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Chancellor Riggin # 10: Kent Dallons |
| Written by Cory | |
| Sunday, 09 March 2008 | |
I decided our route to California was ready to be changed immediately. For the first time real, true, hard, nerve cringing fear set into me to the point where I couldn’t think straight. All I knew was I needed to get my good friend Kent Dallons. His small army may be able to help me, maybe. The shot was fired above us and in the route we where going in. I tried to do the math in my head. Maylia’s gun was a Remington sharper, as I called them and was probably high caliber. They way it fired he would search for it about 7 miles away, and search for sign of us. I had that doubt that tried to make you feel better when faced with hard times. I tried telling myself that this man surely wasn’t good enough to track a bullet, but I knew better than that. Turoto was that good. That didn’t explain one thing. Why did he kill Burt? Sure it made sense he was looking for who stole his cattle, but it felt to me that it was deeper than that. I thought long and hard for anything else and I couldn’t come up with anything. The next two months we lived like deer. We talked seldom and moved with ease and precaution. Once I recognized we were a week’s ride from the range that Kent called home, I began to feel better. James and I felt loose and I was comfortable knowing how close we where. James’ job was to accompany me to California and that was it, but he volunteered to fight anyone. He didn’t even know the half of the story I knew. We where eating beans and potatoes. It was the most relaxed meal I remember eating and I loved it. James had cooked this meal and it was quite good. After I had eaten I announced I was going to sleep, and James soon followed. As I went to sleep I played with the idea in my mind. I remembered hearing the name Turoto on the drives I used to go on, and I remember meeting Turoto at a saloon. He was a hard man, and dangerous. I had pictured him in just for worst case scenario, and I was crushed when I saw him at Torris. This was going to be the adventure of a life time. I had awoken to a sound of footsteps, plain as day. It was someone angry, and I sat tight. The man went to James and began whispering questions. I tried making them out, but James was almost 500 feet away from where I was lying at. I heard the man yelled and made out the voice. It was Carito Cruz. There was another man with him, but I didn’t much care for who that was. I heard a gunshot and I knew that James was dead. “ He said Dun was a horse, dang liar.” Cruz said. About the time Dun heard his name he jumped up. Cruz looked at Dun and put two and two together. I felt my stomach do a somersault. It was my turn to act. I stood and told him to get away. “ I don’t believe you can make me, boy.” Cruz said. The boy beside him was one I never knew, but he said. “ That’s Chancellor Sir, that’s him!” Cruz studied me and said, “ I want no trouble just this horse.” Without warning I was hit in the head and fell to the ground. I woke the next morning to the view of a dead James Roy, and his palomino horse. My head hurt, but I properly buried James, before riding on to the range. I searched for a sign of man, and soon I arrived at a house. I knocked on the door and Kent Dallon opened the door. He looked at me for a moment. “ Riggy?” he asked. Riggy was the name Kent called me as a youngster. “ Its me alright.” I told him. Next thing I knew I was faced by 7 men with gun barrels pointed at me, including Kent Dallons. Copyright 2008 Cory |
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