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[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

Jeremiah wanted to party. He had his prize booty money to spend. He had a small amount with him. He limped in the Blackbird Saloon. Everyone turned to look at him. “Hello, boys and girls,” he said, nodding his head to the crowd. His eyes saw the dancing girls. That's where he worked his way. It was time to have some fun.

The Blackbird Saloon was a place for all types, but it was most for the higher upper class and gamblers. Jeremiah gone to the bar. “Shot of your best whiskey!” he told the bar keep. As the barkeep was serving, Jeremiah eyes looked at Magawan the body guard of Duke's. “Easy, horse, I'm here as a payin' customer,” he told the man. He had always called the body guard horse.

Jeremiah placed the money down on the bar for the shot, took the shot in his hand, gulp it down. The damn thing was burning his mouth, he swallowed it down. It was like a man punching him. “Wooo! That's water!” he exclaimed. The saloon was warm. That shot worked fast. Good. He moved his way over to the dancing girls. He was watching them. “Can I have those girls all to myself?” he asked to the person next to him. “The three of us go up stairs and play games?”

[Duke]

“The three of us go up stairs and play games?”

Duke heard the young man and turned around to see to whom the voice belonged. He grinned widely at the young man and moved over to where he stood, the boys eyes glued to the prancing dancers as they lifted their skirts and kicked up their legs showing lace panties and petticoats.

"You can have as many of them as you'd like, as long as you can afford them," Duke greeted him. "My name is Duke. I own this establishment and everything in it, including those girls, and yes, you can have as many as you'd like. Cigarillo?" Duke lit one up and offered one to the gawking fellow. It was amusing to watch his face and the different emotions that moved crossed it.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

Licking his lips, damn it was the best view too. The images things he could do with the girls or what they could do to him. One girl on him stroking his back, one girl each rubbing down his arm and another one working on him. The room got hot on that fantasy. Running his hands through their ocean of hair. Yea. He could chase them down and tie them up like little piggies. The things he could do to these women was some thing could not in the gang. Lewt will hang his balls noon high.

Jeremiah did not noticed the owner next to him. He jumped when he said something. He turned to the man next to him. Oh, shit! He stopped his jaw from dropping. It was Duke himself next to him. The devil was next to him. The heat was on, but, Jeremiah had it all plan. The money he had was going to be spent here and his pocket will be empty when he is done.

“Oooh yaaa you own all these dolls, Duke?” He asked as pointed his hand to the dancer. “Your lucky devil!”

Jeremiah took the offered cigar from Duke, mind it looked like poop. He smelled it. It was okay, not like the tobacco that Lewt has. He stuck it in his mouth, puffed on it. This was going to be a good night. Okay quality cigar, whiskey, and women. Yea, he was going to party hard.

“damn man, tell me did you steal these pretty angels from the man upstairs?” he could not take his eyes off them.

[Duke]

“damn man, tell me did you steal these pretty angels from the man upstairs?”

"You like them, huh?" he grinned with a chuckled. "Would you like to meet them?" he asked and even before he gave the boy a chance to reply waved three girls over. They wore the usual skimpy outfits leaving very little to the imagination. Two were blondes and on a brunette. "This is Honey, Candy and Cinnamon. They are all yours, my good man. Girls, this fellow needs the kinks worked out of him. You have my permission to go whatever it takes to make him happy. You know what to do."

He looked at Jeremiah and gave him a wink.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

You like them, huh?" he grinned with a chuckled. "Would you like to meet them?" Duke had tongue of the devil. Skimpy outfits were what sold a man. Hell, Jeremiah rather run in fire and get down with them. However, Duke was a business man, he knew his merchandise. Duke was fast before he gave the boy a chance to reply waved three girls over. They wore the usual skimpy outfits leaving very little to the imagination. Two were blondes and on a brunette. "This is Honey, Candy and Cinnamon. They are all yours, my good man. Girls, this fellow needs the kinks worked out of him. You have my permission to go whatever it takes to make him happy. You know what to do."

The girls where standing by, showing a little, but not too much. They too knew the business as well.

Jeremiah, shook his head side by side, he smiled looking like a boy who got a gun for Christmas. “Wooohooo, girls, girls, and girls I so gonna wanna eat ya, aha!” he said, he slapped his hand on his lap. “Oh, there are beautiful,” he staring them up and down, he puffed on his cigar. “It's hot. You girls hot? I am hot,” he said, looking at Duke.

He looked at Jeremiah and gave him a wink.

Two of the girls moved on each side of him. Cinnamon had left, and Honey had his right. They blew on on him. Candy moved behind him, took his hat and started to fan him. “Sweet heaven, I am in heaven!” he said to the girls. “First, lets have get whiskey first, yea like that girls?” he nodded his head and they where nodding their head with. It was a job, they got treated well. They knew if this guy hurt them, Duke will protect them.

He nodded his head to Duke, and Candy placed his hat on her own head. “Sweet, lord, which are you?” He asked her.

“I am Candy,” she said smiling and leaning in showing her assets to him.

“And you, must be Cinnamon...spicy...and you Honey sweet as sugar,” he said. The two females had made sad faces. “Oh, dear, me ladies, you can slap me for messing up,” he said. Leaning to the Barkeep, “Bottle of that whiskey,” he said, the barkeep got him the bottle. “I pay when later? My hands are full...wohooo...lets go angels. Its time to have some fun!” He tripped over someone's chair as he sipping out of the bottle.

People where watching. “You missing out, suckers! My party and you are not invited! Yahoooo!” he yelled. He did not care. This was something he wanted to do. Something to do away from the gang. It was his reward, and it was a good to spend his loot. He did not want the gang find out he had extra loot. He did not want to share. This was his. Lewt said it was fine. He just needed to get the girls up stairs, fast, in case any the member showed up. They steal the fun. Yep, they would.

[Duke]

Duke watched as the three took Jeremiah up the grand staircase and to a big room with a wide bed. It took all his composure to keep from laughing out loud at the boy's expressions of delight and anticipation. After they disappeared from view Duke waved Magowan over.

"You know what to do," he said softly to the hulk of a man.

"Yes, Boss," Magowan nodded and moved back over to his corner and watched the clock..

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

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JT had only been in town for a few days when he received word about a train robbery. He knew time was vital in something like this as people’s emotions tended to obscure things, and tracks seemed to disappear… so he lit out of town pretty fast heading to the next railroad station which was in Albany, about 15 miles north. That town was smaller than Del Fuego, and had no sheriff at all… so JT was welcomed and it seemed everyone had an opinion as to who had committed the wrongful deed and took their belongings.

He had taken the statements from the victims, and one man even rode out with him to where the robbery occurred. The Marshal thanked the man and sent him back to the town. As the man left, JT began to walk around the area… but there was not much left around… He was able to track the perpetrator to a creek… there he picked up a trail of smaller footprints and they seemed to mix together.

Dissatisfied with the scene, he made his way back to Albany. There he would remain overnight reassuring the mayor-preacher, being the only official in town, that he would keep working on this case. The next morning, JT saddled his black Andalusian and made good time back to Del Fuego.

And none too soon after returning to home station, JT’s informants contacted him and spoke about a young man full of piss-n-vinegar with money to spend… and the last time he was seen was in the Blackbird Saloon.

His boots thudded against the wooden plank of the boardwalk… and his hands pushed open the swinging doors of the Saloon. The broad chest bore the badge of the Deputy US Marshal… and upon his hip hung a pair of Colt 45s… and the brown eyes scanned the interior for a young man full of piss-n-vinegar. He chuckled silently at the comment his informant gave, but it fit several people…

He saw a young lad with two girls, one on either side… and to the side he saw the bodyguard. With a tilt of his head, he saw the bodyguard shift his eyes to the lad, and back to him; and JT simply nodded.

To the lad he strolled and as he stepped up behind the lad, JT leaned down and whispered. “If yer smart, yu’ll keep her hands on the girl’s asses where they belong… and make no sudden movements because I am a bit edgy and hate to kill a man who don’t deserve it.” JT did not have his guns drawn, nor remained too close to the lad, but his brown eyes could have burned a hole in the lad’s back.

“Now I hear a train’s been robbed by some inexperienced, gone-astray young man… not by the experienced Les Coureur Enfe hardnoses.” He was trying to rile the young lad comparing his inexperience with those more infamous. “An’ you come strollin’ into town with odds and ends, makin promises to all these fine young ladies…” and his eyes cut to the girls who were frozen beside the lad and he shook his head. “Now, listen to me… Sssslowlyyy… let go of the girls… and grab the bar… This close, I cannot miss blowin’ yer ass away… so behave…”

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

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Informants are rats. Dear, Jeremiah hated rats. They where greedy too. The information they gave out was not free. It was information for something in return. Everything had a price. Even doing crime had a price. Soon Jeremiah is going to learn the lesson.

He saw a young lad with two girls, one on either side… and to the side he saw the bodyguard. With a tilt of his head, he saw the bodyguard shift his eyes to the lad, and back to him; and JT simply nodded.

He was planning to get drunk and have all lot of fun.

To the lad he strolled and as he stepped up behind the lad, JT leaned down and whispered. “If yer smart, yu’ll keep her hands on the girl’s asses where they belong… and make no sudden movements because I am a bit edgy and hate to kill a man who don’t deserve it.” JT did not have his guns drawn, nor remained too close to the lad, but his brown eyes could have burned a hole in the lad’s back.

“Good, I like how they feel,” he added. God, he was so drunk. Jeremiah had ignored the man. “Sorreee, short, but I tryin' to get what I can, eh?” He turned to see the silver badge on the man's chest, and his eyes rolled down to the Colts on his waist. Did Del Fuego had law enforcer. Why did they not tell him? Oh, he was not happy. Lewt. Did Lewt know? Hogwash!


“Now I hear a train’s been robbed by some inexperienced, gone-astray young man… not by the experienced Les Coureur Enfe hardnoses.” Jeremiah turned green as he heard the news. He was damned. Who the hell told the law? Was it curly? He told her nothing. Curly might have been working for this law pig. Hogwash again! She was playing purty. Women! You can't trust him. He had to go hunt her down and kill her. It was a shame.

"You got no proof! Leave me be...Do you see I have all these ladies at my expense," he said, rolling his eyes.

He was trying to rile the young lad comparing his inexperience with those more infamous. “An’ you come strollin’ into town with odds and ends, makin promises to all these fine young ladies…” and his eyes cut to the girls who were frozen beside the lad and he shook his head.

“Don't be rude, they are fine, young, beautiful ladies. This is Honey, she's allowed me be a bee.” he giggled, pinched her butt. “She liked to me stung by the bee!” He continued, “This is Cinnamon. Spicy. Hm. And this here is Candy. She's sweet too. You are spoiling my fun,” he finished to hear the law.

“Now, listen to me… Sssslowlyyy… let go of the girls… and grab the bar… This close, I cannot miss blowin’ yer ass away… so behave…”

"You want some of action," he said. "You want me bribe you with one of these girls? Are you trying to pull a wool over me. You wanna free get at sweet women. I am not moving," he slammed his foot down. Pulled Honey on his lap, "Now let me sting you more," he pinched her ass.

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He slowly withdrew his hands away from the girls. The law was here, Jeremiah had not paid the body guard. “Sorry, girls, I got business here with the lawwwww,” he said rolling his deep blue eyes. He moved his hands up, waved with his right hand to the man, “See, Lawwwww say hi to Mister righty!” he said, god he was glad he was drunk.

"I save my money. I have the right to save money, eh? I save it and go blow it once a blue moon. Is that against the law?" he said slamming his hands down on the bar. "You see them on the bar," he growled. "You better not touch me, I swear I will belt you!"


“You be a real man shooting an unarmed man. Do not forget his hands are on the bar. That look good. The law shoots member of the Les Coureur Enfer with his hands on the bar, ” Jeremiah said laughing.

The truth he had his own colts on his own hips. He could easy shoot the man. That would save his skin, but, the man knew he was with Lewt's gang. Than everyone here was a witness. That will be more killing. He hated witnesses. The witnesses are what gets you at the end. He shot a bird. For fear of the bird was going to rat on him. He was high that day. He had some fantastic drugs. Drugs they got from Indians.

"Barkeep get us whiskey!" he ordered. The bar keep got them whiskey. "I am going to drink this. You come in when I was ready to have fun. I am going close my eyes when I drink this. I will open my eyes. YOU BETTER BE GONE!" he took the shot glass, gulped it down, slammed the empty shot glass down on the bar, he opened his eyes. "COW shit! You are still here!"

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[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

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JT had seen a lot… done a lot… Killed? Of course… he was not the fastest, but he was not that slow either… but he was more accurate than most. He had been in rougher towns than Del Fuego… he had dealt with tougher assholes than this kid… and could only smirk when the young man bragged about being a member of the Les Coureur Enfer…

The kid was drunk… and shared his money around… money he didn’t earn… but JT was not the judge… The Federal judge would be a round in a couple of weeks... and a few days in jail wouldn’t hurt the kid even if he did not rob the train; but he fit the witness statements… Maybe the boy was too cocky for his own good.

JT let the lad drink his liquor… he couldn’t see the eyes close, but the head tilted to kill off the drinks…. And when the lad slammed the glass on the bar, all he could do was hear … CLICK…CLICK… the hammer cocked back on a pistol and JT nudged the barrel against the kid’s head. “I’d hate the girls to see just how stupid yu can be… now let’s go… yu only got 2 choices… standing or laying down… the latter ain’t so good…”

[Duke]

“I’d hate the girls to see just how stupid yu can be… now let’s go… yu only got 2 choices… standing or laying down… the latter ain’t so good…”

"Alright, that's enough of that," Duke stepped up when JT put the pistol to the young man's head. "Take the gun play outside of my establishment, gentlemen. There's innocent bystanders in here," he yelled at them, especially at JT. "Either leave willingly or get thrown out. My man, Magowan, is able to take you both on."

The hulk, Magowan, moved up beside Duke and looked at the both with smoldering eyes, his fists opening and closing in anticipation.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

There was a man once who talked about good karma and bad karma. Jeremiah never cared what that crazy man was talking about. Now, he realized what bad karma was. You see, he had decided to rob a train to get extra cash for himself. He was thinking for himself. The old way. It was him, his gun and his horse. Yes, it from a song, but it was pony not horse. It turned out, the karma turned bad, because he was thinking for himself. A lesson taught in a bad way.

Now, Jeremiah understands the bad karma. He was dumb to go solo on that train robbery. If, he did not rob that train he would not be in this situation. It was like trying to bluff a lousy hand at gamble, when you are drunk. Lord, knows, he had gone in careless hands in gambling. He does gamble, but he tries to stir from the big rollers.

“Horse shit,” he said shaking his head; when the hulking body guard was approaching he said, . “Hold on, horse,” Jeremiah held his hands up. “Dumb-tumble-dweed can escort me out,” he rolled his eyes. That was his habit, rolling eyes.

Jeremiah showed he was not scared, walking out with his hands high,he winked at the girls. “Sorry, the idiot law is taking me away. It was nice knowing you three,” he smiled at them and stripped them with his eyes, “I see you. I get out. The devil is clever, and I am him!”

Jeremiah was scared shit inside, this was bad. He needed to look out for fellow members, so they can get him out. They all helped each other out of messes. Lewt was in trouble, they helped him too. It seemed nobody was not around. Hell, word will go around, and Lewt will save him, but he was just scared.

[John T. Wesley]

He’d seen it all play out before… some good some not so good… and now the owner and his big thug would likely intervene… JT nodded his head at the owner named Duke… and simply smirked and winked at the big hulk… Surely, it might take three slugs of 240 grain 45s, but he’d go down sure enough… BUT, of course that would be allowing the owner, or the barkeep, to produce a shotgun… Yeah this could get nasty… but this wimp was not worth all that… and yeah, Duke was right… too many "good law-abiding folk" in this town to get hurt… and JT simply smirked again.

When the kid raised his hands, JT checked him for weapons… then took the lad by the collar with one hand and guided him toward the door, the 45 was uncocked but kept in hand… almost as a gesture he was serious.

From the saloon to the jail, JT kept his hand on the back of the kid’s collar controlling him as he needed. Of course, the young man was drunk nd staggered… but not too bad that JT could not control it. As they walked to the jail, JT had holstered his pistol unbeknownst to his prisoner. Still, the experienced lawman did keep a watch out for intruders.

At the jail, JT was surprised to find the front door to the jail open, but still no sheriff. Up the stairs they walked from the dirt street to the wooden boardwalk, into and thru the sheriff’s office to the cells in back. Taking the keyring off the hook, JT guided his prisoner inside a cell… and closed the door then locked it.

“It’ll be few days before the judge makes his way to Albany… I left word that he might need to come by Del Fuego.” And with that said he hung the keyring on the hook. Looking back once more before exiting… “I see if’n someone can bring ya some food and water… I don’t want ya ta die before you’re sent to Yuma Prison…” JT smirked and walked out.

JT didn’t want the young man to go to prison… he wanted him to learn good things don’t come easy…He remembered his own situation and the time he spent in Illinois State prison as a young lad… About that time, young boy come running up to the door of the jail… “Sir… Sir… Yu be the Marshal?” the lad blurped out with harried breaths. “Yes son what’s wrong…?” JT replied…

“Marshal, ya gotta go quick… my Pa’s herd’s been took… the Anders ranch north of here…” Then the lad ran out the door before JT could say anything. “Tarnation…” and he looked back at the cell inside. He contemplated at least a couple of hours before he could get Jeremiah take care of and gather a posse… but he did not know the lad…nor where the Anders ranch was… “Where was that damned Sheriff?”

In the next hour or so, JT arranged for a woman to take a meal to his prisoner, shackled his prisoner to the cell metal bars… and with that, instead of a posse, he decided to ride out and see if a crime was really committed or if someone was playing with him. At least the prisoner would not be set free shackled to the bars and the key in his pocket. And as JT rode the big black out of town… he did not realize the sheriff’s shackles had an extra key in the damned desk drawer.

[Jeremiah Benjamin Atkins]

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