With the deputy unconscious the sheriff said in a firm voice “What do u want round here!”
The stranger took the 2 guns that he had previously acquired and executed a pretty easy gunslingers gun roll round his fingers then placed them on the bar, looked at the sheriff and said “watch him he’s dangerous!” pointing straight at the deputy. This dark stranger then simply stepped down from the bar and walked out of the old, now wrecked saloon and mounted his stolen horse, but before riding off he shouted “Hey sheriff, check the cemetery.”
The sheriff quickly helped his deputy and picked up his guns.
The sheriff sent his deputy back to the office while he went to the town cemetery; he hadn’t been there in years as this is where his mother was buried and they didn’t exactly get on with each other. When he got there he walked around for a while until a grave struck his attention: it was his wife’s grave, she had left him about 24 years ago, and the grave said “behold here lies a forever loving wife and a forever loving mother.”
The sheriff now left quite swiftly, he was starting to realise that this person was his only son!
The sheriff wasn’t sure about this, he had to find out for sure, and find what he wanted, for what reason had this man turned up in his life and what did he mean that his deputy was dangerous.
The stranger just seemed to disappear, nothing more being stolen and not a sighting for weeks, but he hadn’t gone just stayed out of sight.
The next time this unseen stranger was spotted was when the great Wisbech bank robbery occurred; this is to say that he stopped the greatest robbery of Wisbech’s history. The reason he had not been seen was because he was gathering information to help his father, save the bank and regain a father and a home. This stranger only went out at night where he was a master of moving between the shadows, unseen. This was until he realised that he had to contact his father or live with the fact that his father had been murdered because he hadn’t saved him.
It was a Wednesday morning and he had just found out from one of his many paid contacts that his father was to be executed at noon, by his only friend, his deputy, then the bank would be robbed by the very same person. He had to save his father, as he was the only person that could do anything to save the last of his family.
This dark and courageous stranger went back to the saloon in the next town where he had been secretly staying. He got dressed in his best bib and tucker although these only happened to be a tidy pair of trousers, neat shirt and a long knee length over-coat it was the best he had, he also put on his favourite boots, hat and a double sided waist holster. He wore his best clothes as if anything happened and he was to get hurt then at least he would look good, and the only thing he liked more than being a hero was to look good. He went over to a tall wooden cabinet in the corner of his room and pulled out a fancily decorated wooden box, he opened it and pulled out two silver and black 6-shooters, he holstered them and ran out of the saloon jumped on to his stolen horse and rode off as fast as he could.
Meanwhile the sheriff was in his office, without any idea of what was going to happen during this bright sunny day. Although his deputy was acting quite strange it didn’t click as to why. It was just coming up to 11:15am and the deputy said he needed to stretch his legs and so went for a walk. This was perfect timing as at about 11:20am the sheriff was going through some paper-work and his son burst in his office, shouting “quick! Lock the door and get your gun.”
“What in gods name are you doing here, and what do you want!” the sheriff replied in an uncertain voice.
His son was quick to respond by saying “Just bloody well do it.”
The sheriff pulled out his gun from the top draw of his desk and dived towards the door, just in time as someone shot through the windows. The sheriff locked the door and crouched underneath the window next to his son who had just saved his life.
“What the hell is going on,” the sheriff shouted over the sound of gun shots.
“It’s that deputy of yours,” “he’s trying to kill you so he can rob the bank He’s been planning this for weeks, that’s why I’ve come here; to save you, oh and the bank of course.”
“Well how do you know about all this,” the sheriff questioned.
“I have had a mate keep an eye on you since mum died; I figured that I had better look after the last of my family.” “That’s how I found out that you were in danger,” answered the stranger.
“Well what are we going to do? How many of them are there?”
“About eight I think, any way my name is Bob, and I know yours is Martin. Come let’s get the hell out of here,” Bob shouted just before running toward the back down while ducked below the window level.
Martin followed his son out of the door, where he found Bob standing with a man holding a gun to his head; Martin quickly drew his gun and shot him in the side. “Now we’re even, hey son,” the sheriff was quick to say before running ahead to make sure the path was clear. He ran behind some wooden crates and lent round the corner; there were 2 men coming slowly with their guns drawn looking in every doorway, checking to see if the sheriff was hiding in any of them. Fortunately he wasn’t and this gave the two newly united son and father the upper hand as it meant that they had room to strike on the unsuspecting pair as they didn’t even know that Bob was there with his father. Bob and Martin both jumped out from round the corner and fired a couple of shot each, YES! Both of the men fell to the ground with a thud.
“3 down 5 to go,” Bob said in a stern voice.
“Come it’s not over yet let’s get these guys,” Martin replied in more of an anxious tone than usual. They both started to walk forward down the alley the two men were now laying in, as they approached the bodies they noticed that one of them was moving, and so Bob kicked this guy’s gun away and they walked on past the two men. As they got nearer to the end of the alley they could here the deputy shouting to the sheriff to come out as he was surrounded, this probably meant that he hadn’t realised that the sheriff wasn’t in the office.
As the two men got right to the end of the alley they were directly opposite the saloon, “If we could get in the saloon, we could get out onto the balcony and we would have a perfect view of the office, what do you recon dad,” Bob asked to his father.
“Yeah that’s a good idea, but come on we will have to run across there unnoticed and that’s not possible, what we need is a distraction but what?” Asked the sheriff.
“Dad have you got any dynamite in the office,” replied Bob.
“Yeah of course we always keep some in the locker, why,” Martin was quick to ask suspiciously.
“Good stay here and keep guard, I’ll be back in a minute,” Bob shouted while running back the way he had come, he ran right back to the office where he could see out of the window the remainder of their assailants were waiting outside looking in. Bob carefully crept over to the locker where the dynamite was stored, which had been blown open. He carefully grabbed the explosives, set them around the half destroyed door with a timer of about 1 minute 30 seconds, and ran for his life.
Just as Bob reached his father the bang shook the buildings around them. They ran straight across the road and into the saloon; this was full of people scared from the explosion. The pair ran upstairs and ran into a bedroom, and they both stopped 1 next to the other right in front of the window; there was a blind hanging in front of the window. Martin peered around the blind and then drew his 2 guns and ran to the other side of the window, Bob then drew his guns, they were both poised ready to fire.
Bob looked at Martin and Martin looked straight back into his son’s eyes, then as if it had been planned they both turned and walked through the blind and opened fire shooting bang! Bang! went the shots as the courageous but slightly dim opponents fell to the ground. Bob and Martin looked at each other then calmly walked out through the bedroom and down the stairs out into the town square and over to the bodies, there was only four; the deputies was missing, where was he both of the men thought. Bob looked up and saw the deputy standing just at the edge of an alley, next to the saloon he had his gun in his hand arm stretched out ready to fire, the sheriff hadn’t seen the man ready to kill him.
Bang! Bob dived in front of his father drawing his gun at the same time as taking a bullet in the shoulder and firing the gun he had been shot, saved his father and shot the assailant all at the same time.
Fortunately Bob was alright. To top it off in front of everybody in the town centre he was made the new town deputy sheriff!
