Cowboys And Angels

Chapter 4

John kicked his horse's sides as he rode towards Armadillo... While he was sad to leave Bonnie behind, he reminded himself over and over again that his goal was to kill his former brothers in arms to free himself and his family... His Family... Right. Finally riding into town, he allowed his ivory stallion to slow.

"Good boy, Harlow." He said quietly as he trotted up to the Sheriff Station and hitching up the horse.

John ran a hand over the Kentucky Saddler before walking into the station, raising a brow as there was no one to be found, but noting that one of the cells was actually open, it seemed the Sheriff was napping... Oh yeah, John was completely confident...

"Excuse me." He announced, the prisoner in the locked cell turning over to the sleeping buffoon.

"Hey... Hey! You got a visitor!" He snapped, the sleeping man awakening with a slight jolt and coughing up some phlegm, John narrowed his eyes with disgust, he watched the unfamiliar man glanced at him before craning his head back to the prisoner.

"Shut up you!" He snarled in a heavy hillbilly accent before finally acknowledging John. "What'chu want?" He growled.

"My name's John Marston... I was told to come here." He replied.

"Oh yeah..? Why?" The other asked.

"I guess cause we're both in the business of the law." John stated, watching the so-called-Sheriff stand and stretch lazily as he leaned against the iron bar frame.

"... You that fella from the train company?" He asked.

"No, I'm from Fort Mercer." John corrected, but the demeanor of the other quickly changed.

"Fort Mercer... Y-You one of them Williamson boys!?" He asked quickly drawing his revolver and pointing it at John who did the exact same.

"Calm down." John said sternly.

"Shoot 'em mister! Shoot 'em!" The prisoner encouraged John.

"You gettin' cute with me boy?" The strange man asked, but thankfully before John could be shot again, someone else entered the room.

"What's goin' on here?" The white bearded man sighed in a frustrated fashion, a cigar pursed between his lips.

"I got me one of them Williamson boys." The younger of the two strangers said matter-of-factly.

"I got me one of them idiots who give Marshals a bad name..." John quipped back evenly.

"... Jonah put your gun down." The older stranger instructed.

Embers watched intently as this Jonah character eyed him but slowly put his revolver back at his side, and only then did John bring his gun down. The captive man releasing an irked sigh and throwing his hands up angrily.

"You must be the man from Blackwater." This new man said in slight disinterest.

"Yessir... Listen that dog ain't too bright... But he seems loyal." John snorted softly, watching Jonah rest his hands on his hips and look to the floor.

"... Jonah, get outta here for a minute." The other demanded.

"... Yessir Mister Johnson, sir." Jonah complied but glared at John as he began making his way out the door. "You... I dun seen enough of yer hide around here, friend." He huffed, but John just chuckled in reply.

"I think there's some school children down the way that you can go frighten." He antagonized.

"Oh hardy-fucking-harr... Dickhead." Jonah snarled and disappeared out the door.