A Legend From The Shadows

Fighting In A Saloon

I rode into the town early in the morning, mainly because I didn't much feel like trying to sleep. I wanted this contract to be done so I could return to the ranch and finish mending the fences. by this time I was right around 36 years old and was looking to have a quiet life, least until the devil came knocking again for contracts. Truth be told what I wanted was a way to get out of this curse, A man gets tired of killing all the time and would like to settle down. My reputation as The Marshal meant that people would leave me be for as long as I wanted. 

I usually walked into town instead of taking the horse because they would panic and hide, not that they didn't when they saw who was walking in the black. I usually had the same outfit when out on a kill, mainly because the devil gave me one after the first 50 kills. A nice black hat, boots and a get up to match. When people saw me walking to the town they knew better than to run, mainly if the contract was on them I would just shoot them running. 

The atmosphere in the saloon was the same as any other. Full of smoke and people from around the town, also smelled of booze. I opened the door and walked to the bar, their eyes on me the whole time, people knew me and most wouldn't utter a word unless I spoke first. I told the man to give me a glass and to leave the bottle of whiskey to which he obliged. 

"I know why your here mister and we don't want any trouble, we will let you do your deed." He said as he cleaned a glass, giving me a serious look.

"You may know why it here, but I haven't told you who after yet. Blonde girl, slender figure, brown eyes, right around 30 years." I told him as I drank the whiskey.

"She works here." He said, pointing to a door. "She is getting ready for a show though mister, one of the favorites around here. Be mighty glad if you would let her dance one last time."

"Fine," I said, finishing my glass and pouring another. 

It wasn't the first time I had let someone have a final wish before killing them. whether it was a final drink, dance or even a final woman before being put into the ground. I never thought much of it, they knew that they couldn't outrun or outfight me. So I took a seat and waited for the show to start. I admit, she was beautiful and a fine dancer, but I had a job to do. So after the show, I got up from my seat and began to walk towards the door where I was pointed earlier. 

"Well, look what we have here boys, someone who wants to see the girls." This voice coming from some gang member who thought he protected the town.

"You should know who I am, they call me The Marshal of Death," I told him as I pushed past him.

"Yeah, I know who you are, a coward. You gun people down and not even for money." He said grabbing my arm.

Without a word I spun and broke his arm, holding my gun to his head. It was an old-fashioned  colt peacemaker. Over 70 kills behind it, I told his bosses that they need to drop their guns and leave. All of them ran. Their leader being ignorant decided he wanted a fist fight. I'd give details, but he only got one hit. Then I broke every bone in his body and broke his neck.

"Anyone else stands between me and my target and I'll unleash Hell on this whole town," I said without shudder as I opened the door to the dressing room. 

It was empty, she had snuck out the back and I saw a carriage riding away. A team of four horses pulling the carriage. I walked outside where I let out a whistle, my horse appeared and we chased down that carriage within minutes.