Slocum at Dead Dog by Jake Logan

Author:Jake Logan [Logan, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781440622977
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Published: 2007-03-27T04:00:00+00:00

12

Slocum unstrapped his gun belt, refastened the buckle, and walked to his horse, where he hung the rig over the saddle horn. The three men on the sidewalk stopped. They looked at one another and back at Slocum. Slocum stepped away from the horse and looked up at Benton.

“Fair fight, Sheriff?” he said.

Benton shrugged. The three men walked toward Slocum, stepping down into the street. Benton said, “Take off your irons, boys.”

They paused and looked at Benton almost unbelieving. Then they unstrapped their belts and dropped the rigs on the sidewalk. They moved back out onto the street and walked toward Slocum. Slocum stood casually until they were within reach.

“I guess you ain’t had enough, Slocum,” said Reardon.

Slocum kicked as hard as he could, smashing Reardon’s balls. Reardon roared in pain and shocked surprise. Both his hands reached for his crotch as he doubled over, his face turning green. Then Slocum stamped the foot of Ball as hard as he could stomp. He felt like he had cracked some bones. Ball shrieked and began hopping around on one foot. Slocum turned on Gurney. Gurney had grown suddenly cautious. He put up his guard and danced backward away from Slocum. Slocum raised a hand and gestured for Gurney to come forward to meet him. Gurney danced around.

“Come on, you little chickenshit,” said Slocum. “It’s just you and me now.”

Gurney suddenly ducked his head and ran straight forward toward Slocum, but Slocum stepped aside and kicked Gurney in the ass as he passed, sending him sprawling in the dirt, his face digging a trench in the street. Slocum stepped after him, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him to his feet. He turned Gurney around and smashed him in the face, twirling him around and dropping him. Then he turned back to the other two. Neither one looked as if he wanted any more. Ball was sitting on the edge of the sidewalk holding his hurt foot, and Reardon was squatted in the street moaning. Slocum glanced up at Benton who was leaning casually against the wall watching the whole thing. Slocum jerked Reardon to his feet, punched him twice in the belly, and bashed him on the side of the head. Reardon dropped like a sack of flour. Then Slocum moved to where Ball was seated. Ball raised his hands up in front of his face. Slocum, ready to swing, reconsidered. He turned to walk away. Then he reconsidered again. He turned back toward Ball and stamped on his other foot. Ball screamed and fell forward in the street, clutching at his feet and rolling around in the dirt. Slocum kicked him hard in the ass and walked to his horse. He mounted up, touched the brim of his hat to the sheriff, and rode out of town.

Out on the road, away from any eyes in town, Slocum clutched himself around the middle and doubled over in pain. Damn that had hurt his broken ribs.

* * *

Back in town, Benton looked at the three pathetic wretches.

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