Page 5 - Demo

As I walked up on the porch he and Smith had their hands on their pistols ready to use em - but I was calm. So I'm thinking... how can I arrest Webb without getting a bullet to my chest like that preacher man. They needed more workers - so they took me in - sat me in the kitchen - said to wait until the cook finishes. By now I could see Webb was still suspicious of me. So I knew I had to do something to ease him down. I asked if I could start work by feed’n the horses until breakfast was ready. Still curious he follows me to the barn. So I brushed the horses, loosened their saddles, slowly pulled the Winchester from one of the horse’s side holster and leaned it against a corn crib hoping this will convince Webb I'm just a drifter looking for work and food. The cook calls out “breakfast is ready.” We sit down. Begin to eat. Webb and Smith now have their pistols in their hands looking at me. I'm thinking to myself I’m dead. They found me out. But I just kept talking, and laughing making them feel at ease plotting my move. Webb looked away - I made a fast jump towards him knocking his gun to the ground - with my left hand on his throat I pull my gun with my right shoving it in his face - his hand goes up quick to surrender. Right in that moment Smith whirls two bullets at me - both missing. I return him the favor with one shot of a .45 Slug to his gut. Took Webb to Fort Smith. Collected my bounty - went on my way. After spending a year in jail - he was released on a $17000.00 bond - provided by a few of his white friends. Time trial come `round old Webb was no where to be found.
(BASS stands at the edge of the spotlight looking over the hills)
BASS
Got word that he had drifited back into Chickasaw Nation near
the Arbuckle Mountains. Got a new writ went after him yet again - cross the river - sure enough there he was. Standing on the road - laughing - talking without a worry on his mind. I rode up quick. He saw me he begin to skedaddle as fast as he could. Ran `bout 600 yards then turned back on me firing away.
BASS
First shot grazed the horn of my saddle, 2nd shot took off a
button from my coat, 3rd shot cut off both bridle reins below my hands, knocking me off my horse... as I was falling to the ground a 4th bullet cuts the brim of my hat. I let one bullet fly - before Webb could hit the dirt - I unleashed one more. POW! Six - hundred - yards - away. Got em. He lay their. Motionless. Black pistol still in his hand. I tells him to “drop his gun.” He tosses it to the side. Calls me over. I walks towards him - real slow like. He lay there.
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