Scareship_Issue8

Oh, wait. I already done told you that part at the beginning.
Sorry, the mind wanders a might at my age. Let me jes’ take
another sip from this here jug—ahh—to collect mahself. They say
Mountain’s blood keeps ya young, but not so’s I’ve ever noticed.
Anyways, on we go from here…
There was much rejoicing in Rook on that fine day, which had
jes’ seen the sun set a second time on the life of Sheriff Jack Bull
Evans. Madame Sunny, so glad to see Gilly alive after all those
years in Texas, crushed the boy to her massive bosom. Sid Uhry
declared it a holiday, with drinks on the house, and the stagecoach
driver, Miss Sharon, pulled Evans’ tin star off his bloody corpse
and pinned it on Gilly’s vest.
Gilly and Horse were a parade all by their own selves, but one
that was soon follered by nearly the entire town, right up to the
mouth of Newt Starr’s main silver mine, the #7. The townsfolk had
themselves a picnic of an impromptu nature, right there and then.
In doing so, they might as well have dropped their drawers and
waived their privates at ole Newt… which, in fact, some fellers did
that night for good measure, after a hog-killing time was had by
all.
Now, Andrew Newton Starr was a great many things, but
being the sort of feller at whom you waived your johnson was
certainly not among ʼem. And though most of his men were now
most grotesquely deceased, thanks to Gilly and Horse, he was not a
man without bountiful resources. He summoned his few remaining
ranch hands to collect up the body of Bull Evans. He would have
need of it at some point, he knew.In the meantime, he sent a
telegram to Kansas City, asking his agent there to start hiring some
more guns so he could retake the town. And he would summon his
daughter, Isabelle, too. At present, she was visiting the family’s
holdings back in Scotland, but she could prove useful at a time like
this.
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