Sweetp4u
Mischief Maker
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Joe
I watched Red walk out and I turned to the wounded man, "Dupree? are you sure?"
"Yes, Dupree.. My brother's are dead.." He sounded so forlorn, so heart broken inside.
"Your brothers?"
"Yeah.." He coughed, trying to sit up again, but my hand held him firmly to the bed. "They were shot, both David and Mark.. I had to get out of there, I don't know if they are alive or not.. I got to get out of here! Get back there!" He tried to move and ended up groaning out in pain and falling back in a shaking sweaty mass of weakness.
"david?....Mark?" I stepped back stunned a little just as Red came back in.
"Joe, I need to speak with you outside.."
I turned, nodding and followed her outside.
She informed me who he was, though I already knew.
"Yeah, I just gathered that. Let me go find out where they were hiding out and we can get on their trail alright?" I patted her shoulder, and jumped right back inside and into that bedroom.
I didn't care right now what wa son Red's mind just yet.
"Richard.. Tell me where they are, where they were so someone can get help to them!" I urged him, hoping he would cave in knowing he was too weak.
"Old caves.. Eastern bottom cave.. Between the gullies.." I laid back, panting for air, his eyes holding mine. Knowing I knew who he was.
"Do not tell another soul that information, got it!? No one." He nodded his head, and I knew I was breaking a law.
But a life for a life. Perhaps I could get there intime to save one of them, repay a debt I owed for Frankie.
******
Previous Night..
The Dupree men came down the gully and glanced around. David was deffinately dead and Mark was fatal, but alive.
"Boss said ta tell ya that waus pay back fer betrayin' him and not deliverin' yer part of that bargain. Just rewards mah boy, just rewards. Rot in hell!" With that he kicked Mark in the ribs and took the tethered horses.
Not caring for the loot or the Dalton's supplies they took off, trying to track down Richard. They seen him get away, barely wounded. He would talk if given the chance and they had to protect their boss's ass.
Kicking up a large cloud of dust they took off.
Meanwhile, cursing and swearing up a storm, his head throbbing with the fleshy would at his temple and the one buried in his shoulder through the back, he crawled as best he could towards the cave. Shaking, panting and damned near exploding with anger, Mark made it inside jut intime to pass out.
Nearby a lone coyote howled in the night. The scent of blood in the wind...
Sometime later, hearing the howling sounds of a near by pack, Mark managed to drag himself up a little wall to a ledge. Safety higher up, he was maybe six or seven feet up from the ground and a good forty feet from the cliff top. He might be safe there, granted he didn't die first from blood loss.
He passed out again, no thoughts of anything but flame red hair of someone who haunted his dreams.
I watched Red walk out and I turned to the wounded man, "Dupree? are you sure?"
"Yes, Dupree.. My brother's are dead.." He sounded so forlorn, so heart broken inside.
"Your brothers?"
"Yeah.." He coughed, trying to sit up again, but my hand held him firmly to the bed. "They were shot, both David and Mark.. I had to get out of there, I don't know if they are alive or not.. I got to get out of here! Get back there!" He tried to move and ended up groaning out in pain and falling back in a shaking sweaty mass of weakness.
"david?....Mark?" I stepped back stunned a little just as Red came back in.
"Joe, I need to speak with you outside.."
I turned, nodding and followed her outside.
She informed me who he was, though I already knew.
"Yeah, I just gathered that. Let me go find out where they were hiding out and we can get on their trail alright?" I patted her shoulder, and jumped right back inside and into that bedroom.
I didn't care right now what wa son Red's mind just yet.
"Richard.. Tell me where they are, where they were so someone can get help to them!" I urged him, hoping he would cave in knowing he was too weak.
"Old caves.. Eastern bottom cave.. Between the gullies.." I laid back, panting for air, his eyes holding mine. Knowing I knew who he was.
"Do not tell another soul that information, got it!? No one." He nodded his head, and I knew I was breaking a law.
But a life for a life. Perhaps I could get there intime to save one of them, repay a debt I owed for Frankie.
******
Previous Night..
The Dupree men came down the gully and glanced around. David was deffinately dead and Mark was fatal, but alive.
"Boss said ta tell ya that waus pay back fer betrayin' him and not deliverin' yer part of that bargain. Just rewards mah boy, just rewards. Rot in hell!" With that he kicked Mark in the ribs and took the tethered horses.
Not caring for the loot or the Dalton's supplies they took off, trying to track down Richard. They seen him get away, barely wounded. He would talk if given the chance and they had to protect their boss's ass.
Kicking up a large cloud of dust they took off.
Meanwhile, cursing and swearing up a storm, his head throbbing with the fleshy would at his temple and the one buried in his shoulder through the back, he crawled as best he could towards the cave. Shaking, panting and damned near exploding with anger, Mark made it inside jut intime to pass out.
Nearby a lone coyote howled in the night. The scent of blood in the wind...
Sometime later, hearing the howling sounds of a near by pack, Mark managed to drag himself up a little wall to a ledge. Safety higher up, he was maybe six or seven feet up from the ground and a good forty feet from the cliff top. He might be safe there, granted he didn't die first from blood loss.
He passed out again, no thoughts of anything but flame red hair of someone who haunted his dreams.