Iron Eyes 12 by Rory Black

Author:Rory Black
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: joe lansdale, western adventure, supernatural fiction, colt 45, jonah hex, western ebooks, piccadilly publishing, westerns 1880s, edge the loner
Publisher: Piccadilly

Chapter Nine

MEN CUT FROM Joe Brewster’s kind of cloth seldom made mistakes unless they were the fatal kind. The outlaw had vowed that if anyone was going to make such a mistake this night, it would not be him. He had somehow managed to move unhindered through the various levels of The Texas House whilst accepting free drinks and helping himself to the ample supply of freshly prepared food. In order not to arouse any suspicions Brewster had placed a few token bets at the roulette table before heading up the flight of stairs to where he had seen Texas Jack and Fargo head thirty minutes earlier.

He knew that they had now had plenty of time to settle down in Kelly’s office and imagine their rewards when the night’s takings were tallied up. All the outlaw had to do was find that office and make his unexpected introductions.

When he reached the landing three females draped in smiles and very little else surrounded him. Their perfume was enough to sober up the drunkest of men. Brewster allowed their lips to leave their paint on his shaven face and their hands to grope his freshly bathed body through his new clothes. As they caressed him with eager fingers his keen eyes darted from one door after another until they found what he had been looking for. Right at the very end of the corridor he saw the one door which did not have a number, just the word ‘private’ emblazoned upon its gleaming surface.

Brewster handed out silver dollars to the females and vaguely promised he would return to them to pursue their obvious pleasures later. With the coins in their hands the ladies sought out new potential clients.

The outlaw walked down the corridor towards the door. His steps being muffled by the plush carpet, he reached it unheard in a matter of seconds.

Brewster pushed his coat tails over the holstered guns and gritted his teeth. In one fluid action he had opened the door and entered before the occupants of the room had even realized anyone was there.

Texas Jack Kelly was sitting behind his desk in a chair fit of a king. Few thrones could have equaled it. Fargo was resting his hip on the edge of the desk. Both men had glasses in their hands when they looked up.

Their startled expressions amused the bank robber.

Fargo lifted his weight to stand as Brewster drew both his weapons and cocked their hammers.

‘I’d stay exactly where you are, Fargo,’ the outlaw advised.

‘You know me?’ Fargo asked.

Brewster simply nodded.

Kelly placed his glass on his blotter and leaned back against the padded back of his chair. A smile as wide as a canyon filled his face.

‘If it ain’t little Joey Brewster!’ He laughed.

Brewster did not see the joke. ‘I’d be careful about how you talk to me, Texas Jack. I got me a real bad side and only a plumb loco fool would want to see it!’

The gambler nodded. ‘I apologize, Mr. Brewster. Where’s Clem and Frank?’

‘Dead.

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