Coalition of the Damned - 03 (33 page)

“I should have buried you
under
the jail, Simon.  You ain’t worth half the money your pa spent bailing your sorry butt out.” James spat.

“Well now, Sheriff,” Simon pulled his duster back to reveal the six shooter strapped to his hip, “you weren’t tal
king like that when Pa lined your pockets, were you?”

James shook his head.  “Your pa never lined my pockets, boy, and you know that.” he stated matter-of-factly.  “You can claim whatever you like, but you, me and the Lord knows the truth.” 

Simon smiled at him but it never reached his eyes.  The nervous tic of his jaw didn’t bode well.  James knew there was about to be trouble.  His eyes darted to the sides of the street and saw shopkeepers shutting their doors and pulling their shades. 
Good.  Wouldn’t want anybody else being hurt should these snakes get the better of me.

“You sure you want to do this, Simon?” James asked.  “You’re gonna be the first one I drop.” He pulled his own duster back and pinned it behind him on both sides, cracking the knuckles of each hand and flexing his neck to loosen up.

“You won’t shoot me you dumb bastard.  My Pa would reroute that railroad so fast…this town would dry up quicker than spit on a griddle!” he laughed.  “I’m indispensable.”

James shook his head at the stupidity of the young man.  He tried to watch all of the gang at once and was prepared to drop any of them that so much as twitched wrong.  Simon continued to stare at him and then laughed.  “You’re too much fun, She
riff!” he guffawed.  “But you ain’t got no sense of humor.” he suddenly sobered.

James caught a movement fluttering in front of his eyes just as a rope settled around him, tightening around his middle, pul
ling his arms tight to his body.  The pull of the rope jerked him off balance, pulling him to the packed earthen road and sending a jarring pain up his spine.  Tolbert’s head cracked against the hardpan red earth as Simon and his men laughed hard, slapping their thighs.  He rolled to his side, fighting the pull of the lasso and trying to get his feet back under him.  In his haste to stand down the men, he forgot to account for the two men who brought in the buckboard wagon.  He swore to himself for being absent minded.  Mistakes like that end up costing you more than a headache…

“No!” Mary screamed as she ran out from the alleyway.  “Leave him be!”

“Boys, we got us a spirited little filly!” one of the men yelled as he scooped Mary up by the waist and held her back from James.  She kicked and clawed at him but he manhandled her and lifted her from her feet only to toss her to the ground and put a foot on the small of her back to hold her in place.  “You be real nice and maybe I won’t hurt you too bad.” he breathed in her ear with whiskey breath.

“Let her go.” James growled as he fought against the rope.

“Or what, Lawman?” Simon asked with an evil grin.  “Seems to me we’re the law around here now.”

“You ain’t fit to be scraped off the bottom of her shoe!” James spat.  The more he fought against the rope, the tighter it pulled around him.  The two men holding it tugged him bac
kward toward Simon, his henchmen never allowing James' feet to gain purchase under him. 

“Let’s have some fun with him, boss!” one of the smaller ones yelled.

“I intend to Billy.” Simon shouted above the yips and hollers.  “We’re gonna teach this lawman how to let his hair down and let a little joy to flow into his miserable life.”

“Maybe we can teach his purdy little girlfriend how to have fun too.” the foul breathed one said as he began to drag her across the dirt street by her feet.  Mary clawed at the ground, breaking her nails as her fingers tried to find purchase in the packed earthen road.

“I’m going to
kill
you, you son of a…”

“Is that any way to talk in front of your beloved?” Simon mocked as he kicked James across the chin, sending him spraw
ling across the ground.  “I’m starting to think we need to teach you some manners.”

Tolbert wormed one hand up and gripped his Colt, working it out of the holster.  He aimed from the hip and managed to fire off two rounds before the men pulling him realized where the shots originated from.  He dropped Simon and the man standing next to him just as the two men jerked the rope causing the pistol to wobble and his third shot went wild.  As they dragged him across the rough ground, the pistol was dragged from his hands and he found himself tied to the rear of the buckboard and being pulled out of town. 

The last conscious thought he had was of Mary and what horrible things these madmen might do to her...

*****

James came to and discovered his hands tied behind his back, his feet bound and a noose around his neck.  His head ached like he had tied on a three day drunk and his mouth felt like he had eaten a shovel full of Texas hardpan. He moaned as he tried to shift his body in the back of the buckboard, but that only brought attention to himself. “Hey!  The sheep fucker’s awake.” a rough voice said and he felt a swift kick to his lower back that curled him away from the pain.  The movement pulled the noose around his neck taunt and choked him, but the pain in his lower back compelled him to move further away.

He heard a voice that sent a cold chill up his spine, “You’re gonna pay for what you did, Tolbert.”

James stiffened as Jericho Miller jerked the noose around to pull him eye to eye with the bitter old man.  It was only then that he tasted the blood in his mouth and could tell that his nose had been bleeding as well.  He could only assume that Miller’s men had beaten him while he was unconscious then trussed him up for the old man to torture more.  James forcibly sucked in breath to respond but found he had to fight the rope as it had tightened further from Mi
ller pulling him around to face him.  “Your boy started this mess.  He come to town looking for trouble...”

“And he found you, didn’t he?” Miller spat, pulling the rope tighter.  “He come to town to get supplies and you jumped him unprovoked.  My boys done told me how you drew on him and he never slapped leather.” He growled through clenched teeth.  Jericho grabbed a handful of Tolbert’s hair and twisted his head around so that he could see across the other side of the wagon.  “So I told my boys they could have a little fun with what’s your’n.”

Tolbert’s eyes had trouble focusing in the bright afternoon sunlight, but they saw a lump piled beside a tarp or clothes or…something lying on the ground.  It took a moment for his mind to register Mary’s prone body, stripped nude and splayed in the midday sun; rope marks across her wrists and ankles, scrapes and bruises across her body.  He stared for a moment, his heart refusing to beat while he waited.  His eyes stared at her chest, waiting to see if she dared to breathe.  He willed her to move, to make a sound, to show
some
sign of life.  He felt his own will to live seep from him, ooze from the very pores of his skin until finally she stirred slightly, her arm moved ever so slightly and her head turned to the side.  His breath caught in his throat and a torrent of tears came forth, a broken scream tearing from his chapped and cracked lips.

“Oh, you think you’re hurtin’?” Jericho yelled at him.  “You ain’t know’d pain yet, you son of a whore!” He jerked at the rope again and pulled James to the end of the wagon.  “Stand him up!” he ordered.

Two of his men crawled into the back of the wagon and moved to either side of him as they stood him on his feet.  James couldn’t take his eyes off of Mary’s body lying in the dirt.  Once he was raised up higher, he noticed the smears of blood between her legs and he knew exactly what the men had done and his heart broke again, all the way down to his very soul.  His strength left him as he realized that it was his fault his beloved endured such horrors.  Had he simply walked away instead of allowing himself to be goaded by them, perhaps she could have been spared such horrors.  He hung his head as his middle folded on him.

“Hang the bastard!” Jericho ordered.

James had no fight left in him as he heard the rope being tossed over the branch.  He felt a pair of hands hold him up as the other man tied the end of the rope off to the wagon then he felt the wagon move as both men jumped down.

“I’ll see you in Hell, Tolbert!” Jericho yelled as he slapped the wagon.  He yelled again and one of his men slapped the horse on the ass forcing it to move forward, slowly pulling him in the air and choking off his air.

Tolbert couldn’t take his eyes off of Mary’s prone body as she lay bleeding in the midday sun and he prayed that God would allow him to come back and strangle each of the bastards that dared to defile his Texas Rose.  It only took a moment before the lack of oxygen caused him to begin to struggle and twist against the rope, his body jerking in a dance of death. 

“He’s looking like a piñata boss.” Jake Culley laughed.

Jericho watched the lawman struggle against the rope, venom in his eyes, wishing he could make him suffer far worse than simply choking to death.

“We shoulda nutted him, too, huh, boss!” Culley yelled.

“We could gut him real quick while he can still feel it!” another of the men offered.

A lone shot rang out, piercing Tolbert through the heart and ending his struggles.  The men’s whooping and hollering all died and they looked around for the source of the shot.

Jericho stood, his .30 caliber rifle still smoking at his shoulder as he glared down the barrel.  “Better than the son of a bitch deserved.” he muttered.

“But…boss, he kilt your boy.” one of the hands said.

“I know what he did.” Jericho said.  “Drop the bastard and let’s get back to the ranch before anybody sees us with him.”

“But the whole damn town seen us draggin' him out of there.” Culley offered.  “Sure as shit one of them will tell the Marshall.”

Jericho looked each of his men in the eye.  “Nobody in that pissant town will say anything, you understand me?  If they do, they know what’s in store for them.”

*****

The next morning word arrived at the Ranger’s office and Bill McDonald, James Tolbert’s cousin and fellow lawman took to his horse and rode like the devil himself was on his heels.  By the time he arrived at Quitman, James’ body had been prepared and was ready for burial.

Bill burst into the doctor’s office.  Doc Brown wore many hats in Quitman.  He was the barber, dentist, physician and mortician, but this task was one he prepared with a heavy heart.  “Where is he?”

Doc Brown jumped at the noise and grabbed at his chest.  “Sweet Lord, Bill you scared ten years off of me.”

“Where is he?” he barked, his face caked with dirt and dust.

“I’ve got his body back here, ready for burial...”

“Not James, you idiot!” Bill exclaimed.  “The son of a bitch that shot him.”

Doc blanched and averted his eyes.  “I don’t know who shot him.” His voice soft and quiet.

“What?” Bill advanced on the older man and got too close for comfort.  “You mean to tell me that in a town this small, my kin can be shot down like a cur and nobody knows who did it?”

Doc looked away and didn’t answer.

Bill nodded and clenched his jaw tight.  “Fine. I’ll find the bastard myself.  Where’s Mary?  She’ll tell me!”

Doc slowly shook his head.  “She didn’t make it, Bill.”

Bill staggered back as if he’d been punched in the stomach.  “What did you say?” his voice wavering.

“They got her too.” he whispered.

Bill reached out and grabbed at the table to steady himself.  “How did she die?”

“Bill...”

“How!” he yelled, rattling the windows of the small office.

Doc pulled his chair out and sat down hard, holding his head in his hands.  Bill reached out and pulled him back to stare at him, noticing the tears streaming down the sides of his face.  Bill sat down next to him and grabbed his hand.  “Tell me Doc.  I need to know.”

Doc finally met his gaze and sighed heavily.  “She was raped, Bill.”

McDonald shuddered and turned away.  “Then what?”

Doc stared at him.  “To death, Bill.  They literally raped her and tortured her to death...” he choked out.

Bill stood up so violently that the chair flew out from under him.  “Who did it, Doc?”

Doc shook his head.  “I honestly don’t know.” he whispered.

“Who does?”

Doc shook his head.  “I don’t know that anybody here does.”

Bill shook with anger as he kicked the chair against the wall.  “Where was they found?”

“Twixt here and the Miller place.” he pointed east.

“Where? Exactly where?”

“By the crick.  The big oak tree.  They’s both found under it.”

“Who found ‘em?”

Doc turned his head again and couldn’t meet his eye.  “Jenny.  Jenny Buford.  The Saloon keep’s daughter.  She was sneaking off to meet a boy...”

Bill started to leave then paused at the door.  He turned back to Doc Brown.  “Only the best for them Doc.  The best wra
ppings, the best box.  Don’t you skimp on nothin’.”

Doc turned a hurtful look to him.  “I wouldn’t dream of...”