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He never missed a shot. Heck,
they could say that 'bout his birth too if ya think about it. Ya ever seen how
hard it is ta hit a bullseye the size of a pinhead? Darn near improbable. But
the boy did it. For his entire life he'd keep doing it too.
I reckon Kevin musta been
somewhere around five years when I first saw him shoot. Hooo we! What a sight
that was. Each shot from his father's Walker six-shot, like the crack of
thunder! Each one hit its mark too. One can after another. Can ya imagine the
sight? Can ya imagine the crowd when they see this lil boy holding that four
pound beast with both hands? The thing was darn near as big as he was! And all
he had ta do was take a moment before the first shot, and the next he was all
done. The crowd was hollering so loud ya had thought we'd struck gold.
But that's what started it. The
boy was a prodigi...prodi...the boy was special, no doubt. But as quick as his gun-slinging was, his mind was
quicker. Now, I can read me some. Even write ma name all pretty like. One of ma
girls done showed me how after I was through with her. Belle, pretty little
But this boy made her look about
as dumb as a drunken mule, he did. I tell you wut, after I saw that boy discuss
here and there with the mayor and get that man all flustered up, the same man
who stared Barrel Bellied Billy straight in the eye...well shucks, I done near
Beggin ya pardon ladies. Least I
caught myself, right?
Kevin took over the town darn
near the moment he hit twenty three. And no of us cared ta object ta it. He
just walked right in on the mayor at the time, some feebled fella with nerves
like a jack rabbit, walked right in and said, "Mayor, yer relieved."
Well if it wasn't the strangest
news ya ever heard. But that man got right up. And we, all the town, after
watching that boy grow up, knew we were in good hands. Shucks, he mighta been a
youngin, but there ain't never was a more prosperous time for our quaint little
slice of civilization.
The boy's biggest moment was yet ta
come though. Ya know we all have ta fight some battle sooner or later. After
something like two years more, though...heck if I know how ta count well enough...this
trio of brothers came a ridin' in like a pack of coyotes. Hollerin and yippin
and claiming the town was theirs for the takin.
Now, our Sheriff didn't like that
one bit, 'course. He came walkin out ta meet em. Poor fella never gotta say a
word though. The biggest, meanest lookin of em took one look at the sheriff's
badge and done shot him where he staod. That done got the whole town in a
frenzy of sorts. The quiet kind that screams submission.
Kevin wouldn't have that though.
He had been getting ready ta meet them himself. But the moment he heard that
single gunshot, he came racing out of the town hall, roaring like thunder.
He had ta stop though when he saw
the barrel of that polished Colt. He stopped, but his expression didn't change
"Now then," the Sheriff's killer
said. " We're the Thorpe Brothers. I'll bet you've heard of us."
We sure had. There wasn't a part
in the West that hadn't heard of them. They were about as bad as bad news could
"You," the older brother
continued. "Must be the man everyone calls the Politician. I heard ya can talk
yer way out of being mauled by a grizzly and if that don't work, you could
always shoot it dead in the eye before it even thinks of takin a swipe at ya."
Kevin, in this real...damit wut was
that word...eloquent! Kevin, replies all eloquent like.
"That would be me." He said it
with a nod and a stare like death itself. But ya see, these Thorpe brothers
were real acquainted with death.
Well the brothers got real happy
at the news. They hopped off their mangy lookin horses, never once removing
their guns from Kevin's direction.
"Well, Mister Po-li-ti-cian. We're
gonna have a little showdown. Three rounds." See, I was smart enough ta know he
was actually holdin up two fingers instead. "Three words," he repeated. "You'll
go up against the youngest, but heeellll if he ain't the fastest. Make it past
him, you'll go up against the other. You make it past him," his mouth opened in
this wide smile. Woulda been a toothy one too if he had any teeth left. "You do
that, and you gotta contend with me."
Kevin smiled just as wide, but
them pearly whites shone brighter than the sun. "No," he said. "All three at
once. Otherwise, it wouldn't be fair."
Now, shootin three cans in a
split second was one thing. But these cans could move and shoot back. I won't
lie. I figured our beloved mayor was done for. That desert sun finally done
fried his big ol' brain. The Thorpe brothers just laughed. "Alright," they
The three of them stood in a
line, and holstered their weapons. Each one of them watched with such a
menacing grin, I knew they were gonna riddle Kevin with holes. They done knew
The moments passed by like the
long hours of the afternoon with the four of them staring each other down, still
as statues. Then the youngest Thorpe brother twitched his hand.
Three shots rang out just as the
wind picked up. The dust made it darn near impossible to see. Hooo we but when
Our mayor stood tall, his pistol
still held high. But the brothers stood too, though they looked the size of
mice. On the dusty earth, in between the legs of each one of them was a single
bullet hole. They stared down in unison, the color washing away from their
faces as their wide eyes began ta comprehend what had done occurred. They
looked back up at Kevin, the Politician, frightful and tremblin.
"Get out of my town," Kevin said
with a tone about as deadly as his Walker. "Otherwise, the next three bullets
go in your heads."
Well, that was all the motivation
they needed. They keeled-hauled it out of town faster than it takes me to down
a single shot of whisky.
That was our Kevin, the Politician.
Never killed a soul if he didn't have to. And he didn't in the case of the
Thorpe brothers. By the time they reached the next town, word had gotten 'round
of how he whipped them real good. The moment they rode in, a posse was waitin'
to mock and drag em off to the noose.
Kevin was a powerful good fella.
He was the best mayor a town ever had and, I reckon, the best a town ever will
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