The bounty on Anna May Montgomery’s head had been so small, the Sheriff’s office had argued it wasn’t worth the cost of printing. Still, having worked his charms, Samuel had convinced them to do so, with the agreement that he himself would pursue her, and so they would only need produce one legitimising copy.
It wasn’t like Samuel to chase after small bounties or woman outlaws for that matter, but in truth this wasn’t about Anna May, it was about the man she had fallen into cahoots with, one Curly Bill Brooks. Now, the bounty that was his head was definitely something worth chasing and while the Federal Government had determined to keep the writ for their own Marshalls, Samuel had it on good authority they had to pay anyone that brought him in, dead or alive.
Sam had been riding for a two days, chasing a good tip, one that had led him to a small saloon situated on the outskirts of an equally small town. Tying up his horse, Diego, he’d ventured inside and ordered himself a whiskey. After chatting to the bartender and slipping him some extra coin, he’d produced the bounty poster, asking the man if he knew anything about the whereabouts of Miss Montgomery.
“No, I ain’t seen her round here.” The old timer confirmed, studying the image of the young woman, with a keen eye.
“But I’ll tell you one thing, man over there showed me this shame picture only an hour or so ago, but she weren’t named no Anna May.”
Samuel follows the old man’s finger to see it is now pointing straight across the room, all the way towards........Quint Yuill. God Damn it.
He knows Quint is in the same business; a bounty hunter like himself, but that doesn’t explain how he’s got the details of this particular girl, or why the old man has said Samuel might have the wrong name. He and Quint aren’t friends, but they ain’t enemies either and so, deciding he has little choice, Samuel throws back the rest of his whiskey and ventures over to take a seat beside Quint’s table.
“Old feller over there tells me we might be looking for the same gal.”
