That Masked Man Posted October 25, 2011 Posted October 25, 2011 "Not so loud - " Charlie began as a burly fellow at the corner of the bar alerted to the name, then pulled a knife and lunged toward him. With a look halfway between disappointment and annoyance, the old cowboy deftly caught the knife hand in the gap of one crutch and twisted it, turning the advancing thug's wrist so that the knife pointed back toward his sternum. Simultaneously, he caught the toe of the would-be-attacker's trailing foot with his other crutch. The attacker fell forward suddenly and with great force, impaling himself on his own knife. It was over almost before it began. Resuming his stride, Charlie addressed his slack-jawed friends. " - not ev'rybody in this bar is a friend o' mine." "Now, what brings you fellers out this way?"
Flint McCloud 3103L Posted October 26, 2011 Posted October 26, 2011 BTT - J. Mark... you out there...??? Vaya con Dios
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted October 26, 2011 Author Posted October 26, 2011 "Adventure awaits! We're heading to Denver to posse up with Bass Reeves and bring in a Crazy Horse's killer" I said in response. With that Cherokee Charlie stood a little taller and straighter "Do tell?" he replied. Flint McCloud chimed in, "J. Mark figures we might be of some value to Deputy Reeves in dealing with some of the local morons"
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted October 28, 2011 Posted October 28, 2011 "Well, as you both can see, my old legs have given out on me. That last Apache arrow I took in the back near the spine severed some nerves and left me sort of gimpy. I can sit a horse, I can still shoot the eyes out of a knat at 50 paces and knife fight with the best of 'em but just can't walk. I can drive the hell out 'uv a wagon if ya need a mule skinner but a foot soldier I ain't. If I can help let me know. We have had some adventures together the three of us but time and health has taken it's nasty toll on this ole' boy. Col. what say ye? Flint?"
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted October 28, 2011 Author Posted October 28, 2011 "Well we are taking a train to Denver and I got a team we could take along. Wagon rental wouldn't be much . . .glad to have you along if you are of a mind. Up to you Charlie"
Blackwater 53393 Posted October 30, 2011 Posted October 30, 2011 BTT. I've been invited to join this group, but it'll have to be a little later on. I've got about two more weeks of travel and then I can set in on some story tellin'! Anyways, this shouldn't be on the second page!
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted October 30, 2011 Posted October 30, 2011 Why thank you Col. that's rite kind of you and Flint to have confidence in an old crippled up scout like me. If I see at any time on this adventure that I am becoming a burden or a liability to any of the riders, I will disappear during the night from camp with no farewells and no sorrows. I've seen it happen too many times when someone stayed too long at the dance. When do we leave? I stay packed.
Flint McCloud 3103L Posted October 30, 2011 Posted October 30, 2011 So it had been decided... the band had increased by one... but one that was easily worth three... The group would take the train to Denver, rent a wagon, and head forthwith to find Bass Reeves... Railway tickets were purchased and the quartet were lined up to board the train that would take them to Denver and destiny... A big, ugly lout had queued up behind Cherokee Charlie, who was moving slowly do to his injury... The lout said, "Move your @ss, old man, or I'll move it for you..." Flint was standing behind said lout and had the barrel of a .45 Long Colt held steadily at his spine... "Apologize right now and you won't be embarrassed... if'n ya' don't, I guarantee that I'll make you piss yourself before you die..." the big gunman said... "What, huh... Well, I won't never..." the lout stammered... Then CC spoke up... He held a very large bowie against the louts private parts and said... "Thank you kindly, Flint... but I've got this..." and then to the lout, "And yes... you will apologize..." And without another blink coming, the lout took his hat off and said, "I sure am sorry sir... must have been my mistake..." Charlie looked him in the eye and said... "Don't do that too many times... and once more will be too many times..." and with that, they boarded the train and took seats across from each other so that they could survey what was coming and going at all times... The future awaited... Vaya con Dios
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted October 30, 2011 Posted October 30, 2011 Reminicing ole' CC thought to himself that this wasn't the first time Flint McCloud had saved his bacon. Thinking back a few years ago he was sitting in a Saloon in Ft. Worth waiting on these same two when two buffalo skinners mistook me for another halfbreed who they had had a run in with back aways down the trail. "Stand up breed,we aim to carve on you a little to settle up what ya did to our partner back down tha trail. Ya killed 'em and left ole' Jeb here a bleedin' might near ta death." "Mister, now I ain't the one you are lookin' for cause if it'd been me ole' Jeb here wouldn't be here cause I would a killed him too. I don't leave men alive to chase me." About as soon as I got the words out of my mouth who do ya think walked through those bat wing doors as big as a giant? None other that ole' Flint himself. "Hold on there gents, I heard a little bit of this conversation and I think you are making a mistake. This here is my friend Cherokee Charlie. Now I have told you that you have made a mistake now if you both want to die today then let's proceed with what you had in mind." Flint was saying this as he was pulling a 12" Bowie knife. Needless to say these two yahoos slowly backed out of the room and made their apologies. Dang, it sure feels good to be back with the Col. and Flint again.
Blackwater 53393 Posted October 31, 2011 Posted October 31, 2011 Keep 'er goin' boys!! I'll join ya's when I kin!! BTT!!
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted October 31, 2011 Author Posted October 31, 2011 As I headed back to the Saloon after making our travel arrangements, i walked past a pair of rough looking men cursing. I stood on the walk a moment listening. "I don't care if that Cherokee Charlie is the wrong fellow or who the hell that big man is. I'm going on top of that hotel and when they walk out I am gonna gut shoot em both.." The friend nodded and they headed across the street into the hotel. I walked through the batwing doors and looked to Charlie and Flint. "Sit tight and wait here, I have one more thing to do." With that I walked over to the bar, bought a bottle and slipped out the back door and circled around to the Hotel taking the back stairs up to the roof top. Sure enough the two men were laying in wait, rifles in hand. Setting the bottle down I slipped quietly up behind them and slit both their throats in the blink of an eye. "You boys really ought to learn to keep your voices down, maybe that will help." I said as I unceremoniously dragged them to the back side of the hotel and dropped their bodies to the ground I headed back to the Saloon, bottle in hand and gathered up Flint and Charlie and told them what I had heard and done. "Next time, just kill 'em, Okay?" I said quietly.
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 2, 2011 Posted November 2, 2011 Col. you and Flint, if you don't mind sorta fill me in on what we are about to git into with ole' Bass Reeves. Hear tell he's one more mean sumbitch when he's on tha trail of his man. Won't tollerate no sugars and just don't put up with no bullspit. The three 'uv us sorta do things our own way so how'n the heck 'r we gonna w*rk for this man and make him happy? Does he know who killed Crazy Horse or are we chasing straws?
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 2, 2011 Author Posted November 2, 2011 "Charlie, we don't know much yet, but figured Denver was close enough to go learn it first hand. If Bass Reeves wants our help, we'll saddle up, if he don't, well then, we'll figure out something to make the trip worthwhile.
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 2, 2011 Posted November 2, 2011 Well, the way I got it figgured out ole' Col. J. Mark Flint and Flint McCloud's gonna take this job regardless of what happens and we are gonna do things the way we have always done them and that's to get the job done and if some yahoo gets in the way well-----I just wouldn't want to be that yahoo. I was beginning to think that life as I knew it was over but hot damn the juices are flowing agin' and I'm as excited as a new born colt in the spring. I guess I better git up to my room and check out all my gear, clean all my guns and get ready for the trip. I'm always packed. I'm always ready. Just hope these damn crutches don't get in the way when I have to make my move.
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 4, 2011 Author Posted November 4, 2011 After a good dinner, we boarded the train. I inspected the stock car and found the horses and tack all properly tended to and headed forward to join Charlie and Flint. Flint gave me an odd look as I sat down across from him "You aren't wearing your guns, something wrong?" I chuckled and eased open my jacket showing my shoulder holsters with my colts tucked away He quietly asked "How do you get those long barrelled jobs out of a shoulder holster?" "Quickly." I replied as I tipped my hat forward and prepared for a nap.
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 6, 2011 Posted November 6, 2011 The Col. was taking a nap, Flint McCloud was reading one of his favorite books and I was sitting across the isle as one of us always did when we traveled together on public transportation so we could watch each other's backs when two non descript cowboys stood up and anounced, "this here's a hold up. Now don't nobody git froggy on us 'n nobody's gonna git hurt. We're just gonna relieve ya'll 'uv sum 'uv yer money an we will be gone afore ya know it. Now, Billy here is gonna pass this here hat around an I 'spect I 'oughta see evea thang ya'll own goin' in tha hat. Ya understand me?" I looked over at Flint and he looked down at the Col. who I knew was not asleep because he had moved both hands inside his coat and I knew he had filled both hands with Colts. Flint whispered to me, "When Billy walks by us trip him with one of your crutches, then shoot him and I will take out the other one." Col. J. Mark Flint said as a whisper, "We do this together just as soon as Billy hits the floor I'm coming up shooting so Flint you better be fast." Billy started down the isle making passengers deposit their possessions into his hat. "Drop all ya got in ma hat boys." No sooner had he gotten the words out of his mouth Cherokee Charlie rammed his crutch between Billy's feet and twisted it and down he went. Billy turned over on his back and cocked his Colt but it was a little too late for the last thing he heard was the roar of CC's 45 as it blasted him to hell. Within the same second Flint had stood up had drawn his right hand Colt, cocked it----Col. J. Mark had sprung up from a make believe sleep had drawn both his pistols and three loud blast could be heard almost at the same instant. All three slugs hit the robber dead center of his chest leaving no doubt as to the damage they had done. Down he went without as much as a twitch of his trigger finger. When the smoke had cleared the room the passengers were thanking the three hero's for saving their valueables and their money. Some even tried to give them a reward which they refused. "Maybe we can settle down to a peaceful trip now," said Flint McCloud. "I still need a nap," said the Col. r
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 8, 2011 Author Posted November 8, 2011 Denver came up soon enough and my nap ended. As we went to disembark, a number of passengers began to make a big deal about our actions on the train. Irritated I pushed my way through and headed to the stock car. Flint stayed with Charlie, while I retrieved the stock and corralled them in a pen by the station. "Charlie, here's some gold dust. You and Flint find a suitable wagon while I get the rest of our tack stored and I'll meet you both at the Eyser Boarding House & Saloon over on Blake street in an hour or so." Charlie took the sack of gold, knowing that arguing with me was a waste of time and McCloud tagged along as they headed in search of a wagon. I saddled my horse, put the gear and tack on the others, and then put a lead rope on them all and took them down to the livery. After paying for two days feed and care I asked where I might find Bass Reeves and was told that he was spending time down around Larimer Street and that I might find him at a place called the Midway Saloon. With a tip of the hat, I took my horse and headed that way.
Flint McCloud 3103L Posted November 8, 2011 Posted November 8, 2011 Flint and Charlie asked around for the best place to secure a wagon... They were told that the Smithy had wagons for sale or rent... A quick trip down Front Street to River Street brought the worthies to the Smithy... Flint and Charlie walked up to a large bearded man with bulging biceps who was working a wagon rim on an anvil... The big gunman opened with "Howdy amigo... we been told that you might could set us up with a wagon..." "If you've got money, I've got wagons... You lookin' to buy or rent...???" The Blacksmith said in a Baritone voice. "If'n the price is right, we might could buy one... I'd normally say rent, but I don't reckon we know how long we might need it..." said Flint. "Follow me... and my name's Chet" and with that, the Blacksmith set down the wagon rim and the trio walked out the back door to one of two large corrals... After looking over a dozen wagons, Charlie and Flint settled on a freight wagon and a deal was made... The group went back inside and Chet started out weighing the gold dust... Charlie spoke up and said, "That would probably be easier to weigh if you took yer thumb off the other side of that scale"... "Are you calling me a cheat, Little Man"... Chet boomed in his Baritone voice. "If'n he ain't, I am... Now get your thumb off the scale and let's settle up this business..." Flint said in complete earnest. The Blacksmith grabbed up a hammer that had ben sitting right next to him... but before he got it to waist level, Flint had out two Colts and aimed right the Blacksmith's heart... "I am very near ta' ruinin' yer day, amigo... Now either use the hammer or lose it" Flint said, lookin Chet right in the eyes... "Flint, remember what the Colonel said... Next time just kill 'em..." Charlie said with an evil smile on his face... "He did say that indeed, CC... I done forgot already... Sorry friend, this just ain't yer day" Flint said this last to Chet... All the blood ran out of Chet's face and he turned a ghastly white color while stammering... "No, no... it ain't got to be that way... How's about I knock some off the price and we call it square...???" the Blacksmith said, realizing he was very possibly bartering for his life... "You throw in that matched pair of blacks out back and we'll pay the amount we agreed on... and if'n I see yer thumb anywhere near that scale, I'll cut it off first and THEN shoot you..." Flint said and then, when Chet wasn't looking he winked at Charlie... "No sir... here you go..." and he gave back the remaining gold dust to Charlie and they all went out back while the Blacksmith hitched the team to the freight wagon... "Nice doin' business with ya'" Flint said as they rode away from the Smithy... Down the street a bit, the big gunman looked over at Charlie who was driving the wagon and said... "Now where was it we was supposed to meet up with the Colonel...???" Both men rode into the crisp air laughing... Vaya con Dios
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 9, 2011 Posted November 9, 2011 Flint and Charlie had to ask directions a couple of time but they finally found Eyser Boarding House & Saloon over on Blake street. "Nice place and it's tucked out of the way. I guess the Col. has his reasons for us staying here. Saloon sure is noisy." said Cherokee Charlie. "Let's check in and find out where to board the horses and put the wagon and then let's get a drink and some grub." said Flint. "Sounds like a good idee to me." Eyser Boarding house had a boy there to take care of the horses and the wagon so Flint and Charlie deposited their gear in their adjoining rooms and went down to the Saloon which joined the Boarding House. Sort of a strange combination but when you saw the girls in the Saloon you sorta put things together and it came on like a light why J. Mark Flint whould have chosen such a place. Convenience is the word. Down right conveinence. Flint and I chose our usual chairs at a table with our backs to the wall and just could not figure why there were several gents in the place that kept cutting their eyes at us but wouldn't look directly at us. They must know something we don't or we smell funny. I saw Flint ease one of his big Colt's out and lay it on his lap and he advised me to do the same. We had had a couple of drinks each when Col. J. Mark Flint arrived---------------------------------------
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 9, 2011 Author Posted November 9, 2011 I walked slowly to the table Charlie and Flint sat at and hoped they would have enough sense to go along with me, but I wasn't sure. I'd pinned on my old badge and waited until I was at the table. I placed my right hand on the butt of my pistol and my left hand on Charlie's shoulder. "Good work deputy, now that I'm here, I'll take over." I looked at McCloud "Hand your guns and knives over to my deputy and come along peaceably, you're under arrest." Flint McCloud looked at me confused and started to talk "What in the . . . " I cut him off quickly "Do as I say and do it now! You can ask questions later, or you can go to hell right now!" Slowly he laid his gun on the table and then his knife. Charlie scooped them up, bewildered, but with sense enough to go along. Flint rose slowly to his feet and I jerked my head towards the back door. "Out back Mister and don"t do anything stupid. . . please." Slowly Flint headed out the back door and Charlie followed. When I stepped through the door I looked Flint in the eye "Bass Reeves is looking for you! Best we get on our way quick before someone realizes what I . . . we just pulled. There are bounty hunters all over Denver."
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 10, 2011 Posted November 10, 2011 "Flint I can't go as fast as you can with these crutches but best you get your big self out back to the livery and get in the wagon and cover up with the canvas cover. I'll go to the rooms and gather up everything and we can light a shuck and get the hell out of here. Where we headed Col.?",asked Charlie. "Fort Smith. Flint come on and I will take you at gun point to get the horses until we get to the livery and as soon as we get there duck into the wagon and if the boy isn't there I will hitch the blacks up myself, now let's go, pronto." Flint appeared in the doorway of the livery first followed close behind by J. Mark Flint with Colt in hand. "Hold it right there" a voice rang out from the shadows. The Col. on instinct fired toward the sound of the voice which he knew was up to no good. "Huugggnnnn!!!Damn you shot me you son-of-a----" "Shut up or I'll do it again" came the voice from J. Mark Flint. "Why are you here and what do you want?" "Bounty hunter." "Who's got bounty on them?" "The big guy--McCloud" "Why" "They claim he killed Crazy Horse." "That's a lie," said Flint. "That's for us to prove," said J. Mark Flint When Charlie opened the door to his room it was pitch black inside and his Indian instincts told him that he wasn't alone. He could smell the acrid smell of stale tobacco and the sweet smell of fresh chewing tobacco. Before he could react to any of his senses someone hit him over the head with something very hard. So hard that he saw stars, northern lights and heard little birds singing. "Now we have something to bargin with.
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 11, 2011 Author Posted November 11, 2011 As Flint tied the wounded man up I took a look at the blacks he and Charlie had bought and whistled in admiration. Then it caught my eye, the brands were altered. I hitched em to a wagon stored behind the livery, and then proceeded to Harness and hitch my Percherons to our wagon. Flint came inside and saw the two wagon's hitched up. "What are you up to?" I looked at him. "If we can get the two wagons out of town unseen, Charlie can take one off and give us a distraction, We'll dump the wagon with the blacks, turn the horses loose, while I take my team and wagon south towards Castle Rock." Flint looked unsure "And I go with you?" I nodded and explained "Just for a bit, there is an area we will pass that is rocky enough that it is unlikely anyone will be able to track you. We'll meet back at my place if you think you can find it again, just don't go in before I get there, that tunnel is booby trapped in 7 different spots." Flint looked unsure "Running from the law seems wrong." I looked at him "I've arrested you. You aren't running from the law, you are following my directions as a prisoner, trying to avoid bounty hunters and a lynching. Now if you decide to disobey me and run for the border, I'll be in a world of trouble, but I'd not blame you. Otherwise, we will make it to Ft. Smith and deal with these charges, just as soon as we figure out why you are being set up." Flint chewed on all that had been said and after a bit we started to get fidgety. "Where is Charley? Even crippled up he should be here by now."
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 12, 2011 Posted November 12, 2011 "Hello in the livery-----we have something you might want and you have something we want------let's talk," came a loud voice from just outside the livery double doors. Both Flint and Col. J. Mark had already drawn iron and had taken cover at the first word that had been spoken. "Speak up man---let's hear what you have to say,"said the Col. "Flint,Col. it's me Charlie, I got waylaid in my room and got hit over the head. They want to trade me for Flint. They say there is a $5000 bounty on his head for killing Crazy Horse. Now you know I ain't never been worth no $10,000."(which was a signal to Flint and J. Mark that there were two men holding Charlie. Flint held up two fingers to J. Mark and he shook his head in agreement and told Flint to keep Charlie talking and he slipped out the side door of the livery and around the building he went creeping like a cat being very careful not to be discovered. J. Mark thought to himself that if they had hurt Charlie it was going to be hell to pay. Hell, it was going to be any way as he burst through the double doors with both Colt's spitting fire. One man went down and died before he hit the ground and the second man never even cocked his pistol. Surprise is a hell of a thing in warfare. I does strange things to men. Sometimes the just freeze in their tracks as this one did. J.Mark's bullet caught him high in the collar bone and another in the brisket. He would live. Questions had to be answered.
Flint McCloud 3103L Posted November 14, 2011 Posted November 14, 2011 "Fellers"... the big gunman started... "I don't have nary an idea what this here is all about... I ain't even SEEN Crazy Horse but oncet in my life and I was attached as a Scout to a Cavalry Unit at the time... I didn't get but 10 yards from him at best... Now y'all know, I've killed more'n my share o' men in my short lifetime, and most of 'em deserved what they got... But I've never back-peddled on any one of 'em... Each one is my doin' and I've done it many times in the company of the two of you..." and he in turn looked at both the Colonel and Charlie... "But either way... somebody seems ta' have the ear o' somebody else what's important and got them ta' believe that I'm the one... Seems like oncet again, we're up to our hocks in it... We need us a plan and fast..." "Let's see if we can keep this ranny alive long enough to get something out of him... If he needs persuading, I assume you are indignant enough to get him motivated...???" J. Mark said to Flint... "If by 'indignant', you mean 'pissed off', then I am all of that and then some..." Flint shot back... "I believe he do mean that, Flint" Charlie said with a wicked smile on his face as he drew his bowie knife... The Colonel rolled his eyes again (as he seemed to do a lot around these two) and said, "This is either going to be a really long night, or the shortest confession in mankind"... Vaya con Dios EDITED: For loss of mind...
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 14, 2011 Author Posted November 14, 2011 (Crazy Horse not sitting Bull, I expect the continuity to be restored shortly) As Flint and Charlie worked on poor Elmo, I decided to flesh out my plan a bit. Originally I thought that if I took Flint into Judge Parker, with a solid alibi, or proof of someone else's guilt, that it would be a relatively easy matter to get the charges dismissed. The case against him was heresay from a dying man. Not totally inadmissable, but in this circumstance, Crazy Horse's murder had nothing to do with the dying soldier's declaration. Judge Parker was a hard man though and while he might have personal feelings about a case, he could always be expected to apply the law. I discussed all this with Flint for some time. For all his bluster he was an educated man and far smarter than his countenance might suggest. He asked a few questions and I explained that there were specific rules to allow the use of such a statement. "Why can they use heresay, aren't I entitled to confront my accuser?" I nodded "You would think so, but so far the courts haven't recognized the problem with these typoes of statements. They look to the old principle Nemo moriturus praesumitur mentiri or . . ." Flint finished with a close interpretation "A dying man has no more reason to lie." "Correct, now about this man you and Charlie worked over, he is the perfect example of the flaw in my plan. Every fight we get in, every shot fired, we are potentially shooting at a lawman in the legal discharge of his duty. Even a flesh wound could be attempted murder and result in one or all of us hanging. A good lawyer can beat this Flint, and I can afford the best, but if we shoot the wrong man, we are all gonna end up at the end of one of George Maleodon's ropes." Flint flinched physically "I don't want to go out kicking and swinging J. Mark, maybe I should just head to Mexico, and take a ship to Europe." "Don't worry my friend, I promise you won't end up kicking and swinging. . ." Flint wiped his brow "Thanks" I shook my head, "No if they hang you, your neck will snap clean on the drop, just like breaking a twig." Flint looked hard at me "Your a great comfort J. Mark, you know that?" I nodded, "Tis my goal, now what do we do with Elmo? Remember Mortuus homines fabellas no" Flint again nodded in understanding "And the pigs do need feeding."
Flint McCloud 3103L Posted November 14, 2011 Posted November 14, 2011 (Sorry about the mix-up with Crazy Horse... Long hours and little sleep... It's over at the end of this week and all goes back to normal...) Vaya con Dios
Flint McCloud 3103L Posted November 15, 2011 Posted November 15, 2011 "Well... I do agree with yer thinkin'... I've run from the law before, but never been a big one ta' fight with the law..." Flint told J. Mark... "As far as Elmo is concerned, let's find out what he knows and what part he actually do play in this... if'n he's just a Bounty Hunter, then I won't feel real bad if he gets an infection what he can't recover from" Flint finished pulling out his bowie... "Talk first... bowie later" J. Mark said... "Dang... you ain't no fun..." the big gunman said... Charlie chimed in, "Maybe we start a fire and... well, you know..." "Gentlemen, I expect it won't take anything quite so drastic to get something usefull from this nimrod... he's leaking pretty good as it is..." the Colonel stated the obvious... "Well... there is that" Charlie said, looking a bit glum at the prospect of not being able to add to the 'interogation"... Vaya con Dios
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 16, 2011 Posted November 16, 2011 Charlie patched Elmo up and got his bleeding stopped then he tied both his hands together and used a pulley that the livery operator used for moving heavy objects and lifted Elmo off the floor of the livery. "You can hang there like a piece of meat to dry for all I care," said Charlie. "Those wounds are gonna start to really screaming after about 30 minutes of hanging up there. If you have anything to tell us, tell it now before you start to scream. I usually go deef after the first scream or two." "I ain't got nuthin' ta say ta you old man," said Elmo. "We will see about that," said Flint.
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 16, 2011 Author Posted November 16, 2011 I watched as Flint and Charlie took turns at trying to extract information to no avail. "Mind if I try something?" I asked as I plucked a cartridge from my gunbelt. Charlie and Flint looked at me "Go ahead" they said in unison. I walked up and pressed the side of the cartridge against Elmo's thumbnail and squeezed hard. Elmo cursed, but he didn't flinch. "Elmo here is what I guess should be called a nonresponder, he has a disconnect between his brain and the rest of his body and doesn't process pain like most people." Charlie wrinkled his nose "Nonsense!" I stepped over and pressed the cartridge against Charlie's thumbnail with just a fraction of the pressure and he jerked his hand away. I dropped the cartridge in his hand and he tried it on Flint with the same reaction and then on me. I didn't respond. "Still think it is nonsense?" Charlie looked at me funny "How did you do that?" I shrugged and tried to explain "It is just the way a small group of people are made up-I didn't learn it if that is what you mean. I feel pressure, but not pain as I think most people feel. Sometimes you see it in opium addicts, and Elmo looks to fit that bill." I lowered Elmo to the ground "If you want information from him it takes a different approach. Flint sit on his legs and Charlie you tie his arms off to that post. This is gonna be pretty disgusting." Elmo sneered, "You can't hurt me." I nodded "Nope, but I can open your belly and put your insides on your outside a little at a time. A man that don't feel pain still feels fear. When you smell your bowels draped across your chest and you taste your raw liver in your mouth, you'll feel fear. You'll probably be past the point of talking, but I see it as our only option at this point." By now Flint had his weight on the man's legs and Charlie had him tied where he couldn't put up a struggle. I pulled a small neck knife out and checked the sharpness of the edge against my thumbnail. "Charlie hold his head down against the ground and watch him, he'll bite given a chance. Looking at Flint I spoke "First you make a small slit and slide your fingers in like so. Then with your finger tips ahead of the knife blade you open up the skin without cutting the bowels. A 4-5 inch cut works well to minimize bleeding." Elmo was covered in sweat "Okay, I'll tell you what I know." I looked at Flint and grinned "Ask away, you are the one in trouble." Charlie hid his grin as he watched my hand pressing against Elmo's uncut belly.
Cherokee Charlie Regulator #4967 Posted November 17, 2011 Posted November 17, 2011 Well, I thought I had seen it all in my 70 some odd years but don't that beat all. That man's too young to be so savvy. I woulda had ta skin that yahoo practaclly all tha way afore he ever said a dang word. I'd a done it just fer old time sakes. Aye gosh, I feel like I could whip a grizzly rite now. "Flint, you wanna arm rassle?"
J. Mark Flint #31954 LIFE Posted November 22, 2011 Author Posted November 22, 2011 "Get done with Elmo, gag him and throw him in that spare wagon along with a few bags of feed, I want to leave deep tracks. Flint I want you to ride out and meet up with Charlie 20 miles south of here in Castle Rock. You two head due east from there and I'll catch up to you on the way to Goodland, Kansas. Meanwhile, I'll dump this wagon up North." Flint tied the gag in Elmo's mouth tightly and tossed him like a sack of potatoes into the stolen wagon. "Alright, but what are you gonna do with Elmo?" I shrugged, "He was ready to kill you, Charlie and me to collect on a reward. I figure to give him a reward to last the rest of his life. A dollar eighty ought to do it."
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