Re: Chapter 11.1 Confessions of a Dirty Scoundrel
Although not one to serve as the entertainer, even Wildcat knows when to put on a show. Without another thought she discards her bullet riddled brown duster, dumping its curious contents onto the bar for expediency. The sight of the knuckle duster and sharpened table leg likely elicit some odd reactions.
Not that Wildcat knows of such things, but she wears the new gray duster like a royal cape, and fastens the silver badge on the lapel smartly. Taking a moment to remove her hat and quickly straighten her hair, she reassembles herself and walks into the midst of the saloon crowd.
"Now hear this, all ya'll present bein' charged with right properly informin' those in absentee-ya, arb-scent-ya... folks who ain't here."
Wildcat holds up the paper. "I have here in mah hands, as a matter of public record, that there are a redskin wanted by th' state of Texas, an' this does state an Injun called Chargin' Bear that done murdered hisself an army scout, and committed a vicious attack on Ranger MacAnally.
"However, th' official record specifies th' accused is an Apache, wit' a bunch of scars on his ugly mug an' meat hooks, missing a tooth in th' lower jaw. Now, I know all them redskins do look kinda alike, but I reckon if you put the boot on the other foot, the white men probably don't look too distinct from each other neither. If'n ya don't believe me, there's even an official po-lice skitch of th' feller right here an' it just ain't th' same Injun. What we have here is a case of mistaken identity, and th' evidence makes it clear. This document will be remanded to the custody of Marshal Evans and available for inspection to th' public on whatever terms he deems to show it.
"There ain't enough evidence here for any court in th' Confederacy to hear a case against the man if he were white, and the fact he happens to be red don't matter one wit. If'n I showed up in front of Roy Bean hisself with a case like this, on his drunkest day he'd laugh his ass off at me. If'n the law wanted me, an you done showed up wit' a brunette that ain't got no burn on her arm who also happened to be a white woman named Kat, you'd be plumb out of luck. Deputy Bear will be released, same as enny of you would be if'n ya'll was in the same boat."
Wildcat looks down at her would be assassins. "We'll use th' Blackthorn jail for some bona fide crim'nals."
Wildcat takes no questions, aware that the proclamation will not be popular, and signals the Pony Express rider should follow her, waving a little scrip at him.
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