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Chancellor Riggin #6: Reason Behind Torris |
| Written by Cory | |
| Thursday, 06 March 2008 | |
Jerry got up and walked, or rather waddled like a pond duck, to get me a chair out of cell. The jail was empty, but this was never a town for much trouble either. He, with great difficulty, waddled back to with a very large oak rocking chair. I was surprised the stubby fellow made it, but Jerry had always been pretty stout. He sat it down by me and I sat down. I then began to tell my story from the day that Johnny died up until the day I rode into Torris:
I had just left the most beautiful spot in the territory I could find. It was the highest hill, and under a big beautiful acorn tree. It overlooked a river and woods for miles, and deep in that tree I carved his obituary, and staked a cross at his head. I walked down the path to the dun and got on his back. I saw Jessie, the boss at Flying Y and I just tipped my hat and rode away. A few weeks later I found myself at Dodge City, trying to play poker when a great job opportunity was brought up by an English fellow named Benjamin. The job was to herd 10,000 head of longhorns from Mexico up to Abilene. I didn’t know I would kill 100 reds and at lest that many Mexican outlaws. And then I learned the secret that brought me to Torris. These cattle where stolen by a big organization of cattle rustlers, and they where stole from Carito Cruz, a very powerful dangerous man in Mexico. When I say dangerous I guess I mean crazy. Carito was once on a bear hunt, and didn’t see any bears. So he decided his servants that didn’t please him where good game. He is was a real psychopath. The men learned I knew this secret and aimed to kill me, so I went to Torris searching for a good nap. I was going to keep heading west to California and find a man named Kent Dallons. He was a gunslinger and most considered an outlaw. He was a friend from back at Kansas City, although he was a good deal older. He had a small army called the peacekeepers, and I needed to protect myself from Cruz until I could take out his the organization, known as the English Channel. After telling Jerry, he looked like he wished I was out of town ASAP. “ Well kid why did you come back here?” Jerry asked me. “ I figured you could put me in with a train of wagons to get to California. Maybe even past Torris and I’ll be ok.” I said. “ Well to be honest there is one leaving out next week, and fine shooters on it to. But you will have to watch that bunch. Those Riddlin Boys are going, and I know you don’t like them” Jerry said. I thought real hard for a minute. I always hated them. Soon I replied, “ When do we leave.” “ Exactly one week. Hope your good through Cherokee country.” Jerry said. I knew my face went white because I felt it drain. I did NOT want to go through the place where I lost my parents, but it was the only way to save my tail, and others that I didn’t want to tell Jerry about. Including him.
Copyright 2008 Cory |
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