I got up off my knee and I was staring down the barrel of the Sheriff’s .45, and it looked like it meant business. “I guess you like my jail Floodsworth, don’t you?”
“Sorry Sheriff Thomas, I really do not think Bart is going to spend any time with you today.” It was Cap. “It was a fair fight and everyone here knows it. If you were doing your job it never would have happened. What’s the matter, were you afraid of Grimes or working with him?” Cap was starting to take his stand.
Turning toward Cap Sheriff Thomas said, “I am not afraid to face any man Mason and do not forget that. Do you hear me? I can beat any man to the draw, even Floodsworth.”
With a chuckle Cap replied, “Sheriff anytime you think you have to nerve and I will let Bart loose. I will be the first to put flowers on your grave.” Sheriff Thomas did not like anyone to talk that way to him, but now was not the time.
After the street was cleared of the body and the people who most likely witnessed their first shoot out I said, “Did you hear that Cap? Sheriff Thomas said he was not afraid to face me. Just who is he?”
“I think I know Bart. I think his alias is Bill Longley. Longley started out by killing a black law man, one of Governor E.J. Davis’s State Police. The law man starting to relish his first taste of being an ex-slave and a free man by waving his rifle all over, then swearing at any white man he saw. One of those was Bill’s dad. Bill told him not to wave the gun all over the place and when the black law man was too slow in stopping Bill shot him. He was fifteen and that was in 1866. Longley has a blazing hot temper, a very vicious type. Be careful around him Bart. I know you are good, but if you both were to meet I would have to put the same amount of money on both of you just so I could come out even.”
“Thanks Cap. You really have a way about you that makes a man feel reel good.”
“Just remember what I told you and be careful, will ya?”
“Ya sure boss. Anything you say. Now I have to go see the old man, see ya later Cap.”