"I'll do anything, but I don't want my family to die! We are nothing but poor peasants. Finn screwed up his face into a pleading look.
Fine. Then go and tell that big man down there that the rock hes hiding behind is too small for him. Then tell him I know everything but Im willing to take a step back and not interfere. In exchange, I want three thousand dollars or equivalent. According to my estimates, the figure should correspond to about half of their portion of the stolen goods. If the guy they killed in Little Pit had some valuables with him, theyve probably already divvied up the loot. So, you cant tell me they have nothing. Oh! Also tell him that if he doesnt agree to my offer, that Ive got plenty of munitions that will agree for him. That rogue was not just slick, he had an eagle eye. Hugg had lurked almost a thousand yards from the camp. It was an impressive distance. Although several rifles exceeded that range, few were accurate enough and there were even fewer marksmen capable of such precision. Since his Jacob Hawken was three sheets to the wind, he might as well be out of range.
Three... three thousand dollars? Not even the most simple-minded wretch would have considered such an inconceivable figure.
"You tell him exactly what I told you. Three thousand dollars to turn a blind eye. Well, three thousand dollars, plus you as a bonus. I don't think my fool companions are going to make it, but I have to protect myself from any unforeseen circumstances. So, I still need to report to command, turn in this paper, and take you to the infirmary. Now, kid, if you let slip any of this and Ill not only kill you, but Ill go to Little Pit and take out your whole family if theyre still standing. It wont be hard to find them. I know your sisters name. Emily, right? Think about it - who will they believe anyway? Some little rat-faced spawn of a reject of society, or an upright man of the law?
"No, no, sir, I won't tell anyone! But actually, I'd like to go back to my town. He and his father had far more important business to attend to and it wouldnt be good for them to be seen in the company of a Ranger.
"Look, its essential to me that I take you to the El Paso infirmary as soon as possible. Then you can make yourself scarce. In fact, if you disappear, as far as I'm concerned, it's even better." He shoved him roughly in Huggs direction and barked, Move! The sooner we get this over with, the sooner you can get back to your hokum.
The best way to profit is from a privileged position in the middle of the crowd. He had heard this saying from old Kent, the so-called bandit extraordinaire. Maybe he had been, but if he met his fate lying face down in Little Pit dust, extraordinaire he was not. At any rate, the motto fit perfectly with the revelation that Finn had just had: being on the side of the law required one to take possession of dirty money from time to time, but at the same time it allowed you to keep some of it. Operating with due caution, of course. Better than staying in that dung heap of a town waiting for some fool to show up with a pittance in his pocket. Blondie, keeping his eyes wide open and closing them only when the moment seemed fit, was about earn himself three thousand bucks and who knows how many other times he had already done it.
On the right side of the law was the best place to do the dirtiest work. He thought that this could probably be something he could get used to. There is something to be said for a young person who cultivates healthy intentions for the future.
At the moment, however, the task at hand was much more pertinent. He had reached his father and had to convince him to relinquish the sum that the crooked Ranger wanted, without getting his face smashed in more than it already had been.
"Paw, that guy there has eagle eyes. He saw you and he got suspicious! Better to blame him for what was about to go down.
Years of work as a trapper led the man to instinctively seek the shelter of the rock with greater detail. Then he regained his composure and grabbed Finn by the collar. Blazes sake! The hell is he suspicious of, exactly? Finn flinched at the finger in his face.
"He thought you were one of those outlaws they are after and brought me here to set a trap."
"So why didn't he tell his companions?"
Thats my point, Paw. Its that he seems to want to keep it from them, cause he wants something in exchange for his silence. Weasels voice was progressively waning and the last words came out as a barely audible whisper.
Hahaha!
Hugg let out a hearty laugh. Let him go warn them! What do I care."
"Yes, but hes a pretty perceptive guy and if you let him go, hell start to suspect something. Then theres one more thing. I dont think that for a smart guy like you it will be a problem, but he said that in the case you turn him down, he wont think twice about sparring with you. Of course, we only have pistols. He not only has those, but also has a brand new Sharps rifle. You know, Paw, they say that it has a good range and that it reloads in a flash. But youre the best and you can take him out, even if you have to circle him from a distance on horseback. Right? He pretended to cling to him, as though he was seeking his fathers protection.
A drop of sweat trickled down the man's forehead. "Sure, I can take him out with my eyes closed. Only thing is, if I end up just woundin him hed go runnin off to his pals, then wed have a pack of Rangers on our heels. Maybe were better off givin him what he wants. Whats his demand?
This was the hardest part. Finn held up three fingers.
Son of a crow! He wants a whole three hundred bucks just to turn a blind eye?
No, Paw... He doesnt want three hundred...
Oh! Aight then whatre we standin here for? Here, take the thirty dollars the chump wants and thatll be the end of it.
No, he wants three thousand...
This was it. He was going to get another pummeling. Weasel was going to find himself on the ground again spitting out blood and dirt.
Fucking pigs! They gorge themselves on our taxes, and rather than helping the honest citizens, they go rogue and want three grand to turn a blind eye!" Finn wasnt sure his father ever paid a pennys worth of tax. Even honest citizens was a laugh. However, he preferred not to point out those details because he had grown a liking to keeping his hide intact.
Hugg breathed in large quantities of air in a vain attempt to stifle his anger, when he finally blurted out, "I break my back to get this loot, then that horses ass shows up and wants three thousand, I say three thousand bucks! Well well just see about that when I make him eat dirt. Who does he think he is? Im just gonna have to get back to that hollow so I can get my pistol. This toy gun aint gonna get us nowhere. "
He gathered himself and pulled out his pistol. As he leaned out from his hiding spot, a bullet whizzed inches from his ear. After the near miss, the adversary could simply adjust his shot and hit him. Hugg immediately turned back around to crouch behind the rock.
"Consarn it! This stupid backloadin pistol piece a dung cant hold a candle to my Jagg! If only I still had it... He seemed more shaken up by the affront to his convictions than by risking his hide by a frogs hair. He huffed and started digging through his pockets, cursing under his breath.
Finn! Finn, stop rollin round in the dust like a cat in heat and get over here! Despite his loss of equilibrium from the combination of the beating and getting up too quickly, he obeyed, but only to avoid an encouragement kick on top of everything else.
"Consarn it! This stupid backloadin pistol piece a dung cant hold a candle to my Jagg! If only I still had it... He seemed more shaken up by the affront to his convictions than by risking his hide by a frogs hair. He huffed and started digging through his pockets, cursing under his breath.
Finn! Finn, stop rollin round in the dust like a cat in heat and get over here! Despite his loss of equilibrium from the combination of the beating and getting up too quickly, he obeyed, but only to avoid an encouragement kick on top of everything else.
"Here. Take this. Should be worth about three thousand bucks. And you better hope he didnt realize I dont have a gun. If he did, hes gonna want it all and will try to take us out to get it. Hell have to pry it out of my cold dead hands! His lump of a father shared nothing. Ever. But for some reason when things got hairy, his father had no problem sharing the burden. Always. Come on, We gotta cut stick now!" He added.
Err, Paw... Theres one more thing.
Badfinger stared daggers at him, took a deep breath through gritted teeth, and motioned for him to continue.
"The guy wants me, too. He wants to take me to El Paso for me to get bandaged up; he needs it to keep his cover.
Hugg breathed a sigh of relief.
Shoot, I was thinkin he wanted more than that! Fare thee well, kid. Dont take any wooden nickels. He chuckled, heartened.
Actually, Im gonna try to escape and meet you in Agua Dulce.
You do what you want. Yknow, sometimes you can be useful after all. Ill stay at the only inn the place has. If youre still alive by then Ill see you there. If not, its been a pleasure! Ive got a fifty-thousand-dollar haul to think about, So I cant be goin out of my way for you, understand. That bounty was too substantial for Hugg to keep is head on straight. It was in his possession for less than a day and it was already taking over; an obsession that clouded his judgment and made him even less rational than he already was. Even putting himself in the line of fire was out of character for him. Finn determined that if he left him alone for too long, he would soon lose his father, along with aura of sheer luck that always seemed to linger around him.
The boy neatly arranged the jewels he was holding in his hand in preparation of the hard sell ahead of him. He popped out from behind the rock and walked up to Blondie.
Rick scanned over the baubles, summing up their value under his breath. Then he made a barely perceptible grimace and barked, Damn curmudgeon! This junk is worth at most twenty-nine hundred dollars, not considering courtesy fee. For some reason, this did not surprise Weasel in the least.
The man stood there, contemplating for a moment. He could have been tempted to send the brat back to the crook to demand more. Even worse, he could have been contemplating a violent attempt to take it all. Fortunately, he was convinced that the crook couldn't have more than five thousand dollars. In the end, he decided that the game was not worth the candle. "Alright then. Let's say that this time I give him a little finders discount, he conceded by shaking his head.
1 Good manners.
Hugg Badfinger had a perfectly good reason to go straight to Agua Dulce. There, one could find a scanty old junk shop where a modest variety of services and accessories could be accessed by asking the right questions. For example, it was possible to pawn or sell an item, even if it was of dubious origin. Aaron Mansill, the shop owner, was nothing but a cheap loan shark, but he was the only hustler Hugg knew of in those parts. He had already concluded a few transactions with him and didnt have any complaints thus far.
He was very sure the merchant could never take on the entirety of the stolen goods; primarily because he did not have enough connections to be able to sell it all. He also wouldnt remotely have the liquidity to afford it all in one go. If he did have it, he wouldnt have been there counting the nickels earned from pickpockets. Either way, Hugg had to start somewhere.
He hadn't trusted himself enough to take the entirety of the loot with him, so he had stashed most of it under a rock just outside of town. He had been very careful, and before taking off he stood watch for a long while. Long enough to be absolutely certain that no one had seen him; a precaution which bordered paranoia.
He arrived at the saloon of Agua Dulce a moment before high noon. Just in time for old Ben to serve a flat, piss-warm beer and a potato and rabbit stew. He was reasonably sure that the rabbit was not rabbit at all, but he ate it anyway. He just needed to put something in his belly. Fortunately, thanks to his grim face and standoffish demeanor, he had managed isolate himself in a secluded corner without being bothered.
According to an unwritten rule, he was supposed to offer a drink to the guy seated across the way from him. He had always hated this rule, and this aversion was not at all lessened by the fact that he was now rich. Upon finishing his meal, he was given a room to stay in. There he locked himself inside, turning the key twice to be sure. He intended to wait until late evening to go to the merchant. By showing up at closing time he would have plenty of time to make the deal without being disturbed by the occasional patron.
Evening came, and it was nearing the time to meet Aaron. Before he did anything else, he checked that he still had the jewels on him, even though they werent likely to grow legs and run off. Then he slipped the important-looking document into an inside pocket of his vest, lit a cigar, and shuffled downstairs to grab himself a whiskey. His throat was dry, and as far as he was concerned, no good business deal was ever made without a little spirit.
He had just brought the glass to his lips, when an unpleasantly familiar voice made his drink go sideways.
I knew I'd find you here! See what happens when you gorge yourself? Like I always say: anybody who drinks alone is gonna choke to death! His overtly cheerful manner made one wonder if his statement had a double meaning.
Ben! A fresh glass of firewater for my friend. What the devil are you doing here, you old spooney? How is it that you didnt go down with the rest of Little Pit?
"Tell me now, Hugg, whereabouts did your little nipper run off to? When I was on my way back to town, a gunslinger on horseback who seemed to be in a bit of a rush went right by me. Then, when I was almost to town, I saw you dart away as though you had the devil on your heels. You was in the same hurry and... riding the same horse. I tried to shadow you in my carriage, but you was just too quick and I lost sight of you. But I knew Id find you here. What you find on im? Joe Otthims, who had sat down next to him, accompanied the question with a cheeky grin and an elbow nudge.
The man was huge and sported a very prominent belly. He was much bigger than Badfinger, who was also slightly better proportioned. His pockmarked and flushed face was surrounded by a black beard and an unkempt mop of salt and pepper hair. The gravelly, powerful voice and the colorful vernacular clashed with his perfect British accent.
"Shut up, you idiot!" hissed Hugg, looking around in alarm.
"Im on to something, eh! Whats it worth? A hundred? Two hundred? He gave it his best effort, but just wasnt capable of whispering. Hugg just shot him a fiery glare. Some patrons turned an interested glance in their direction.
"A hundred bucks and a gold-plated watch that could earn me another one-fifty if Im lucky," he whispered, while still being deliberately audible. Two to three hundred dollars was the most common payload of Aaron's patrons. A fair sum, but nothing that would instigate a scuffle. On the other hand, the place was crawling with petty thieves trying to get similar amounts from their scanty spoils. He himself had never gotten more than two hundred dollars in earnings before that day.