Vaquero de Alta California
- Jan 20, 2018
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Tybalt responds to the question, a hint of weariness entering his voice as the threat of immediate danger diminishes "Bandito? perhaps more like a local quarrelsome hotshot picking a fight with a real gunfighter". Tybalt moves the body to the most secluded corner of the small office. "But I only saw the tail end, the actual duel, Corbin If you would be so kind as to tell how all this sorrowful business came to pass?"
"He was egged on by an idiot and I happened to get lucky. Nothing to celebrate"
Corbin slumps down in the corner next to Bart's body with his head down.
Tybalt lets out a heavy sigh, "Yeah, figured it was something stupid like that, well at least you weren't the one egging on for a duel". Tybalt puts a hand on Corbin shoulder "You defended yourself in and fair duel". "Now does this second idiot got a name? because I already know Pa Sommers is going to be burr in our saddle and I'd like to keep track of all our ill wishers".
"Thanks Mr. Crenshaw" Corbin says as the hand is placed on his shoulder.
"His name was Bart, worked up at Big Jim's. You might have met him at the mess hall. I loudmouth for sure and probably would have ended up in a situation like this at some point anyway, but still...." he trails off.
"Next time, señor, you bring us with you and you no have to worry," says Carlos Jiménez de Zamora, gesturing to his cousins and then quickly drawing a finger across his throat while smiling gleefully. "We kill him for you so you no have to feel bad for to kill a man.""Bart eh, we'll I keep an idea out for loudmouths and you try to keep one eye ahead and behind you when you're in town. Loudmouths have a way of getting the drop on you when your not watching". Tybalt then slouches down on to the floor on the other side of the the deceased and lowers his hat over his face and begins to doze off for the night.
Octavio Jiménez de Texada and Pablo Jiménez de Cisneros silently nod their agreement, their faces stern and determined.
"Some folks just need killin'," comments Aaron Armbruster.
"Better him 'n you," adds Abel Armbruster.
The five gather up their hats, shirts, and playing cards and settle into various corners of the town marshal's office.
"Don't it feel kinda strange we're the law in this town now?" says Abel to no one in particular.
Shall I fast forward to morning or did you want to converse more? Either way works.