the assassin by rye james (western)

8/14/2019 The Assassin by Rye James (Western)

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The Assassin

By

Rye James

Beck, cmon! P-p-please...whatever hes giving you,

Ill double it! We can work this out, Murphy begged.

You know once I take the job, thats it, aint no way

out of it for ya, Beck explained. Its a darn shame forya, but you shouldnt have went and done nothin for him to

be puttin money on your head.

Do you even know what I done for him to want me

dead? Murphy asked.

Nope, Beck replied. Dont really matter to me one

way or the other. You did what you did, he wants you dead

for it, and he paid me to do it. Whether I know what

happened, or whether I agree with you or him dont make one

bit a difference. Im getting paid, thats what I care

about. So I reckon thats that.

Murphy started to shake realizing the fate thatawaited him. Finally, his fear and frustration caused him

to yell out at Beck.

Youre like a leech that attaches to something and

doesnt let go till youve sucked the life right out of it.

Been on my tail for days and days not letting up. No matter

what I do I cant shake ya, youre always a step behind.


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Youre nothin but a bloodthirsty animal, who enjoys chasing

your prey till you finally grasp it around the neck with

your killhappy hands.

Beck just stood there silently, looking at him with

that evil glare that hed looked at many a man with. Beckslowly moved his right hand down to his side, just barely

giving the handle of his Colt room to breathe.

Murphy, Im getting a little bit of a chill standing

in this Arizona night air, Beck said, becoming

increasingly annoyed. I havent had supper yet, looks like

some rain is movin in, and Im getting tired of listening

to you bellyache and babble like the coward you are. We

might as well do it now so you can be on your way to your

maker. Looking at the bottle of whiskey in front of him by

his saddle, Murphy asked, Mind if I have a drink first?

Beck nodded and obligingly said, Man shouldnt die

thirsty.

Murphy reached down and grabbed the neck of the

bottle, stood back up and took a swallow. He put the bottle

to his lips for another swallow, but suddenly threw it at

Beck, hoping to get the jump on him.

Murphy removed the gun from his holster. But with

Becks lightning speed, he managed to draw at the same time

as Murphy, even while ducking the bottle. They fired their

pistols simultaneously, and as the smoke from the multiple

shots filled the air, both men were hit and dropped to the

ground. After a few seconds, Beck clutched a handful of

dirt in his left hand, as he staggered to his feet. He held

his right shoulder as he picked up his pistol. He walked

over to Murphys lifeless body to see if he was still

alive. He nudged him in the side of his stomach with his

boot. He was lying face down, not moving, and Beck knew

that he was dead.

I cant believe you shot me, you bastard. Lou Murphy

shot me, as he shook his head in disgust. Of all the men

Ive gone up against, nobodyd ever shot me, and some of

them fellas was right handy with a pistol. It took a coward

and a bottle to draw blood on me.

The clouds then opened up, letting out a fierce,driving rain. Beck went to his horse and put on his

slicker. He figured he could make the town of Galena in an

hour or two, depending on if the rain let up and how his

shoulder felt. He knew he needed to get some medical

attention, but hed have to be very cautious about it. If


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anybody knew hed been shot, especially in his gun arm, his

name could be carved up onto some gunslingers reputation

very quickly. Any man whos good with a gun would cherish

the opportunity to notch Matt Becks name into the handle

of their revolver. So, he took out some cloth from hissaddle bag and applied it to his shoulder. Then he mounted

his Pinto, and began riding for Galena.

Matt Beck was one of the most known gunmen in the

Arizona territory. Although he was not a wanted man, and

hed never done anything against the law, nobody was more

feared. He was a gun for hire. If you wanted another man

dead, and had enough money, Matt Beck was the man to get

the job done. He always made sure it was self defense; as

he was so fast that he didnt need to draw first. Every

lawman knew that when Matt Beck rode into town, somebody

was going to die. Every undertaker knew that when he saw

Beck, he was going to pick up another customer.

There was nothing extraordinary in itself about Matt

Beck, other than his mastery of a gun. He was of average

height, build, and looks. He was a great judge of character

though, always knew the right thing to say, and seemed to

know what made other people tick. The only thing that ever

concerned him was his next job. Beck was an old veteran at

his trade, although he was only 27 years old. He never kept

an actual count, but as far as he could figure, hed killed

27 men in the last 4 years.

A few hours soon passed, and he started to come up on

Galena. He first came across the cemetery, which was

located just on the outskirts of town. It had become a

ritual for him. Just before entering a town, and just after

leaving it, he would go to the cemetery and stare at the

gravestones. He was never sure exactly why he did this.

Maybe it was out of respect to all the men who hed gunned

down, or for the men who hell make it a permanent home

for. Or, maybe as he looked upon these graves he visualized

his own name written on them.

So he sat atop his horse, with the heavy rain dripping

off the brim of his hat, just looking at the names carved

on the graves. Then, one grave caught his eye. There wasno name, or birth on it. It simply said Died April 17,

1875. He wondered who the unfortunate soul was who was

buried without a name. Though he was obviously not against

killing, he figured a man should at least be buried with

his name.


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Beck then began his slow ride into town. Because of

the heavy rain, there was nobody on the streets. But as he

led his horse through the town, he could feel the eyes of a

dozen people on him. As he looked to the buildings that

were on both sides of him, he could see some of the facesthat seemed to be glued to his every movement. They must be

dying to know who I am, he thought to himself. Well, I

reckon theyll know soon enough.

Suddenly, Beck pulled up on the reins of his horse.

He heard sounds that were different from the rhythmic

pattering of the rain. He just sat there listening, trying

to decipher what the sounds were that he was hearing. They

seemed to be coming from an alley between the saloon and

the general store. He led his horse through the alley, and

saw what he expected. It was the sounds of bare knuckles

hammering on some poor souls face. The sounds ofboots

pounding away on the ribs of his midsection. Two men were

unmercifully beating a man, with the blood pouring from his

mouth, nose, and above his left eye. Beck couldnt remember

seeing a worse beating before. The men turned around and

noticed Beck sitting on his horse, watching them. As he was

sizing the men up, Beck noticed something on the left chest

of the two men. The glare that reflected from the objects

they were wearing made it obvious as to who they were.

They were both wearing badges.

I reckon theyre the law around these parts, he

thought.

Beck locked eyes with the two men for several seconds.

Both men then dropped their hands to the holsters of their

gun, expecting to have to use them. But Beck was not

looking for gunplay, especially with his shoulder shot up,

and the possibility of his hand slipping off the handle of

his gun with the heavy rain. He grinned, and slowly backed

his horse out of the alley.

Not today boys, not today, he said barely

whispering. Looks like a right friendly town Ive come

across, he mumbled.

Figuring he might be followed, he decided to go get

something to eat instead of finding the doctor. He glancedaround town, and he saw a sign for Kaleys Eatin Place a

little further down the street. He was gettin mighty

hungry, and his shoulder, surprisingly enough, wasnt

hurtin all that bad. As he tied his horse up in front of

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following. He ordered a steak, and took a seat in the back

of the restaurant so he could see them coming through the

door. Beck made it a point to never let his back be exposed

to a door or window. Many men were afraid of him, and some

wouldnt be opposed to shooting him in the back. He kepthis eyes on the door while he was waiting for his steak.

He had a feeling the lawmen would be wanting to talk to him

after he snuck up on them in the alley. A few minutes

later, while eating his steak, they came wandering through

the door. The two men walked up to his table, and sat down

in front of him.

Excuse me, I dont think weve been introduced. Im

Sheriff Hague, and this is my deputy, Cal Morrissey. And

you are? he said smiling, extending his hand to Beck.

Beck kept his eyes focused on his steak on the table,

ignoring the hand that Hague was offering. Hague and

Morrissey looked at each other, unsure of what to do next.

Hague, being the sheriff, was the leader and talker of

the two. He was a little over six foot, clean-cut looking,

but had a mean streak that stretched on for miles. He often

would put up a front of being a friendly, mild mannered,

and good natured fellow, but was in actuality as bad as men

could come. Morrissey was a good gun, but not much in terms

of thinking. Prone to violence, he also had a vicious

streak, but would never unleash it without Hagues orders.

They had known each other for several years, even before

they became lawmen. He sported a scar along his right

cheek, most of which was covered up with his beard.

I dont think youre being very hospitable, said

Hague.

And I think youre interrupting my dinner, Beck

replied.

Well, were just trying to be friendly. Let you know

were a nice friendly town here, you being a stranger and

all.

I saw how friendly a town this is by the display you

two were putting on in that alley back there. A mighty

impressive accomplishment it was, too, Beck mentioned

sarcastically. Mustve took all the strength you two couldmuster to put down that man.

Hague began squinting his eyes, and licking his lips.

He knew the man before him was going to cause some kind of

trouble.

Im gonna give you some nice, friendly advice,


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mister. You forget what you saw back there, and since its

rainin, youre more than welcome to stay the night here.

But when mornin comes, you better be on your way, Hague

said leaning forward.

That sure does sound like some good advice, it surelydoes. I believe Ill take ya up on that offer, Sheriff.

Well thats fine. Im sorry you had to wander into

our town and see that little unfortunate incident. But, Im

sure you understand as peace officers, we sometimes have to

deal with the riff raff in unpleasant ways. Well, enjoy

your meal, and have a pleasant stay tonight.

And with that, Hague and his deputy got up from the

table and left. They walked straight over to the jail and

began discussing the stranger they had just run into.

You think hes gonna give us any trouble? Morrissey

asked.

No, I dont think so. I think hes probably just a

drifter passing through. Hell leave by morning.

What makes you so sure? Morrissey countered.

Cause why would he want to make trouble? Hes got no

stake here. Hell move on in the morning. Probably just

looking for a place to spend the night, trying to stay out

of the rain.

Meanwhile, Beck finished his meal and put his horse in

the stables. He then walked over to the hotel. He signed

the guest book, and was handed the key to his room on the

second floor. As he climbed the stairs, the hotel clerk

turned the guest book around to see the signature. His eyes

almost bulged out of their sockets upon seeing the name

Matt Beck. He rushed over to the bottom of the stairs to

make sure Beck wasnt still in sight. As soon as he

determined that Beck had gone into his room, he flew out of

the hotel and ran towards the sheriffs office. He barged

into the jail a little winded and out of breath.

Sheriff, that stranger just checked into the hotel.

Do you know who he is?!

No, why dont you tell me, he said sounding

unconcerned.

Hes Matt Beck, the clerk remarked.Hague and Morrissey just looked at each other, with an

expression of concern falling over their faces.

Matt Beck, eh? So thats him. Ive always wondered

what itd be like to go up against him, Hague exclaimed.

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said. What do you suppose he wants? Or should should I

say, who? Im not liking this. Hes bad news. If hes

staying, somebodys gonna have a new home in the cemetery.

Just relax, Cal. He may not be here after anybody.

Like I said, its raining, he may just want a place tospend the night till the rain lets up. If hes still here

tomorrow...then I guess well see what happens.

While in his room, Beck applied a new bandage to his

shoulder. The bleeding had stopped, and it didnt seem to

be as bad as he feared, but it was hurting a little more

than before. He began practicing his draw while looking in

the mirror. He let his arm fall to his side. He then tried

to draw as fast as he could. As he drew the gun out of the

holster, the grimace on his face told him he wasnt ready

for a fight anytime soon. He was definitely slower. He kept

practicing his draw over and over again. The results were

the same. He wasnt slow, hed still be able to outdraw

most men that hed come across, but he wasnt the Matt Beck

that he and everyone else knew. A few tenths of a second

slower is all it takes to determine life and death. He now

knew if he engaged in a gunfight with a man who was good

with a gun, he would lose for sure.

Within a half hour, the buzz of Matt Beck being in

town, had reached almost everybody. People at Kaleys were

hardly able to eat; as they were too busy discussing Becks

past killings.

Ive heard he once killed two men before they even

got their guns out of their holsters, one man said.

Another chimed in, I heard he killed a man just by staring

at him. Dropped dead out of fear.

The saloon was filled with second hand stories of

what Beck was like, and the men hed gunned down. The

prevailing thought was that he was just plain evil. If the

devil could take form, and personally take a man back to

the depths of Hell, surely that form was filled by Matt

Beck.

Hed probably shoot his own mother for a hundred

dollars, one drinker said.

Another at the bar mentioned, I saw him shoot down aman in Tucson. He begged and pleaded for his life, and Beck

just stared at him. It was a cold, evil stare. Just like

the devil had possessed him. Shot him right through the

heart. Hes just plain mean.

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Youre damn right I could take him. Id be mighty

interested to find out if he lives up to that reputation of

his. I bet he aint even half as fast as folks say. Maybe

its time somebody put that assassin in his place.

Youre pretty quick with that gun, Jared, but MattBeck....I dunno.

Whos Matt Beck?! Hes just a man. He lives and dies,

and bleeds just like you or me! There aint nothin special

about him. Id love to be the one to say that I finished

off Matt Beck. I say I can take him.

While the saloon and restaurant were running rampant

with stories about Beck, the towns most prominent citizens

and businessmen were gathering to find out what they should

do.

What do you plan to do about this, sheriff? the

mayor asked.

And just what is it that you want me to do?

The Mayor thought for a minute about what he wanted.

He was a heavyset man, of below-average height; a corrupt

man whod do anything to make himself wealthier, or more

powerful.

Well...get rid of him. Run him out of town, or lock

him up.

I cant run him out of town. Hes not wanted for

anything. And I dont think hes the kind who you can just

throw out of a town. If we try that, theres gonna be a

fight for sure.

Who do you suppose hes after, sheriff?

Could be anybody, Mayor. Or, he could just be passing

through.

Do you really believe that, sheriff? the storekeeper

asked.

Doesnt matter what I believe. Noboby knows, and

nobodys gonna know just by us standing around talking

about it. Well all find out by tomorrow.

What do you think, Doc? the storekeeper asked. You

might have your hands full in the next few days if Beck

stays around.

I havent really thought about it too much. We cantget inside his head and predict what hell do. Hes just a

man though. Im sure he cant be as cold and evil as

everyone says he is.

You dont read papers too much, do you Doc? Hague

asked. Believe me, hed kill you just as sure as youre


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standing there. He wouldnt hesitate, blink, or have second

thoughts. Youd be dead within three seconds, and it

wouldnt bother him one bit. Ive got reports from lawmen

all over Arizona saying the same thing. Hes a vicious,

cold blooded killer.They were all wondering why he was in town. Surely, he

must be in town to kill somebody. A man of his reputation

doesnt just pass through every day. But who could it be?

Who would have such an enemy that theyd hire Mat Beck to

dispose of them? One thing was for sure, everybody was

eager to find out. But not too eager, as it could easily be

any one of them.

From his hotel room window, Beck could see some type

of gathering by the sheriffs office. He also had a good

view of the saloon, Kaleys, and even the church. He could

see most of the street from there. The commotion on the

street was nothing new to him. Hed seen it a dozen times

before.

Lets see...looks like the towns important folk are

talkin with the sheriff. Probably a bunch of cowards in

that restaurant having trouble keeping their food down just

thinkin of me. Lets not forget the saloon, where theres

probably at least one fool who thinks I probably dont live

up to my reputation and he can take me, he said talking to

himself. Hmmmm...Im surprised the preacher aint standing

out in front of the church hollerin about how the devils

rode into town. Well...I reckon its begun. Time to lead

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Chapter 2

Beck was already dressed by the time the sun rose.

He figured to try and talk to the doctor about his shoulder

without anybody in town being suspicious of it. He walked

down the street to where the doctors office was located.

He saw a chair located directly across the street from it,

so he took a seat to wait. He also could keep an eye on

anything that might happen in town, as it wouldnt have

been the first time that he caused a panic.

After a few hours had passed, everything in town still

seemed quiet. He noticed a man walking up to the doctors

office. The man was well dressed, in his early 30s, about

6 feet tall, and carrying a black bag. Sure looked like adoctor to him. As the man went inside, Beck stayed seated a

few minutes longer. He had to think of how to bring up the

subject of his injury without immediately asking about it.

He had to know whether hed be able to trust him first. He

finally walked over and knocked on the door

Are you the doctor here?

Well, most people come to me when theyre ailing, so

I guess that would make it unanimous, the doctor quipped.

What can I do for you, Mister Beck?

I see you know my name already.

Everybody in this town knew who you were 5 minutesafter you checked in last night. A man like you, I imagine

its quite difficult to pass through a town quietly and

unnoticed.

I reckon thats true.

So what brings you to my office at this time of day?


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the doctor asked.

I usually make it a practice to talk to the town

doctor of every town I come across. I find their workload

usually increases when I arrive.

Ive heard a rumor or two to that effect, I believe,the doctor joked.

Beck was becoming intrigued by this doctor. He seemed

to be unafraid, or didnt care about his reputation,

something he didnt find among most men hed met. He also

seemed to be light hearted and quick with the jokes. Also a

refreshing change for him.

You dont seem to have much fear, Beck quizzed.

Should I have?

Most men do. They know my reputation and what I do.

I would think the only reason to fear you would be if

they had something to hide. I have nothing to hide, and no

enemies that I know of, so I dont believe I have a reason

to fear you. But if that should change, Ill let you know

promptly, I assure you.

You have an intelligent wit about you. Cant say that

Ive come across that too often in my travels.

Well, a man in your profession, I cant say that Im

surprised. So, if I may be so bold, why have you come to

this town?

What if I were to tell you I was just passing

through. Would you believe that? Beck asked curiously.

Pausing a moment to think, the doctor replied, Well I

guess if you were to give me your word, I supposed Id

believe it.

Beck seemed a little shocked to hear such a thing. It

was the first time he could ever recall meeting someone who

would actually take him on his word for something.

So are you just passing through, Mister Beck?

I cant really say one way or the other, Beck stated.

Im guessing that answers my question.

So whats your name, doctor?

Most people call me Doc Henston. And no, Docs not my

real first name. But, people have called me that for so

long....I cant seem to recall what my real first name isanymore!, he said laughing.

Beck began smiling at the humor of Henston, forgetting

about the bullet still lodged in his shoulder.

So what made you become a doctor?

Oh, I dunno....when I was a youngster, I took a


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bullet out of my older brothers leg. And people have been

coming to me ever since. I didnt have much choice in the

matter. What persuaded you to become a gunfighter?

I killed a man in self defense. He had friends who

didnt much like me for that. So, they came after me, and Ikilled them too. There was a man who saw all this...a

gunfighter. He took me aside and said, Boy, if youre

gonna go around killing folks, you might as well get paid

for it. So, I rode with him for about a year. He took me

under his wing and taught me the profession.

Dont you ever get tired of going around the country

putting a bullet into people?

Do you ever get tired of taking them out?

Thats certainly a different way of looking at,

Mister Beck.

They continued chatting a little while longer. But

Beck felt he should get to the point of why he came, and

ask about that shoulder. But first he needed to find out if

Doc would be able to keep quiet about such a thing.

Im curious about your work, Doc.

Youre curious about my work? Thats sort of an odd

revelation, dont you think?

Well, you must see quite a bit. Men coming to you

with bullet holes, knife wounds, any other type of injuries

you can imagine....must make you pretty curious as to what

happened to them.

Curiosity may have killed the cat, Mister Beck, but

it sure hasnt killed me yet. My job is to fix whats wrong

with a man. Now if a man wishes to tell me how it happened,

thats his concern. But I dont feel a need to butt into

anybodys business.

I imagine you could tell some stories about some of

the things youve seen, Beck asked getting closer to what

he wanted to know.

Yes, I suppose I could.

Care to talk about any of them?

Im not in the habit of talking about my clients,

Mister Beck.

Not one, eh?Ive never gossipped about somebody Ive treated.

Treating someones injury is not a matter to be gossipped

about.

That was exactly what he was hoping to hear. Of

course, maybe he never had any patients that were as famous


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as he was. It was a chance he had to take though. He had to

find out how bad that shoulder was. He couldnt put it off

any longer. But just to be safe, he wouldnt tell him too

much at first. If he found Doc could be trusted, hed tell

him the exact situation later.Thats kind of what brings me here, Doc. I have

something that I need you to look at.

You? Doc asked, looking him up and down. Shot or

stabbed?

Shot.

Well, wheres it at? Let me take a look at it,

Henston said.

Not just yet. Theres a few other things I want to do

in town first. How bout if you come up to my room in a few

hours? Id rather not spend too much time in here. Could

lead people to talking.

I guess that could be arranged. These few other

things, do they involve a gun?

Beck smiled. No, not just yet. Ill let you know if

youre needed.

So Beck left the doctors office reasonably sure that

Henston would keep his mouth closed about him being shot.

He deliberately didnt tell him where he was shot, in case

he did talk. Nobody would know exactly where he was

injured, which would still give him the advantage. Thats

part of what his tactics were all about, keeping the

advantage.

Walking down the street, he noticed that he had a pair

of eyes following him. The deputy had been instructed by

Sheriff Hague to follow Beck around town to see what he was

up to. That in itself was a risky proposition. Nobody knew

exactly what kind of man Beck was, and for all they knew,

he could snap at any moment if he thought he was being

followed. And whoever was following him would have hell to

pay. He wasnt really concerned about it just yet though.

He would take care of that later.

His next stop was the general store. It was time to

start with the mind games he liked to play. It was an

important part of his style. Hed found that its morebeneficial to him if people think he could be after them,

before he ever actually makes a move. Thinking about him

too much made men make mistakes or act too hastily.

Although he felt in the long run that it didnt much

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sheriff?

Morrissey just slightly, and ever so gently, nodded

his head in agreement.

Well, Im gonna do you a favor and let you live...for

today anyway. You take this message back to the sheriff,got me? Tell him the next time he wants someone followed, I

suggest he does it himself. And if he wants to know what my

plans are, to come ask me. Im not a hard man to find. And

the next person that does follow me, will get a bullet

right through his heart. Now go tell him.

And with that, Beck uncocked his gun, and let him up.

Morrissey walked back down the alleyway, and towards the

sheriffs office, although the sheriff would not like the

message that hed deliver. Beck stood there with a devilish

grin on his face. Things were beginning to fall in place

exactly how he wanted it too. People were getting nervous

and jumpy with him around. They didnt know what to expect

from him next.

The deputy walked into the office hurriedly, and found

Hague sitting at his desk. The sheriff immediately knew

something was wrong, when he saw the big red welt on

Morrisseys face.

Looks like you ran into somebodys fist, Cal.

Beck caught me following him. Im lucky he didnt

kill me. He had me on the ground with that Colt flush

against my face.

Whatd you find out?

Not much of anything. Saw him coming out of Docs

office, then he went into the general store. Then he went

around back and belted me.

Docs and the store, eh? I wonder what he wanted

there. I can understand him going to the store. Probably

getting some supplies. Why would he go to Docs though?

Want me to go ask Doc what he was doing there?

Not right now. First things first. Go tell the mayor

that Becks sticking around. Find out what he wants to do.

Then go tell Doc I want to see him here. And do me a favor,

try not to run into Beck again.

Dont worry, Im not planning on it, Morrisseystated as he was leaving. Oh yeah, he said that nobody

better follow him again. If somebody did, hed put a bullet

through his heart.

Hague just sat there at his desk thinking about the

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Hed done a lot of things in his past that he was sure

people would want him dead for. Both before and since hed

been a lawman. He took out his gun and started cleaning it.

He began thinking of every questionable thing hed ever

done and if it had finally caught up with him. One thingabout Hague was that he knew his limitations. He was pretty

good with a gun, but he wasnt quite in Becks league.

Maybe hed get lucky in a fight, but it wasnt likely. If

it came down to a fight between them, hed have to pull

something out of his sleeve. Nonetheless, he wasnt afraid

of Beck. Hed be very cautious and careful about what he

said and did with him in town, but fear didnt come to

Hague very easily.

They mayor was already waiting for Morrissey, as he

had seen him coming, while he was looking out his window.

They talked a little about Beck, what hed done so far, and

how it didnt look like he was leaving anytime soon. While

trying to think of some way to get Beck out of town, the

mayor came up with an idea.

Cal, take a note down to the telegraph office and

tell them to wire Carsonville. Theres a man there named

Brett Owens, who could get here in about a days hard ride.

If theres one man who could get rid of Beck, its him.

Hes a gunfighter for hire too...Ive used him in the past.

Hes definitely the man for the job.

Morrissey followed the mayors directions and went

down to the telegraph office to wire Owens in Carsonville.

The message said:

Owens...Your expertise is urgently needed. If you can

make it here within a day, you will get quite a handsome

sum. Spare no time in getting here...Hobbs.

Deputy Morrissey then went over to Doc Henstons

office to fetch him to the sheriff. When they got back to

the jail, Hague was ready with some questions.

Doc, I understand Matt Beck was in your office this

morning. What was he doing there and whatd you talk about?

He didnt want anything specifically. We just

basically made some small talk.

Cmon Doc, a man like Beck doesnt go up to a manjust to make small talk...less he was planning to kill him.

He said he usually makes it a practice to talk to the

doctor in every town he visits. To tell him to expect his

business to pick up.

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else to you at all? No hints about what his plans were, who

he was after, anything like that?

No, Doc said shaking his head. I asked him if he

was here for somebody. He asked if Id believe him if he

said he was just passing through.Passing through? The only place hed just be passing

through would be Boot Hill. And thatd probably be just to

visit, seeing as how hes probably put half the men in

there.

The three men just stood there for a few seconds

silently. Hague was just staring into nothingness. Doc

hadnt provided any new answers, or given any kind of clue

as to who Beck was after.

Alright Doc, you can go now. Cal, go talk to

Alston...see what Beck wanted. He was probably just there

for supplies, but check anyway.

So Morrissey went back to the general store to talk to

John Alston. He couldnt provide any new leads as to what

Beck was after either, though. He informed the deputy that

hed just given him a list of supplies that he needed, and

that hed pick them up in a few days. But, they now knew he

was at least planning to stay a couple days.

After finishing being the errand boy for the day,

Morrissey went back to tell Sheriff Hague about the mayors

plans. Hague put a chaw of tobacco in his mouth to relax

himself.

Alright, what do you got for me Cal?

Well first, Alston said Becks gonna pick up some

supplies in a couple days. That means hes planning on

staying a while.

Yeah, thats what it means, Hague replied while

spitting in a spitoon.

And the mayors got a plan. He had me wire somebody

in Carsonville.

Carsonville, eh? Who the devils in Carsonville?

I dont know. Somebody named Brett Owens. Told him to

make it here in a day or so, and hed make it worth his

while.

Brett Owens, eh? Well this should be mightyinteresting.

Whos Brett Owens?

Hes basically the same as Matt Beck. He kills people

for money. Not quite as well known as Beck, though. He

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though, hes just as dangerous and handy with a gun.

Yessir, this should be mighty interesting indeed, Hague

said with a slight smile coming over his face.

From there, Hague and Morrissey figured the best thing

to do would be to stay a step ahead of Beck. To try andalready be waiting in the next place hed be. It was

basically an impossible task, as nobody could have an

honest idea as to what Beck was thinking. Hed been to the

store, and to Docs, so theyd try to wait in places he

hadnt been yet. At worst, they could sit in the lobby of

his hotel. All of which was risky considering Becks

reputation as a vicious killer, whod kill anybody who

irritated him.

Beck was sitting in front of the barber shop when he

saw Hague and his deputy come out of the jail. He watched

as they both walked over to the saloon. He had a feeling he

knew what they were doing. He got up and walked over to the

saloon. He stood outside the doors just looking inside. He

spotted where the sheriff was sitting. They seemed to be

waiting for him. He walked in, and Hague and Morrissey

immediately sat at attention staring at him. Beck briefly

looked over at them while walking up to the bar. He asked

for a bottle of whiskey. He took the bottle in his hand,

paid for it, then turned around to walk out. As he turned

around, he gave another brief glance towards the table

where the two lawmen were seated.

Beck walked out of the saloon, and headed over to the

hotel. He then went up to his room to wait for Doc Henston

to come take a look at his shoulder. He sat on the bed and

started drinking his bottle. He took out another piece of

paper from his shirt pocket. He just stared at it. He began

to get that evil glare while staring at the paper. He

slowly took his gun out of his holster, and pointed it at

the paper.

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started poking around in his shoulder, and asking some

questions.

How much trouble is it giving you? And I want an

honest answer.

Its hurting, but I can live with it.Have you tried drawing your gun yet?

Beck nodded his head slowly.

And?

Im a little slower. The pain makes it a little more

difficult to draw it out of the holster.

I see. Well, it looks to me like youve got two

options here.

And what might they be?

Well, that would depend greatly on what your

intentions are here, Mister Beck?

Just spit out what youre trying to say.

The bullets in a position where youre not in any

danger from the wound itself. It will have to come out

eventually, but you neednt make the decision in haste. I

can take it out now, but you wouldnt be able to use your

gun for a few weeks or so. That would make your job

considerably tougher. If youre here to kill, speaking from

your perspective, Id leave it in if you can stand the

pain. But, as you said, it does make you slower...so the

decision is yours.

It didnt take very long for Beck to come up with an

answer. He gave an answer almost immediately as he put his

shirt back on. He told Doc with an almost expressionless

face.

It stays in.

Doc then knew that Beck was there for someone. He

wasnt there just to get his shoulder looked at. He wasnt

there to get out of the rain. He was there to kill. He

wondered when it would happen.

So you are here to kill, after all.

Dont start getting moralistic on me, Doc. Ive heard

it all before.

You intrigue me, Mister Beck. I want to find out what

makes a man like you the way you are. Whats made you turnto this profession, your outlook on life, the way you think

and feel.

Gonna write a book about me? Its not an easy life a

gunfighter leads, but its one Ive accepted and grown

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But whats made you this way?

Doc, Im getting a little tired here. Im gonna lie

down here for a little while. We can finish our little talk

later if youre still a wondering.

Ill be more than anxious, Mister Beck. Ill meet youin the saloon sometime later then.

That sounds fine, Doc, he said as he laid down.

While the sheriff and his deputy were sitting in the

saloon, Jared Kimwrick walked in. He went up to the bar,

had a drink, and started shooting off his mouth. Only one

name was on his mind though. He turned to where Hague was

sitting, and asked why he did nothing about Beck.

Tell me, sheriff, why do you let the cold blooded

killer have his way here? He rides into town, does what he

pleases, and you sit there and do nothing! Youre just

waiting for him to gun somebody down like a dirty dog. You

hiding behind that badge or what?!

Kimwrick was beginning to put Hague in a real bad

mood. As evidenced by the beating they put on a man when

Beck rode into town, he had a short fuse. It didnt take

much to set him off.

Im gonna tell you something right now, boy. If you

think you can take Beck, then you go right ahead and try.

If you dont like the way Im performing my duties, then

you can try me right now.

With that, Hague stood up. He pushed his chair away,

and put his hand on his pistol. He could be a rather

imposing, intimidating figure when he was angry.

Especially when someone questioned his abilities.

Im not looking for trouble with you, sheriff. Its

just that Becks got me a little jumpy, thats all.

Kimwrick then turned back to the bar and his drink.

He was a young kid of about 20. He was pretty handy with a

gun, although he had never actually used it on another man.

But, like most young men who were good with a gun, he

dreamed of becoming famous with it. And he was getting

anxious to prove how good he was. He was a little cocky,

and could probably stand getting knocked back down to size.

But if he tried Matt Beck, he might get knocked downpermanently.

Sheriff Hague and Morrissey then left the saloon.

They headed back to the jail to wait things out. They

figured that Kimwrick was eventually going to make a play

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winning, but maybe the kid would get lucky. He was hoping.

You think Kimwrick might try something with Beck,

Sheriff?

I dont know. Hes itching to make a name for

himself, thats for sure. Whether hes got the guts to goup to Beck and start something with him....well, thats

another matter entirely.

Have you given thought to who Becks here for?

Ive given it some thought, Cal. Theres just no way

of telling. Could be me, you, Doc, Kimwrick, Alston, Mayor

Hobbs....or a handful of other people. The only time were

gonna know is when its time for him to do his job.

What would you do if its you?

Id go face him. Im pretty good with a gun myself.

Dont know if I can take him, but theres no use in

worrying about it. What will be, will be.

Guess we wont find out for another day or so

anyways. Everything could change once Owens gets here.

Thatd take care of the immediate problem. But thatd

still leave unfinished business.

What are you talking about, Sheriff?

Well, somebody paid Matt Beck to come here and kill.

If hes gone, that still leaves the man who paid him to do

it. If a man wants you dead that bad, hell try again till

it happens. Everybody makes enemies at some point.

Question is...which enemies would want you dead so bad?

Kimwrick was still in the saloon talking about how he

was going to be the one to get rid of Beck. Mightve been

the whiskey talking more than him. Doc Henston walked in

and heard what Kimwrick was planning. Doc went up to the

bar to have a talk with him. He didnt want to see anybody

get killed if it could be helped.

Jared, why dont you go home and relax for a while?

Im doing all the relaxing I need right here, Doc.

Youre gonna make big trouble for yourself if youre

not careful.

Who from? Matt Beck? Good, let that killer come in

here and hear what I got to say. Somebody needs to put that

assassin in his place. He needs to know that not everybodyhere is afraid of him.

And youre the man who can put him in his place, huh?

You dont see anybody else in this God forsaken town

doing anything about him, do you? No, theyre all scared.

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pants at the mere mention of his name.

Son, you sure have a lot to learn. Matt Beck is not

just some run-of-the-mill man who uses his gun every now

and then. His gun is his life. He knows when to kill, how

to kill, and who to kill. Hes a man the likes of whichyouve never seen before. Believe me, Jared, youre not

ready for him yet.

Well you sure are getting particular with you hang

around with now Doc. Youve been getting mighty friendly

with Beck. First him visiting you at your office, then you

going up to his hotel room. I didnt realize you two were

getting to be such good friends.

Doc just started to shake his head. He knew there was

no reasoning with him. He was determined to get into a

gunfight with Beck. He was anxious to prove how good he was

with his gun, and to prove Beck was nothing more than just

a regular man with a gun. If Beck met him at the saloon

while Kimwrick was there, his day would most likely start

to pick up. Doc left the bar and took a seat at a table

near the back of the saloon. He put his hat down on the

table, and waited.

A half hour had passed. Doc was still sitting at his

table waiting for Beck. Kimwrick was also still at the bar

drinking. Suddenly they heard the sounds of the creaking

doors swinging back and forth. Beck had just stepped into

the saloon. As he always did, he looked around to see who

else he was in company with. He noticed Doc sitting at a

table near the back, and walked towards him. He walked

right by Kimwrick who didnt do or say anything to him.

Beck sat down at Docs table, making sure he was

seated with his back to the wall. There was no use in

taking the chance of getting shot in the back. As Beck and

Doc began talking, Kimwrick slowly backed away from the

bar. He adjusted his gun belt, and walked over to Becks

table, standing right in front of it. Beck just looked up

at him.

Something I can do for ya, boy?

Yeah, you can draw that gun of yours so I can rid

this town, and country of you.Beck and Doc just looked at each other. Beck turned

back to look at Kimwrick. That cold, evil stare began to

crawl upon his face again.

Now why would you wanna go do something like that

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Yeah, well, I got a problem with you. You fancy

yourself some big gunfighter and come into this town, and

everybody here is scared to death of you.

But youre not? And youre just gonna do the town a

little favor by killing me. Get yourself a nice, bigreputation around these parts. The man who kills Matt Beck

would be famous.

You aint nothing special, Beck. Youre just a cold

blooded killer. You count on people being afraid of you

cause youre an assassin, but it dont work with me. Now

the situations reversed. Instead of you looking for the

fight, its me looking for you.

As Kimwrick was talking, Beck very slowly pulled his

gun out of his holster and pointed it at Kimwrick

underneath the table.

So go ahead and shoot, Beck said calmly. Draw.

Make yourself that big reputation.

Kimwrick put his hand on the handle of his gun. He was

just about ready to draw.

Before you draw though, are you sure you can handle

the consequences?

Kimwrick slightly turned his head looking a little

confused by what Beck was saying.

What consequences are you talking about?

If you kill me, thats gonna make you the most

famous, and talked about man in Arizona. Therell be men

coming from all parts of the country looking for you. The

Dakotas, Oklahoma, even down as far as Texas...every man

whos good with a gun is gonna want a piece of you. Just

like you want to try me, theyll want to try you.

A look of caution and concern fell over the face of

Kimwrick. He wasnt so sure he wanted to try Beck now.

Youll be a big man alright. If youre lucky, you

might live for another three or four years. By that time,

somebodys bound to be quicker on the draw than you are.

Thats if somebody doesnt shoot you in the back when

youre in some town where nobody wants you there. Or if

youre not ambushed when youre riding through some valley.

And if you can stand not having a home, or staying in onespot for more than a couple days. If you think youre ready

for all that, then I suggest you pull that pistol.

Kimwrick slowly took his hand off of his gun and

dropped it to his side. Beck noticed that Kimwrick now

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Uncertainty is the quickest way for a man to get

killed, you know. Once you start doubting yourself, youre

as good as dead. Either youre prepared to kill, or youre

not. If you are, then draw. If youre not, then you best

walk away right now.Kimwrick was now more unsure than ever. As much as he

was certain a few hours before that he could take Beck, he

was now just as uncertain about it. He just wanted to be

noted as a fast gun. He didnt want to be constantly on the

run. He had never thought that hed have to prove himself

over and over again to every single up-and-coming

gunfighter who wanted to have a reputation at his expense.

He was positive that he didnt want to always be looking

over his shoulder for a bullet in the back. Beck could see

the fear that Kimwrick now had. He knew what he described

was nothing like what Kimwrick had envisioned it to be.

Youre unsure of yourself. You dont know if thats

the life you want, and thats your downfall. Thats where I

have the advantage. Walk away. Nobody can question your

courage. Youve shown it by doing what most men wouldnt

dare. The last thing Im gonna say to you is, if you draw,

Im gonna kill you.

Beck eagerly awaited Kimwricks decision. If Kimwrick

were to draw, hed be a dead man. Kimwrick moved his jaw

around, and moved his eyes around the room to try and hide

his nervousness. Within a few seconds, he started to back

away. He slowly turned around and walked out of the saloon.

Doc then noticed Beck putting his gun back in his holster.

You had that pulled on him the whole time, didnt

you? he asked with amazement.

Most men generally arent very observant.

And thats one of your advantages?

You see, he made two big mistakes. Both of them wind

up leading to the same thing. The first one was, he was

talking too much. While he was talking, I drew my gun. You

dont notice what the other man is doing when youre too

busy talking, and figuring out what youre gonna say. The

second mistake he made was that he was listening to what I

was saying, and that has the same consequences as the firstmistake, in that youre not looking at what the other man

is doing.

But you were talking too.

But I had the advantage. I already had my gun pulled

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dead before he couldve gotten his gun out of the holster.

You talked him out of it. Why...why didnt you just

kill him?

I wasnt paid to. I dont kill to make a point. I

dont kill to prove how good I am, or that Im faster. Ikill when its my job.

Well, you better watch yourself with that shoulder.

He couldve killed you if youre not careful, and he still

might, you know. You had the advantage sitting at the

table, next time you may not be so lucky.

So what if he did? Im sure nobody here would lose a

tear over me. If I were to kill him, Id win and hed lose.

If he were to kill me, Id still win and hed lose.

Doc looked perplexed at what Beck was saying. Beck was

talking like a man who didnt care whether he lived or

died.

Hes itching to carve himself a reputation cause he

doesnt know what its like. He thinks itd be fun to be

well known, feared, and have a reputation as a fast gun.

He doesnt know what its like to always have to be alert,

never letting your guard down, not trusting anyone, or what

it feels like to kill over and over again. Hes never had

to deal with all those lonely nights when your best and

only friends are the horse you ride, and the gun thats

strapped to your side.

You dont seem too enthralled with the business

youre in Mister Beck.

Im not complaining really. This is what I choose to

do. Man has to be what he is.

But you could change if you wanted to. You could make

a different life for yourself if you tried.

No, I reckon not, he sighed. Ive grown accustomed

to this way of life. You cant escape your past, Doc. It

always catches up to you. Or you catch up to it.

Are you saying you enjoy killing?

Lets just say it doesnt bother me.

Doc was just as confused about Becks views as ever.

He had trouble understanding how a man could get like that,

and have no emotions about killing another man.Dont look at me like Im some crazed animal.

I find it hard to understand you, Mister Beck. How

can you kill people and not have it bother you, and tug at

your conscience?

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you end another mans life isnt an easy thing to deal

with. Theres an endless ache in your gut that lasts a long

time. Second time is more of the same, except it dont last

quite as long...but its there just the same. The third

time you feel it, but not that much, its barely noticable.The fourth time you dont feel anything. No pain, no

regret, no remorse, and theres no looking back...youre a

killer. Im just like you in a way.

Doc sat back in his chair, and wondered how they could

ever be compared to each other at anything.

Like me? I dont think we have a thing in common,

Mister Beck.

Beck smiled at that notion.

Everybodys so quick to point out that theyre not

like the hired killer. Theyll say they have nothing in

common with that assassin. Thats where theyre wrong, and

so are you.

Tell me then, Mister Beck, what could we possibly

have in common?

Nobody escapes their past. And everyone dies, he

said with a grin.

Doc didnt know quite how to answer him. He had never

talked to a man like Beck before. His view on life seemed

odd to him, but then again, he didnt kill for a living.

For the first time in my life, Mister Beck, I think

Im speechless.

Beck had a slight laugh. He didnt really expect

anybody to understand how he thought and felt, but he

admired the doctor for trying. He was the only man hed

ever met who actually tried to have an in-depth

conversation with him. Everybody else only said as little

as possible to him, in fear of provoking him.

Well, Im afraid I have to go, Mister Beck, Doc said

as he looked at his watch. I have a few patients I need to

check in on. Try to stay out of trouble while Im gone.

Oh, I always try to stay out of trouble Doc. Bullets

cost money, you know. And Im not in the habit of working

for free. And I dont particularly feel like killing

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Chapter 4

The standoff between Kimwrick and Beck had spread all

over town within minutes. The news was of special interest

to Sheriff Hague, since he was hoping Kimwrick would get

lucky and plug Beck. While Hague and Morrissey were back in

the jail discussing what to do with Beck, an idea came to

them. Hague had to talk to Beck to discuss it though. So

the sheriff walked over to the saloon to find him.

As Beck poured himself a drink, he noticed Hague

walking in. He never took his eyes off him. Hague didntnotice another soul in the building. He was focused solely

on Matt Beck. He walked right up to Beck, and stood beside

him.

Mind if I sit down? Hague asked.

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the direction of the table, giving him approval.

Id like to talk to you about some things.

Im listening, Beck said shortly.

Lets talk someplace a little more private, the

sheriff said as he looked around. Too many wandering eyesand ears here.

And just where did you have in mind?

I dont know...how bout the cemetery? The only people

who can hear us there couldnt say a word to anybody about

it.

The cemetery...and what makes you think Id trust

you?

Believe me, Beck, its not a setup. If the time comes

for me to kill you, Ill do it to your face. Im not a

backshooter, and I dont ambush people. I just want to talk

to you...for now.

Okay. But well ride out together side by side, just

so I can be sure.

They both stood up from the table and walked out of

the saloon together. All eyes were on them. Everyone in the

saloon was wondering what was happening. They rushed to the

door and window as they watched them mount their horses.

As Beck and Hague rode through the streets, the whole town

was watching them. As they rode out of town, the townsfolk

wondered if that was the last theyd see of one of them.

A small, wooden fence enclosed the cemetery. As Beck

and Hague approached it, they stopped in front of the

gates. Beck leaned forward on his saddle, and glanced over

at Hague waiting for what he had to say.

I have a proposition for you, Beck, the sheriff

stated.

What kind of proposition are you talking about?

I want you to leave town. Now what Im proposing is

quite simple. You can stay or you can leave. If you leave,

well, thatll be the end of it. And Ill wish you luck on

your future. Might even convince the town to put a little

money behind it. If you stay, well...youre gonna die. So

my proposition is either life or death. Choice is yours.

And just whos gonna be the one to end all thisterror that Ive brought? Beck asked. You?

Might be me. Could be someone else. Somebody might

take a shot at you as youre walking down the street, or as

you come out of the hotel.

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anxious for him to leave. But, the more people try to get

him to go, the more stubborn he gets about staying.

I appreciate your concern for my health, sheriff, I

really do. But Ill leave when Im ready, he said with

conviction. And Im not quite ready yet.Thats very unfortunate for you. Dont worry though,

well give you a decent burial in a couple days.

I should hope so. After all, itd bring tourists in

from all over to look at my grave. This town would really

be on the map.

You dont seem to have much concern for your own

safety and well being, Beck.

Why should I? Were all gonna die eventually. The

only thing you can do is postpone the inevitable. Whether

it happens tomorrow, next week, or next year...it dont

worry me much. Thats why I dont put much stock in

threats. Ill do what I please till somebody stops me.

I may have to. Youve got an interesting way of

looking at life. Most people try to avoid going to Heaven

or Hell for as long as possible.

I sure doubt Im going to Heaven. And I dont think

Hell wants me. Rumor has it the devil thinks Id shoot most

of the employees he needs to keep the fires burning.

Both men had a chuckle over Becks lighthearted humor.

Beck again noticed the unmarked grave. He seeemed to be

drawn to it.

Whys that grave out there unmarked? Beck questioned.

Cause he didnt deserve having his name put on it.

Noboby knew his name anyway.

Who is he? What happened to him?

Just some drifter who passed by a year ago. He wound

up in an altercation in the saloon. Cal and I went in

there, and took him outside. We were in the alley having a

talk with him, and he pulled a gun. That was his last

mistake.

Another slight smile came over Becks face.

Convenient that happened in the alley. Seems to be a

favorite spot of yours.

What are you trying to say?, Hague asked.Im saying youre more low down, crooked, and dirty

than Ill ever be.

As far as Hague was concerned, Becks words were meant

for him to go for his gun, and he did. He quickly reached

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able to get to his gun before Hague had his pulled out of

his holster. They sat there on their horses, staring at

each other with their hands on their guns, just waiting for

the other to make a move. Just one little twitch, and one

of them would be staying at the cemetery. They were at tooclose of a range with each other for it not to be fatal.

Not with their marksmanship.

Neither man was budging. Neither wanted to be the one

to go for their gun first, but neither wanted to be the one

to take their hand off of it either. If looks could kill,

theyd have both been dead. Beck was getting that evil

stare of his. It was like a mechanism for him. He saw

nothing else but his intended target. As soon as he started

getting that look in his eyes, a killing was not far

behind.

But with the quick and sudden motion to his gun, Beck

felt a twinge in his shoulder. He was conscious enough of

the pain to not let it show on his face. If he did, itd be

a dead giveaway that he was injured. He was hoping that

Hague would not draw. If he had Hague pegged right, he was

able to draw that pistol pretty quick when he needed to.

And if he could, Beck wouldnt have a chance. A million

thoughts suddenly crossed Becks mind. He wondered if this

was it. Itd be a fitting way to die, being shot in a

cemetery. He always wondered if hed reflect on some of the

names and faces that he killed, if he saw his life coming

to an end. He didnt though. There were no names on his

mind, faces on the horizon, or silent prayers that hed

say. He would die a gunfighters death.

Hague was thinking about whether he could take him.

He knew Beck wouldnt draw first, as hes never had to

before. But, there was nobody else around. Beck could draw

first, and nobody would be able to say for sure that he

did. Especially with his reputation, everybody would think

he drew in self defense. He kept running through the

possible scenarios in his mind. He wasnt ready for a

gunfight just yet. He wasnt prepared for it right now.

But, if Beck was ready, then he wouldnt have much choice

in the matter. His only solution would be to try and talkhis way out of it.

Not today, Beck, Hague said hoping that Beck would

agree with him, and would let the gunplay step aside for

the moment.

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manner, Beck said nodding his head.

Both men slowly took their hands away from their guns.

But they both kept their hands in plain sight of the other.

Nobody was going to get surprised.

Well, I reckon this talk is over sheriff. Im stillstaying, unless you have something else to add?

Nope, I think Ive said all I have to say.

Good, and you wont mind riding ahead of me back in

to town then either, would you? Beck asked while putting

his hand back on his gun.

No, I dont mind, Hague said with a grin.

Just as it was when they rode out of town, all eyes

were on them again as they rode back into it. Nobody saw

any marks on them, or heard any shots. What they had been

doing would be the burning question on everyones mind for

the next several hours. Beck and Hague went their separate

ways once they were in town. Hague went back to the jail,

and Beck went to his hotel room. Mayor Hobbs was waiting

for Hague when he walked in.

So what happened sheriff?

Not much, Hague replied.

What did you two talk about?

I told him he could leave town alive, or he could

stay here dead.

And whats his decision?

Hes staying.

Thatll be very unfortunate for him.

You seem very confident that Becks days are

numbered. Did you ever think that Beck will kill Owens?

And if he does, hell then kill who hes here for.

Owens is the best chance we have. What else can we

do? I dont want you to face him. If he should kill you,

things would get very difficult around here.

Yeah, youd lose your bodyguards to shield you from

the illegal businesses we have going on, wouldnt you?

If you have a problem with anything sheriff, perhaps

you and Cal would rather be back on those wanted posters

where I found the both of you.

Well, you could always try buying him...just like youbought us.

That might not be such a bad idea, sheriff. Wheres

Beck at now?

I believe he went to his hotel room.

Well then, why dont we just take a little walk over


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there. I want you to come along just in case Beck tries

something foolish.

He wont, but Ill come along anyway. Id like to be

there when he tells you to go to Hell.

Just remember sheriff that your fate lies in myhands.

No, mayor, your fate lies in mine!

Now, now, sheriff, this is not the time for us to

start bickering. We need to stick together. We cant allow

Beck to drive a wedge between us.

Why dont we just let him do what he came here to do

and be done with him? Hague asked.

Because we cant do that. What if hes here to kill

you? Or what if hes here to kill Cal, or me? That would

throw a serious curve into our enterprises, now wouldnt

it? We need to get rid of him before he makes his move on

his intended victim. Id prefer him to leave peacefully,

but I have no qualms about letting Owens kill him when he

arrives.

The Mayor and Hague then walked together over to the

hotel. They checked with the hotel clerk to see if Beck was

still in his room, which he was. They proceeded to

cautiously walk up the stairs to his room. Hobbs took a

deep breath before knocking on the door. He softly knocked

on Becks door. Hobbs immediately spoke as Beck answered

the door.

Matt Beck? Very nice to meet you sir, Im Mayor

Hobbs, he said while holding his hand out to shake Becks.

Beck looked at him, glanced down at his hand, then

back at the mayor. He very much hated when men would try to

be nice and hospitable to him when he knew they were there

for a reason. An uncomfortable look crossed the mayors

face when Beck didnt shake his hand.

What can I do for you, Mayor?

Well, the sheriff and I would just like to talk to

you for a little bit, if you dont mind.

The sheriff and I already had a discussion a little

earlier today. Im sure you know how that went.

Beck let the mayor and Hague into his room. The mayorpulled up a chair, while the sheriff leaned up against the

door. Beck stood by the window, but not directly in front

of it.

Let me just get right down to the point of the

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in this town. You staying here will cause more. And Im not

very anxious to one day finding a body lying in the

streets, courtesy of you.

So I imagine you have some sort of an offer for me?

Hopefully its more generous than the offer the sheriffhere made for me earlier.

Indeed I do, Mister Beck, indeed I do. I am making

the assumption in that youre paid very handsomely to come

here to do your job. Name your price and Ill pay it for

you to leave right now.

What makes you think theres any amount of money that

could get me to leave?

Thats the nature of your profession, is it not?

Anything for money.

So you think that means I can be bought off. And are

you doing this for yourself, or for the good of the people

in this town?

Well as the mayor here, its my duty to protect the

citizens of this community.

Which would be accomplished by me leaving.

Yes, yes it would.

Well Mayor, you dont have enough money in your

possession that could buy me, he said angrily. Ill leave

when my job is finished. Once I accept a job, there is no

turning back, its against the code I live by. I always

finish what I start, which means the man Im after...is as

good as dead. Especially if that man is you.

Beck gave the mayor that evil stare of his. Hobbs was

a little shaken to hear the last words out of Becks mouth.

He got up to leave the room, and just as Hobbs and Hague

were about to walk through the door, Beck spoke up.

Have a nice day, Mayor, he said innocently with a

grin on his face. Ill see you soon.

The mayor and Hague walked down to the saloon, so the

mayor could have a drink to steady his nerves, after

hearing Beck say he may be as good as dead. They met

Morrissey who was already sitting at one of the tables.

After sitting down, Hobbs poured himself a glass, and drank

it down quickly. Morrissey noticed the mayor was a littleshaken.

Whats a matter, Mayor?

Nothing. Listen Cal, I expect Owens to be here early

tomorrow, so I want you to be on the lookout for him

tomorrow morning. When he gets here, I want you to let me


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know.

Morrissey just nodded his head in agreement.

What kind of man is Owens, Mayor? Youve dealt with

him before.

Well, it was a little over two years ago. But he wasruthless, cold, and so evil he had to be the son of the

devil. And one of the fastest men Ive ever seen with a

gun. He went up against three men, and when it was all said

and done, he was the only one left standing. He didnt even

have a scratch on him.

Men like him and Beck are one and the same, Hague

added. Different packages, different wrappings...but the

gift inside is the same.

There wasnt much more anybody could do. Theyd tried

asking him, and offering money, but Beck couldnt be bought

or persuaded to leave. Theyd finally come to the

realization that Beck would either kill or be killed. As

the night wore on, there was a certain silence to the town.

There was no rowdiness in the saloon, or noise on the

streets. The smell of death was hanging in the air, waiting

for its intended victim. Most men had taken to their homes

or places of business and stayed there.

From his hotel window, Beck observed quite a few

people coming out of the church. He figured they mustve

been there praying that they werent who he was after. He

noticed a man coming to the hotel. He stepped away from the

window, and grabbed a hold on his Winchester. He held it in

his hands, gently rubbing it.

I think you might get some work here, he said to it.

Just then he heard a knock on the door. His room

seemed to be getting a lot of company that night. He opened

the door and saw a man standing there with a book in his

right hand. He looked to be in his 40s, and possibly a few

pounds overweight.

Something I can help you with? Beck asked.

Yes, my names Thomas Kearns. Im the preacher here

in Galena.

Glad to know ya preacher. What brings you up to see

me?Well, I seemed to have an awful lot of people coming

to church tonight. A full house, something I dont usually

get here. Seemed that most of them were praying. I have a

feeling most of the prayers were centering on you.

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is there a point to why youve come here?

As a man of God, I was wondering if there was

something I could do to prevent you from shedding blood.

Its not the way of the Lord, Mister Beck.

Well, if the good Lord doesnt like what I do...thenwhy doesnt he bring down a bolt of lighting and strike me

down?

He works in mysterious ways, Mister Beck, but I do

wish youd consider trying to solve any problems

peacefully.

I admire your convictions, preacher. But, just like

you have your job, I have mine. And Im sure God would even

be thankful for me doing some of his work for him.

But its up to the law and God to punish men, not

you.

Beck looked at Kearns side, and noticed he was

wearing a gun.

I see you have no problems wearing a firearm,

preacher.

I believe a man has the right to defend himself if he

is attacked. A man should wear a gun for protection. He

shouldnt use it to kill without provocation or have people

fear him.

Beck pulled out his gun, but not so fast that hed

feel the pain in his shoulder from it. He showed to the

preacher.

You see this, preacher? This is the God that makes

the decisions for me. And this is the law that carries it

out.

I wish there was something I could do to help your

soul.

My soul doesnt need helping. Its the souls of some

people in town that are gonna need the help. But Ill tell

you what Ill do for you, if youre of mind. If I tell you

something in confidence, you cant repeat it...is that

right?

Yes, thats right my son.

Beck took out a piece of paper and handed it to him.

The preacher took the paper, and read what was on it. Itwas nothing but names. Sheriff Hague, Cal Morrissey, Mayor

Hobbs, John Alston, Doc Henston, Jared Kimwrick, Thomas

Kearns.

Theres nothing but names on this list.

Thats right. And do you know why that is?


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I havent the slightest idea.

You see, Thomas, one of the names on that list is

going to die.

As soon as Kearns heard that, he dropped the list.

But why am I on that list? What have I done? Ihavent done anything, he said while trembling.

Every man has something hidden in his closet,

preacher. Every man has done something in his life that he

could be killed for. Youre no different. Maybe the good

Lord didnt like one of your prayers, Beck grinned.

Kearns hastily backed away, and eagerly left the room.

Another smile came across Becks face. There are so many

cowards in this world, he thought.

As he laid down on the bed, Beck thought of whether he

should do his business tomorrow, or the day after. Hed

done the part of putting fear into the town. That was the

first step. He was in no particular hurry though, so he

figured hed just take it as it happened. If he saw the

opening, hed take it. If it wasnt there, then hed wait.

Either way though, it didnt really matter. Whether it

was tomorrow, or the day after, somebody was dying soon.

It might even be him. He hoped it wasnt him, not because

he was afraid of dying, but because he didnt like to leave

a job unfinished. Tomorrow should bring something

interesting, he thought.

Chapter 5

As the next morning came, Beck looked out his window

towards the sky. The sky was blood red as the sun rose. He

found it to be an ironic twist. Maybe it was a sign of the

days events to come. He looked out the window, and noticed

that Morrissey was sitting in front of the jail already.

He found it to be a little odd, but didnt really think

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some breakfast.

Morrissey noticed a horse approaching on the edge of

town. It would almost have to be Owens. He stood up to

watch the rider come in. As he came closer, nervousness

filled the deputys stomach. The stranger finally reachedthe jail, and asked where he could get something to eat.

He pointed over to Kaleys and told the rider that he could

eat something there. He saw Beck go in there a few minutes

earlier, and wondered if something might happen between the

two of them.

The rider mounted off his horse, and went into Kaleys

looking for something to eat. As soon as he stepped through

the door though, his eyes lit up at the sight of Beck.

Beck stood up and moved away from the table. Morrissey had

run over to the restaurant to see if anything would happen.

He was watching it all through the window. Beck and the

stranger were just eyeing each other. Finally, the stranger

started walking towards Beck. A smile suddenly emerged from

his face. He offered his hand to Beck, which he graciously

accepted.

How are ya, Matt? Its been a long time.

Im doing alright. Must be about two years now I

reckon. Its good to see you Brett.

Owens ordered something for breakfast and the two of

them sat down and ate together. Morrissey was disappointed

with this turn of events, and went back to the jail. Beck

and Owens continued eating and talking over old times.

Its funny we should be meeting here like this,

Owens mused.

Yeah, I was just thinking the same thing. What are

you doing here, anyways?

Im here on business. What are your reasons for being

here?

Im here on business too. Strange we should both wind

up here at the same time. Dont recall that ever happening

before, do you?

No, its a new one for me too, Matt. Must be just a

coincidence.

So whatve you been up to these last couple years?Havent been shot yet or anything?

Nah, not yet. I feel the day is coming closer though.

With every day that passes I feel that my time is coming to

an end. Ever get that feeling?

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Beck replied.

Hard to believe us meeting here. It seems like just

yesterday that I broke you in. You know, youre still the

only person Ive ever taken under my wing like that.

Thats cause you could never find a better studentthan me, he joked. When are you gonna retire from this

business? Youre starting to get up there in years, you

know.

What are you talking about? Im only six years older

than you. I can still tan your hide though.

So whos your victim, Brett?

I couldnt tell you Matt, I dont know. All I know is

I have to go see someone after Im done eating here.

Dont know who youre working for? Beck asked with a

concerned look on his face.

You know I couldnt tell you that, even if I wanted

to. Same as you cant tell me who youre working for.

Well, its not quite the same as in my case.

What do you mean?

Well, even if I was able to tell you, I cant. Truth

is, I dont know who Im working for.

You dont know who youre working for? Howd you come

across getting the job then?

Well, I was in Mount Springs, and I got a letter.

Wasnt much to the letter, just a few lines with the name

of the person or persons they needed dead. Also included a

list of names of people in the town...some of the prominent

citizens, and what they did. And, of course, the money to

hire me. Thats all there was to it, and here I am.

Who do you think hired you then?

I dont know. I guess it really doesnt matter too

much though, does it? Ive been paid, so it doesnt make a

difference one way or the other.

They continued talking about some of the things theyd

been doing over the past two years. Some of the battles

theyd been in and some of the stories of each other that

they had heard. They also recalled some of the days when

Owens was showing Beck the ropes. They both had already

finished eating by this point. They seemed to haveforgotten everything around them, and were just happy to

see each other. A happiness that neither one had

encountered very much in their line of work. They were

almost like brothers, as much as two men in their

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Well, I better take care of my horse, get myself

situated, and tend to my business. Ill see you later,

Matt.

Alright Brett.

As he watched Owens walk out the door, he couldnthelp but wonder about the odds of them both being there by

coincidence. He had a strange feeling rooted inside him.

He couldnt quite pinpoint it, but he had a feeling trouble

was about to find him instead of the other way around.

Morrissey had reported back to the jail, and told the

sheriff what he saw.

They stood there in a standoff, then walked up to

each other, and shook hands. Sat down and started acting

real chummy with each other. What do you make of that?

Sitting at his desk, Hague put some tobacco in his

mouth. He thought for a few seconds before answering.

Be damned if I know what it means. He leaned over

and took aim at the spittoon. Within two days weve gotten

two of the most vicious killers in the entire country here.

And now they seem to be on friendly terms. All I know

is...I aint much liking this job anymore, he sighed.

Owens walked over to the mayors office, and went

inside to find out what Hobbs had in mind for him. Hobbs

almost marveled at the sight of Owens walking into his

office.

Nice to be doing business with you again, Brett.

I dont recall agreeing to anything as of yet, Mayor.

Hows the business been treating you?

OK I suppose.

Owens was growing a little impatient with the small

talk. Like Beck, he wasnt much for conversation. He

preferred people to get to the point.

Why dont we just get down to why you sent for my,

Mayor.

As you wish.

Hobbs walked back to his desk, and reached into a

drawer. He pulled out an envelope and tossed it on the desk.

Pick it up, Owens.

Owens walked over to the desk, and picked up theenvelope. He opened it up, and looked inside to find that

all it contained was money.

I believe thats double your standard fee, is it not?

Do you want the job?

Double my fee. You must want this man pretty bad.


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Oh, believe me I do, Hobbs snarled. Now do you take

the job?

Owens thought it over for a minute. He disliked the

mayor, but it wasnt in the code to pick and choose who you

work for. You work for whoever has the money to hire you.Plus, double his fee would be hard to turn down anyway. He

was growing tired of the lifestyle that he led. He knew it

was only a matter of time before he met someone who was

faster than he was. He was tired of not having a home, or

something to look forward to. He was aching to settle down

somewhere. Maybe buy himself a ranch, and raise some horses

or cattle. Maybe even find a wife if some woman would have

him. The money would go a long way towards achieving that

goal.

Who is it that you want? Owens asked.

First you have to agree to take the job.

Why so secretive this time?

Well if I tell you first, you may not like the odds,

and turn it down. This way, you either accept it or you

dont based on whether you want that money bad enough. So

do you want it?

Yeah, Ill take it, Owens said as he put the

envelope in his pocket. Whos my target?

A smile reached the face of Mayor Hobbs. Good. Im

glad to be doing business with you once again. The man

youre going to kill is Matt Beck.

Owens instantly took the envelope out of his pocket

and tossed it back onto the desk.

I dont want the job.

But its too late now, Owens. Youve already accepted

it, and taken the money. You wouldnt want your reputation

to go sour now, would you? After all, this is your

livelihood. Itd be a shame if word got out to other towns

that you went back on your word. It wouldnt look very good

to prospective employers, now would it?

You no good dirty son of a...

Now, now, Brett, lets be civilized about this, he

said interrupting Owens. Try to get it done quickly,

preferably today. I dont want him to get the opportunityto kill anyone in this town.

Dont push me, Mayor, Ill do it when Im ready.

Ill do your dirty work, but Ill be damned if I let you

tell me how to go about it.

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but they couldnt worry about that now. Now it was time to

start worrying about staying alive.

Doc Henston was walking along the street, and noticed

Beck sitting with someone in Kaleys. He made up his mind

to go in and talk a little more with Beck. Although hedefinitely did not agree, or even understand the way Beck

thought or viewed life, he found him a fascinating man. He

walked up to Becks table and started conversing with the

men.

Mind if I join the two of you, Mister Beck? Doc

inquired.

Not at all Doc, have a seat, Beck responded. Doc,

this is Brett Owens, he said introducing the man sitting

across from him.

Brett Owens...I believe Ive heard of you.

Unfortunately in the same vein as Mister Beck here.

Oh, come on Doc, its not so bad. Matt and me are

helping to keep you in business, he joked.

I

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