@marstonsxboy
That guy looked like trouble somehow. Like he shouldn’t be trouble, but definitely was.
And there was a bounty on his head. Some nice sum. By some angry looking old fella and a widow that was in hysterics. First that had looked like the typical outlaw gunning down some lawman for past ‘inconveniences’, but the more Wheaty watched this guy, the less he was sure about it.
That Phillip Ross had somehow had a weird vibe about him anyway.
And now seeing this one working away on this ranch in the middle of fuck nowhere behind Blackwater…
Letting his horse stop at the gate of the ranch, Wheaty waited till the man had focused on him fully and started walking towards him. No doubt he had seen him coming anyway, but the stopping raised flags, of course.
He could take both of them. At least try it. Or come back later with a few other Whitetails to claim the bounty. But this didn’t feel right.
Wheaty didn’t grab any gun or rifle, he just pulled out a piece of paper, holding it outwards for the man to read.
“There was a man in Valentine this morning. He is paying a nice sum for your head. Betcha wanted to know that. His name’s Phillip Ross. Apparently you made his brother find a place below earth far too soon. Reason why I’m telling you this? Because he looked like an ass and acted like I was dirt on his boot and I’m feeling especially petty an’ generous today. Five dollars and I’ll give you the names of those who signed up for the bounty hunt.”













