I approached the house of one of the men who murdered my father. Harold Thompson, I remember the day he came to my father's home, he smelled of piss. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the door and a woman answered.
She was tall, well curved and I assumed she must be the wife, what type of woman would marry a man such as that goblin? "Mrs. Thompson?" I asked as she stepped out of the house which smelled of stu, "Who's asking?" She asked with her arms crossed.
"My name is Thomas Daniels, I'm an old friend of your husband, Harold Thompson." Well, I can definitely say we go way back, she looked at me with skepticism and said "You look a bit young to have been friends with my husband," she said as I smiled and said, "Thank you for the compliment, I'm older than I look."
I lie, I am young but I can't allow failure on this quest.
She allowed me in as I looked around the place, and then I saw a little boy playing with a ball in the corner of the house. He must have been his son.
"Do you want some stu," although I was tempted, I refused. It wouldn't be proper to eat food from the wife of a man I was about to murder.
"So how did you meet Harold?" She asked as I played with the child on the floor.
"We used to run together fifteen years back, saved my life a few times, and I save his," I lied, it was of course a bunch of pigcrap but I had to make it seem like we were close so that she could at least give his location.
"He never spoke of you," she said as I quickly replied with another-well not a lie as I said "Last time we saw each other, it wasn't on the best of terms," I said as I sat in the chair at the table and she asked me "What happened?"
She was warming up a bit and I again lied by replying with "We got into an argument thirteen years back, it was my fault. A gambling problem on my part so we went our separate ways."
She looked at me with sympathy and it almost made me laugh, I was spouting out more lies than the devil himself.
"I think it would do that man some good to probably see a friend again, we haven't got letters from any friends of his in years." She said as I smiled knowing It was one of victory.
"He's down by the river, hunting some large deer." I would explode if I revealed how happy I was to hear that news.
"Thank you, Ma'am," I said as I got up and placed a kiss on her hand, a little flattery never hurt anyone.
I left the house and I walked down to the river, anticipating my first reunion.
I saw him with a rifle in his hands as he looked into the woods, possibly trying to take a shot at the deer. But he was the deer in this moment.
I approached him and said "Mr. Thompson," he looked back at me and said, "Who are you?" Oh, he was going to know soon enough.
"Thomas, Thomas Daniels," I said as he only nodded and turned his head back to the forest.
I seriously considered putting a bullet in the back of his head but I had more to say.
"I'm a friend of Butch Wild Boar," this seems to pique his interest as he lowered his gun and replied with "Oh Yeah, what does he want, spit it out," he said his body fully turned to me now.
"It isn't what he wants, it's what I want," I said as a confused face appeared on his face. "Me and you go a long ways back as well," I said as he started to slowly grip his rifle and he took a step back.
"Fredrick Daniels, thirteen years ago, you and four other men murdered him in front of his 8-year-old son. Which happens to be me."
I said as he raised his rifle, but I was fast. I pulled out my revolver and took out his right knee. "AHHHHH!" He yelled as he collapsed to the ground.
It was a funny sight for me as he begged like a child, I thought it was interesting that a man who was supposed to be this bad killer looked like a child at my feet. "PLEASE! I GOT A WIFE AND A BOY AT HOME!"
He begged as I kneeled and said "I know, saw them before now. Beautiful women and cute kid, his mother's looks saved him." He tried to reach for his rifle on the ground but I shot his hand.
"PLEASE!" He begged more and I said, "James Vermon, Eugene Michelson, Gordon McVern, Butch Wild Boar, where are they?"
He looked at me with more fear than a dying horse and said "I haven't seen them in years, I don't know I promise!" I put another bullet in his knee causing him to scream once more.
"Truth now." And he finally folded as he said "Ok! Just stop shooting me!" I pointed my revolver to the air as he caught his breath.
"I-I heard that Gordon was making moves up north, In Dunsals Berry. And I heard a rumor that Eugene was going to hang somewhere in the west.
But I swear that is all know!" His eyes looked sincere, I didn't know if he was protecting the others or telling the truth, but at least I had something.
"Thank you, I'll see you there," and he looked up at me as I walked back with a confused look. "What?" He asked with a now fearful look.
I looked at him and gazed at the ground and replied with "Well it's hell, I'll see you in Hell," as I raised my pistol and let one off in his head.
His head snapped back and fell as his body went stiff. I laughed as I put my gun back in the holster and walked away. In a few hours, his wife would probably find out she is now a widow. And I thought she was all the better for it.