The stranger stepped into the dimly lit tavern. Dirt and mud clung to his breeches, cowboy hat and long coat. He wasn’t a large man, yet a sense of strength and power surrounded him. Just inside the doorway, he stood letting his eyes adjust to the sudden darkness.
Everyone in the bar turned their heads as one to gaze upon the new stranger. He slowly walked toward the bar, and placing a few coins on its rough surface ordered a whiskey. His voice was a hoarse whisper, only the barkeep and a couple others sitting at the bar were able to hear him. Taking the small glass of liquor, the stranger downed the drink, exclaiming a soft sigh of pleasure.
“On occasions,” the stranger said.
“I’m a bourbon man myself,” he said taking a gulp of his drink, “The names Clive Hodgkins,” he said holding has out.
“Pleasure,” the stranger said ignoring the drunks outstretched hand.
“Trevor,” the stranger said simply and motioned to the barkeep for another round.
“Nice to meet you there Trevor boy,” Clive said with a big sheepish grin. “Where you from?”
“Come now, what’s with the secrecy? You can tell ‘ol Clive, I won’t tell no one.”
“Just traveling through.”
“Where you a headed then? Or is that a secret too?” Clive laughed.
“No where in particular,” Trevor said in his raspy voice.
“Must be a sad existence there boy, having no where to go. You need a place to stay? There’s a hotel down the street a ways, its nothing fancy but she’ll do for a nights sleep.”
“Thanks, I’ll look into it,” Trevor said ordering another drink. He turned his back to the bar and began surveying the room. His eyes came to light on a man in the far corner of the bar, sitting with two others and talking in hushed voices.
“Who are they?” he asked turning his back on the room.
“The big one is called Tom Wallace; the other two are Lester Hughes and Christopher Banks. Stay clear of them Trevor, they kill any man who crosses them. Sherriff won’t do nothing about it, he’s Tom’s brother, names George,” Clive said in a slurred whisper.
“How many have they killed?” Trevor asked.
“Right you are Billy,” Clive said taking the mug.
“Do they have a name?” Trevor asked.
“Why are you so concerned with them?” Billy the barkeep asked seriously.
“They look awfully familiar. But so far I can’t remember why,” Trevor said simply.
“Its best you leave them alone. Otherwise, you’ll go missing like all the others,” Billy said before walking away to another costumer. Trevor sat for a moment or two, before getting to his feet and heading to the table in the corner. There were gasps from the bar.
“Excuse me gentlemen, I was wondering if you would be interested in a game of cards?” Trevor asked politely in his hoarse whisper.
“In a rush to loose some money?” one man said.
“We don’t play with trash boy,” the other one chimed in.
“Now boys, how could we pass up a nice game of cards?” Tom Wallace said smiling.
Names were exchanged then the men dealt the cards in silence, placing their bets they sat back and examined their cards.
“So where you from stranger?” Christopher asked.
“North. Just traveling through”
“Where are you traveling to?” Tom asked.
“No where really. When I find a place to stop, I’ll stop,” Trevor said smiling up at the men.
“How are you surviving without money?” Lester asked he was the one who refused to play with trash.
“Oh I have a bit of money. Whenever I’m getting low, I find a job for a bit,” Trevor said watching as the three exchanged looks.
“How much we playing with here Trevor boy? We won’t make the stakes too high, just so you don’t lose everything!” Tom chuckled.
“Where did you stop off last?” Christopher asked after the negotiations were over.
“Tennessee, Tellico Plains I think was the name,” Trevor said absently. The three changed looks again.
“Oh really? What were you doing way up in Tennessee?” Christopher asked.
“That’s something huh,” Tom said.
“I wish I knew who did it, and thank him. Saved me a bullet,” Trevor said with a laugh.
“I bet,” Tom said again, clearing his throat. A soft click was heard from his end of the table. Trevor smiled.
“What did you do that for? I aint cheating.” He said lightly.
“It’s awfully funny that we just left Tennessee,” Tom said.
“Is that so? Whose turn is it?” Trevor asked looking around the table, seemingly oblivious of the sudden tension.
“It’s also funny that horse of yours looks awfully familiar.” Tom said.
“Well I bought him up in Tennessee, the one I had before bit the dust the second I rode into town,” Trevor said sitting his cards down. He leaned back in his chair and laced his hands on the back of his head.
“You look awfully familiar too boy,” Tom said.
“You are one stupid son of a bitch Trevor,” Lester said.
“How so?” he asked keeping his gaze locked on Tom.
“You have three guns aimed at your belly and you sitting there smirking like you won the game,” Lester said.
“Who are you?” Tom asked.
“Who do you think?” Trevor asked. He took his hands slowly and put them on the table. He leaned in close to give Tom a good look.
“Can I help you folks?” a tall lanky man asked from the doorway.
“Of course, come on in,” the man said backing way to let the other’s enter.
After eating, the group huddled down under piles of blankets and the couple settled themselves down to sleep.
“Don’t move,” a deathly whisper sounded into the night.
“Take what you want, you know we don’t have much,” the man said shakily to the stranger.
“Move, I dare you,” the voice said.
“Hey Buster, your turn!” a man called from the doorway.
“My pleasure,” he said. The two men exchanged places, the gun pressed hard against the husband’s skull.
Crashes and crying came from the main room. The husband began to shake slightly, his sobs were quiet.
“Move and you’ll die, and she will become our whore,” the new voice challenged.
The husband was pulled out of bed, and dragged into the main room. His wife, beaten and bloody, lay in a small pile in the floor. The strangers were laughing and joking about the raping of the woman. The man slumped in the grasp of the two men holding him, tears pouring down his face.
“Ah aint that sweet Buster,” one man said sarcastically.
“Terribly.” A shot echoed into the night.
“You can’t be,” Tom said in a whisper.
“Can’t be who?” Trevor asked seriously.
“No you didn’t,” Trevor said. He raised his hand slowly, and pulled the hat from his head. Long blonde hair spilled out, to frame her face.
“Oh my god!” Christopher exclaimed. Without blinking, she lifted the gun in her lap and shot both Christopher and Lester in seconds. She jumped up out of her chair, knocking over the table. She walked up to Tom gun aimed at his head.
“Let me bring you up to date you sorry asshole! I lay on that floor for two days before I came to. I found my husband, lying dead on the floor mere inches from me. All of our belongings gone, even our pots and pans. It took weeks for me to even walk again. And then I find out I’m pregnant! Not knowing if it was my husband or one of your bastards, I tried to kill myself. As you can see it didn’t work, but I lost the baby.”
“Instead of trying again, I decided I wanted you dead instead, and all of your crew. You are the last one left Tom. I’ve gotten rid of all five of your buddies who raped me and murdered my husband. Now it’s your turn,”
“You’ll pay for this bitch, my brother is sheriff. They’ll hang you,” Tom said laughing.
“There are witnesses here, they will see that you pay,” Tom said with a grin.
“You think so? Hey folks, who here will stop me from killing ‘ol Tom? Does anyone want to see me hang for it?” she asked the crowd behind her. No one spoke, no one moved. “See Tom, they don’t care what happens to you. Making enemies leaves you all alone in the end.”
“Get it over with it then,” Tom said sitting up taller.
“Oh no see it doesn’t work that way. That would be fair, and what you did to me and mine, was not fair. You are going to suffer, and all us here in the tavern are going to enjoy the show,” she said with an evil grin on her face. “Anyone got some rope?” she asked the crowd. A roll of rope was tossed near her feet. She tied him to the chair, stripped him of every single artifact on his person. She pulled up her vacated chair and moved it so she was closer to him and sat down.
“Shoot me you spineless bitch!”
“Not having fun are we Tom? Did you give Henry that choice? Or did you shoot him without him knowing?”
“I shot the bastard as he fell to his knees sobbing over you, pathetic excuse for a man!”
“Yes that’s right, a husband grieving over his wife’s body, bruised and bleeding and covered in your filth, how pathetic. It’s you that’s pathetic. You have taken from everyone that has ever come in contact with you. Well no more Tom, now it’s our turn,” she said lifting her gun. Tom smiled. She shot his left foot, and he screamed.
“No!” Tom screamed.
“So what? Shoot me get it over with!” he screamed struggling against the ropes.
“So what? Do you know how many of them had children? Do you know what they could have contributed to this world if you hadn’t murdered them? No because it’s all about you Tom. All about you!” she said shooting his right food. Tom began to scream and cry, loud ear piercing screams.
“That only takes care of ten people. Guess whose next?” she asked. She had tied his hands to the arm rests of the chair. She walked over, looking him in the eye and shot his right hand.
“Fifteen,” she shot his left hand, “Twenty. Now that leaves thirty, do you have thirty of anything Tom?” she asked with a maniac laugh.
“Fuck you!” he screamed in her face.
“Ah you have, and you weren’t very good,” she said just before shooting him in the groin. His screams turned irrational, unreal. He struggled against the ropes and had to stop at the pain it caused. Blood was all around him. His two companions were still slumped in their chairs.
“No woman will ever miss that Tom. Or you,” she said. The shot echoed inside the tavern.