Become a Fan
But a Dream
By Charlie Martin
Wednesday, June 07, 2006
Rated "PG" by the Author.
The bounty hunter Dakota Jack travels through his own personal nightmares.
Eventually, he turns down a side street. Then it’s time for me to make my move. I’m not exactly quiet about it, though. Myrna was always the subtle one. That’s how we’ve worked for the past year: she comes up with the plan to line the bounties up, and I walk in with my gun and knock them down. But Myrna’s back at the hotel, so my simple plans will have to do. I stride up behind Borden and tap his shoulder. When he turns around, I smile and drop my hand to my gun.
“Dakota Jack,” he says grimly. He takes a few steps backwards, glancing toward the alleys around us and trying to figure out an escape route. I draw my gun and level it at his head, letting him know that I’d appreciate it if he stayed still.
“You’ve heard of me?”
Borden gives a malicious smile, showing the top row of his teeth. “Not really. I just seem to remember seeing some of your folk in the Dakotas a while back. Then I threw out the most dirt common name I could find.”
Some folk start coming by now, forming a small crowd around us. They give a buzz of concern, but nobody moves to stop me. I’m the only one who knows how many bullets I have.
“I’ve been busy back east,” says Borden, not even sweating a drop. “I’ve got a big bounty on my head. There’s more cash involved if you take me alive.”
I cock the hammer. He knows and I know that this isn’t about money. Even as I draw a bead on him, Borden doesn’t stop smiling. Why is he still smiling?
That’s when I hear the click of her heels on the street. I turn my head part way, keeping one eye on Borden and checking behind me out of the corner of my other eye. I don’t need a good look at the woman walking up behind me; her bright red hair tells me almost everything. The sound of her cocking her gun tells me the rest.
“We really should have quit, Jack.”
I turn back to Borden, pressing my finger against the trigger. His smile doesn’t fade as Myrna’s gun goes off, cutting off my shot. A hot kiss of lead cuts just below my shoulder blade, sending me toppling face first into the sun scorched street. Borden walks smoothly around me to Myrna’s side. She gives him a kiss on the cheek before my vision fades.
The crowd won’t chase after Myrna; they won’t even get in her way as she and Borden leave town. I’m not one of their people. I’m not a part of any people, anymore.
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