Re: Chapter 10: Murder in The Flat
In reply to Sheriff Cruger (msg # 914):
"All right," Jake replied with a nod. He still thought it a little odd that JEB's statement about what had happened out at the camp last night wasn't sufficient for Sheriff Cruger, but he thought it best not to question Cruger's judgment on the point.
"I was asleep when things started to go south. I got waked up by some gunshots, an' first thing I saw was a feller standin' 'bout ten feet away from me. I heard Cole Trayne, who was on watch, yellin' somethin' 'bout Kirbee bein' bad, an' for us to put him down -- an' that there was someone else out amongst the horses."
"Turns out that the man standin' near me was Kirbee, an' he was pointin' his pistol over at Cole. I saw some gunsmoke swirlin' 'round him, so I figured he'd already fired at least once."
"JEB -- Sheriff Beauregard -- bless his heart, fired at Kirbee whilst I was scrabblin' for my Spencer. Otherwise, Kirbee might've got me, seein' as how he was standin' so close by. Since Kirbee was so close I couldn't hardly miss, so I put a round in his midsection an' got up on my feet."
"Like I said, I'm sure I hit Kirbee -- an' Sheriff Beauregard an' Cole Trayne was firin' at him, too, an' might've also hit him. I'd say that Kirbee was dead afore he hit the ground -- an' if not, very damned soon afterwards."
"Soon as I saw that Kirbee was down an' outta the fight, I turned an' seen somebody spurrin' my horse -- Ghost -- away at a gallop. Travis Sunday an' the Perfesser -- a greenhorn from back east -- was firin' at the rider, an' I snapped off a shot soon as I had a chance. Truth be told, I ain't certain-sure whether I hit Weasel or Ghost -- the light was poor an' the rider was low in the saddle, presentin' a right smallish target. I followed a short way on foot, but wasn't willin' to risk no more shots in such chancy circumstances."
"I returned to the camp an' kept the Perfesser comp'ny whilst he tended to Jack -- that's Cole's dog, who got hisself shot by Vickers. Cole mounted up fast as blazes an' took off after Vickers, lickety-split, an' Travis an' Sheriff Beauregard mounted up an' followed soon afterwards."
"After a while, I heard a single rifle report from somwheres off to the east -- a goodly ways off, from the sound of it."
"A right longish time afterwards, I caught sight of everybody comin' back into camp, walkin' the horses. Seems like my pards had managed to catch up with Ghost an' Vickers afore he was able to get clean away. Ghost was 'bout played out from the chase an' had a bullet crease, but I reckon he'll recover, given good care an' rest. Vickers rode him nearabouts into the ground, but leastways he didn't cripple him nor kill him. 'Twas a right good thing the Perfesser was thaere last night to tend to him."
"Like I already said, I'd've given Vickers what he deserved then an' thaere, but that ain't the way it played out."
Jake fell silent after his recitation and thought for a moment, then added, "Reckon that's 'bout it, Sheriff, 'less you got some questions."