. The other man comes back with the rope. "Hope you enjoy your stay." My knife slashes through his neck, leaving his words gurgled at the end. He gasps for air as he falls to the ground. I look up to see the other man with the rope backing away, terror in his young eyes. He must only be in his early twenties.
"I suggest you run along now. " I say to him with piercing eyes, sharp words. Then I think of him running off and telling everybody where I am. "Unless you want to test yourself?" He doesn't move so I assume that's a yes. But then he drops the rope and runs off. Dammit! I kick the dirt. I pull out my gun and aim in the direction of the man. I pull the trigger. There's a scream, and then silence. I stalk off into the house just as Mr. Fancy pants and the other man run straight towards me.
"I thought I told you to save him for me!" Mr. Fancy pants yells as he runs straight into me, and straight into my waiting knife. It's dark and all I can feel is the electricity in the air swirling around me as I pull my knife back out and lower the man to the ground. The other man comes charging, with not a clue as to what just happened, and I move to the side as he passes. His back is to me, his arms flailing in the air. I lift my right arm with the knife in hand and then let it fly. It hits the target, right in the middle of his back. He slumps to the floor. I go outside to drag the other men into the house so I can make sure I get everything off of them. I pile them in the front sitting room, that's when I feel something or I should say someone behind me, watching me. Jane.
YOU ARE READING
Native Outlaw
AdventurePreface I watched my grandpa hang his bloody brass knuckles up by the wooden door. He made his way to the gun safe and put the house riffle away. My grandpa stood there for a long time, hands on his hips and the gun safe standing wide open. He star...
