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But, then I decided it might be fun to add something to yesterday's writing challenge and use this as a chance to flesh out and provide another perspective on a few characters we met there. You'll probably need to read yesterday's story for this to make any sense at all!
I think Elmore Leonard was perhaps an influence on this a bit - I've always had a soft spot for this work and his oddball characters and the quirky humour that runs through his work. Hopefully I managed to capture a little of that in this...
One Day Earlier
“You sure he’s asleep?”
“Man be snorin’ like pig.”
“Like a pig, you say?”
“Like a pig.”
“Don’t believe I’ve ever heard a pig snoring”
“Well, sounds pretty much same as that.”
“Good to know. So, you talked to the others on this?”
“Talked to Big Jake some this mornin’ an’ Ike and me had
words last night.”
“And?”
“An’ they say if you lead, they’ll follow if you catch ma
drift.”
“So it’s all on me?”
“’Bout the long an’ the short of it, Slim.”
“I’ve got to know you’ve got my back if this goes down, Little
Jake.”
“Surely do. I tell you, I ain’t go no love for ol’ big
bossman Bob.”
“He ever hear you call him Six Fingers?”
“Hell no. Last fella did that was Billy Arbuckle back in
Texas. Fella got gutshot an’ left in the desert for the vultures.”
“I always wondered about that nickname.”
“I’m guessin’ it’s on account of him only havin’ six
fingers.”
“I get that. No, I mean I always wondered what
happens if he goes and loses another finger.”
“Well, I guess he becomes Five Finger Bob.”
“I guess—“
“Unless he loses that last finger what he’s got on his left
hand. Then he’d be One Hand Bob.”
“Name’s got a nice ring to it.”
“Surely does. Why, if it were me, I’d be thinkin’ bout’
choppin’ that finger off just to change ma nickname.”
“We seem to be getting ourselves distracted from the point
here, Jake.”
“What was the point?”
“Point is, we need to work out a plan. I’m guessing we’ll be
reaching Desolation in no more than a day and we need to be sure how this goes
down.”
“Way Bob tells it, the plan is we go in an’ kill that Ringo
fella.”
“Exactly. We go
in. Bob waits outside why we do his dirty work.”
“Well, he is the
boss.”
“I know that. Just seems unfair. We do all the hard work and
then we split that bounty five different ways without Bob having so much as
pulled a trigger.”
“Well, see, that’s how I put it to the others. Unfair is what it is. I mean, all Bob has
done is chase this fella for two years ‘cross five states an’ lose four fingers
and lead us to Ringo’s doorstep—“
“True words, my friend. True words.”
“So how this gonna’ work? We could kill him right now while
he’s layin’ there snorin’”
“You know how to get to Desolation from here?”
“You said it weren’t more than a day’s ride.”
“Yeah, but in which direction?”
“Hell if I know.”
“So I guess that’s a no then, we don’t kill him now. We need
him to take us to Desolation.”
“I guess. Then what?”
“Well, first we kill Ringo. That’s the easy part.”
“There’ll be four of us and jus’ one of him. Why, by the end
of it, he’ll have more holes in him than one a’ them fancy cheeses.”
“Then I say we call Bob in to show him the body. When he
comes through the door, we blaze him down.”
“Sounds like a plan I can live with--”
“But Bob can’t. After that, the bounty only has to go four
ways.”
“That is sure easier to figure. I told the other fellas,
four ways is always a lot easier to
figure than five.”
“Feel sorry it had to come to this, but we got to look out
for ourselves.”
“We do at that. Bob been lookin’ out for us, but this here
be a cruel world.”
“That it is. Let’s get back to the fire before we’re missed,
got a feeling our lives are going to take a whole different direction once we
get to Desolation…”
