Blood-Feud

Chapter II - Part 4

For Percival Kilgore, the darkest day of what was supposed to have been just one more of but many of his glorious returns from yet another successful upstart fountain of money openings for his ever increasing kingdom of kingdoms continued on its recumbent slide from bad to worse to intolerably noxious as the ever recurrent bad as bad could have possibly been for someone of his office and stature in this town which just seemed to have piled up like the muck of excrement beneath one of those outer houses that the more uncivilized country folks used for taking a dump in which irony of ironies was not entirely unlike the animals that they lived with and undoubtedly shared flees and the god-awful blood sucking ticks he often thought they were undoubtedly infested with beyond repair.

His usual coach with its cache of minions specifically charged to have eased his travel along with a proper wet bar stocked in full with his best top shelf choices as well as a cadre of smoking supplies to have helped him relax as he would have normally shared his tales of conquest and utter successful manifestations of his efforts as they literally knelt in complete awe of his obvious well placed and executed choices that had once again turned mud into gold not unlike Midas but with proper panache and utter flair unlike any in his sphere of existence.

Perhaps when he fired one or two people once he managed to have trudged through the grit and grime of those who only worked just hard enough to have earned their next meal and the umpteen children that they had so carelessly managed to have spawned only to further have cluttered his streets to slow him down even more he would begin to feel better or at least a certain well proportioned amount toward that goal.

He had really begun to hate this city.

The upstart of not even yet an official junior apprentice editor Zachariah g'dammed Pennington and his dark forlorn frankenwench Delilah who obviously had no business whatsoever having even been considered as part of the ownership as he clearly should have had thrown a considerable monkey wrench into his plans by not having been killed off the very moment that they had arrived in the outer edges of what few if any may have even remotely characterized as civilization of the western frontier as he had fully expected but rather, in an unprecedented cosmic slap to his face had managed to have had the gall and wherewithal to have reported more times than he cared to admit or count on a nationally selected basis along with having taken the entire credit for their tawdry postings on the various massacres by the indigenous greasers from south of that obnoxious border that had already caused far too many lives to have defend it than it should have.

Had he managed to have had his way, his picture standing on and amidst the dead corpses of some good for nothing red men would have gone a long way to have properly soothed and consoled those who lost both boys and men to such an insidiously unscrupulous people who refused to move on when told to from property that clearly was not theirs in the first place.

A promotion to national head of operations based out of the brand spanking new headquarters that he had gone to every expense to have made in his vision of what heaven should look like in the San Francisco office would be his next move he had decided once he had unnecessarily wasted yet more of his valuable time to have cleared up the embarrassment of fiasco that had engulfed two of his best men who now undoubtedly waited in utter despair to be rescued from the fiery pits of a waste of statehood named Ohio and the spit in the road that they apparently thought of as what must pass for a civilized city called Cleveland in a rather grand error in unjustified and certainly misplaced opinion given what men of his caliber clearly knew to it to be.

Even Sodom and Gomorrah would have served as improvement in his ever insightful opinion of the lack of glamour or even descent hospitality with ten cent whores and cheaper whiskey watered down for the very important tourists like he himself who had paid top dollar to have known the difference would have known beyond doubt.