~The only sound ,to be heard, as the mad man laughs...~
~Josiah stood from his seat in the bar. Bodys strewn the floor and blood spattered the walls. Looking down as he walked he grasped a rifle and took the bandolier from the mans chest and hefted it on one shoulder. The wound in his shoulder and cut in his side stung. Even so he needed to keep moving. He grasped his hat from the counter of the bar and walked towards the door of the bar. Just then there was a resounding crack. Josiah threw himself to the side with a grunt and cried out, when he landed on his shoulder. He shimmied over to the side of a window, his head beneath it.
"Come out with your hands up Josiah Wilkinson!" Came a shout.
"Piss off!" Josiah yelled back. This was responded by a flurrie of gunfire. Luckily they were in town. They wouldn't bring cannons. He hoped.
"You need to pay for the lives you took unlawfully Josiah. The law is here to bring you justice. Come quietly and we'll give you a life sentence. Make us get you and we'll hang you, as God, is my witness!"
Josiah peeked over. It was that b*****d General Vanderbooth and the local Rangers. It looked like he had brought some of the army. One of the fools that had been responsible for the covering up of his wifes murder. They would all pay. Every one of the fools that were with Vanderbooth. He was the last.
Josiah closed his eyes as another flurry of gunfire exploded over. Peeking over he spied the top of Vanderbooth's hat. He drew his pistol and shot it from his head. "Come on Vanderbooth gimme more to shoot!" He shouted as more gunshots rained through the window and door.
"You should be more pleadin' with me boy. Two of your yonder friends tried the trick and I shot them in the knees and hung 'em!" Vanderbooth said.
"You can shoot me in the knees but I'm still gonna put a bullet in your fat skull! I got the presidents attention yet? I can stay here as long as you like!"Josiah retorted. Even so. Josiah was angered, and hurt, by these words. He kept his discontent to himself.
Josiah closed his eyes as bitter tears of rage spilled forth. He gritted his teeth and gripped the handle of his pistol, in a white knuckle grip. Today was the day Vanderbooth died. Today was the day Josiah quite possibly died. It had been a long road to reach this fatefull day. "Clara..." He whispered as kissed the barrel of his gun. "Wait for me."
When the first of the rangers burst through the door, Josiah whirled and fired, point blank into thier chests amidst a hail of gunfire. His life and past swirled in his mind.
(Then it goes to talk about how he got there. That was just the hook.)~
~Is like a concave scream...~
