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Sorry I've been gone for so long, my computer fried and it took me this long to get another one.
Anyways, here's part 2:
It was starting to get dark as the brothers walked casually towards the saloon, ever ready to make war. The skies had turned a blood red, fire shown across the high level clouds as the sun gave way to the night. The air immediately began to have a crisp cold feel to it, it was dry but chilling. It was then a beautiful Irish girl named Colleen came out toward them, she had red hair like Seamus, and blue eyes like Willie. There was a fresh scar running down the side of her face as well, still pink with tenderness. “Well now!” She said and then paused for them to hug her, “don’t be too brash with those irons boys, let’s go in and I’ll explain the news.”
The two looked at her and nodded in agreement. The saloon was busy, with probably ten or twelve men inside with twice that many girls doing their deeds behind closed doors and curtains. A barrel-built British man with a handle bar mustache was behind the bar counter, and looked over to the brothers and his top working girl.
“So these are the two gents you’ve been telling me about?” The Brit asked, “As long as they play fairly, they can have anything in here. My name’s Robert Switchzen, owner and operator of this fine establishment.”
The two boys just nodded to him and then each other. Willie walked beside his sister, while Seamus walked over to the Brit. “Just let us handle this Leenie, we’ll see what’s up,”Willem whispered in her ear.
“Yeah that’s what I’m afraid of.” Colleen retorted.
Seamus walked up to the bar and asked for a drink, “Irish whiskey if ya got any, sir,” finishing by taking off his hat to be polite.
“Well, now, why am I not surprised that you want Irish whiskey.” Robert said in reply with a thick Welsh accent, pulling out a green bottle and offering a shot to him. “I hope you don’t mind I join you.” Then he poured one out for himself.
Seamus just looked at the man and immediately started to judge him, he knew the man to be right handed by the way he poured the drinks, and he also appeared to be favoring his right knee as he walked back to the bar, an old injury perhaps or just old age. He also noted the small Colt Baby Dragoon in the man’s left pocket vest. All of which helped Seamus get an idea of the man and his character.
“Hey now!” There was immediately a sharp retort of a small caliber pistol as a man stepping back from a green velvet table was holding onto his stomach before collapsing to the floor. The man opposite, a crude looking miner had a sawn off Colt Pocket Model smoking and was obviously upset at the poor hand he had just been dealt, justifying the murder.
“John, damnit!” Switchzen yelled, “You know that will cost you ten dollars for clean up!” He then looked at Seamus who was just standing by, witnessing the murder. “Got to keep them in check, or else I’d lose all my clientèle.” Robert said, as an excuse for the murder and the charge.
John, the miner, just looked down and grabbed a ten dollar chip off the dead man, “Will this do?” He asked flying the chip over to Switchzen.
“It will, tab noted.” Switchzen finished.
John then walked up to Colleen and grabbed her from Willie, who wasn’t looking too pleased with the way his sister was being handled. “Well, now, what do ya know, damn Mick thinks he gets a shot at the fiery lass afore me! I ain’t taking seconds.”
Willie just grabbed the man under his jaw and right ear, making him howl in pain. “I’d apologize to the lady for how you just talked to her.”
John just looked at Willie in shock, and replied, “Wha, what do ya mean?! She’s just a whore, and if I ain’t put her in her place afore she’d have gutted me!”
With that, all the pieces fell into place, at least with their sister. Without even thinking, Willie drew his own shortened and bobbed 1860 from his right sided holster and shot upward, hitting John in the upper right cheek, killing him instantly. Seamus had also drawn his Remingtons and had them on the rest of the crowd.
Robert Switchzen just looked at them in shock, with both hands raised. He hadn’t seen hands that fast since Wild Bill back in Kansas. “Look boys, same goes for this kill, just pay me the ten dollars, and we can forget about it.”
“No Robert, my good man, we cannot. They killed that man in cold blood, she’s nothing but a whore still.” This man was seated at an adjoining table, in the far corner with his back to the walls. As he got up, the bright tin star was lit for all to see. “It’s obvious they were both in it, and for good reason seeing as it’s obvious that’s their sister. Let’s get some ropes and we’ll hold them in the hotel until they can hang in morning.”