Butchers Of Blackwater Part One: Fire And Brimstone

The Rope And The Colt

Colt was still in bed recovering from the night before. He gets up and looks out the window to see that we were snooping around outside. He sees us follow this pair of odd looking people. "Dear lord. A prostitute?" He holds his head in shame. He then sees two more people. They stop us. Suddenly two more appear behind us. "Trouble"  we're knocked out and bags are put over our heads. "Shit" he grabs his things and heads out.

We had been bushwacked and kidnapped. Wrists were bound. The bags are taken off our heads. I was face to face with the killer of my father. He opens his mouth and begins to talk.

"What on gods green earth were you boys doing snooping around my business?"
I notice the bartender dead on the floor next to us. We weren't in Blackwater. We were outside at a camp surrounded by armed men.

"Mighty stupid I must say."
"Fuck off. You killed my father you sack of shit and these binds won't save you from the vengeance I will lay upon you."

"Strong words. But I dont know you, boy and I dont remember your father either."

"Cathartis. You burnt down my home with my father inside."

"Oh now I remember. Deserted his gang. Had it coming if you ask me. Sounded like a goddamn coward." He laughs with his men.

"He went down fighting to keep you from killing me."

"All that work for nothing. What a disappointment you must be."

Blake shuffles trying to loosen his binds.

The killer raises his gun.

He cocks the hammer. Then he notices something. Blackwater has been cast in flames. There was a fire steadily growing over the horizon.

"Goddamn" he mutters

He leaves us in binds and the rest of his men mount up and ride to Blackwater.

"He's getting away again!"

Blake unties his restraints. And helps the rest of us.

"Where's colt?" Jason asks

We had gotten so wrapped up in finding this man that we left colt inside the saloon which was currently burning to the ground. Was a situation I was far too familiar with.

"Krist, colt is in that town we have to go get him. Forget about revenge dont lose yet another to the endless cycle." Jason holds my shoulder.

"Let's go"

We start running to Blackwater.

The town is in flames.

There are bodies all over the streets. Blood everywhere. We follow the trail of dead outlaws to a celler.

Inside is a small room with a distillery. Injured is the killer.

"There you are."

"You goddamn bastard. This asshole has burned everything. Months of work lost to you fools."

Before I could ask who I noticed somebody slumped against the wall, slashed to bits. It was colt.

"You bastard"

"He came at me first."

I approached him and punched him in the jaw. He falls to the ground and grabs a machete. I look around for something to use. An old pipe on one of the tables. I grab it and throw it at his head. He stumbles and tries to slash me. He misses. I knee him in the stomach. He falls.

"You bastard"

His machete falls to the floor.

"You kill him with this?"

"He died screaming."

"We both know that ain't true. I don't know how you did it but I know for damn sure it wasn't easy. Man like that doesn't go down that easy. You fought dirty. That's another good man you've killed and it'll be the last."

I hold the machete

"What you gonna do with that?"

"I'm gonna chop your fucking head off"

I chop at his neck. It takes at least three swings. It looked as painful as it sounds.

I walk over to colts corpse.
He was a good man and he helped me become a better one. He taught me everything I know about survival. "Thank you colt"

"I'll see you in the next life my friend."

We leave Blackwater to burn, holding the head of the killer by his hair.

"Throw that thing away." Jason said covered in soot.

"So much for my pay."

"I'll get you back"

We took our horses and left Blackwater.