Chapter 19, Part Two

No Honor; Chapter 19, Part 2: Ruckus

Jim wished me luck, and we parted ways. I decided I needed ta get back ta Norm's, but before I did that, I made a couple stops. First was ta Percy Lambert's, for a shave and a cut. Percy wasn't there, and after twenty minutes he didn't show, so I decided ta come back.

I went an' called on James then, at 'is Butcher Shop. I thanked him again, for his help with tha fire, and I paid 'im, for another one o' those 'House Special' corn beef sandwiches. While I'm sittin' there with my supper, I heard a few raised voices. Then I heard gunshots, and them voices got much, much louder.

I didn't know the cause at tha time, but I found out, soon after, that the bother came from The Stable. There was five Mexicans near tha well there, and they was chargin, y'know... Fifteen cents, or twenty-five cents a gallon, whatever it is. Well, apparently someone refused to pay and argued, with back up, and one o' them Mexicans shot 'em.

We're talkin' about, what looked like two unarmed men, and tha rest o' that line at that well was not happy about it. So, tha shooter got attacked, and two of 'is friends nearby got attacked. One thing I know fer sure was, the one opened fire was shot dead, with one other, and tha third man was stabbed in tha back, an' killed.

That left two other Mexicans in the area, and I'm not sure what their best move woulda been. They was lookin' at a mob of about forty-five people. Pissed off people...sick o' payin' fer water, and overpayin' for rent, and Marco's other bullshit. Here's tha thang though: when I was a kid I was taught early, never ta run from an angry dog. The reason is, that dog's first instinct, is ta chase you.

Well, The Mexicans ran right past tha Butcher Shop, and the mob was right on their heels, shoutin' and cussin' the entire way. As I watched, they ran inta Sal's place... Sal sells oil, an' matches an' firewood... Lucky me, they didn't use any o' that, but they did pull them Mexicans outta there.

The next thang was... pretty brutal. See, while they had 'em, some decided ta give 'em quite a few cheap shots. Then, they was stomped on, and finally, dragged to a nearby tree. Some o' that mob was cowboys, so they took them ropes, and tied their necks, and strung 'em up.

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