Re: Chapter 11.4: A Bullet From Rum Tum Tugger
"You ain't been listening too good." Rum says. "I'm expendable, Kitten. I'm just a gun. But y'all'll be mighty disappointed if you think that just because I'm going down, all of us will. I'm a dead man no matter what you do. But McCavity? Jenny? You won't be able to touch 'em. Not even if they shot up a school house and you could summon the ghosts of the little children to testify against them. They have friends in high place...friends who are friends with judges, senators, and the other very, very wealthy. The State of Texas may not forgive me, but it will bend over backwards and suck McCavity's dick. Just you watch. You might as well shoot them now and save yourself the heartache, Kitten."
The dapper gentleman enters the room.
"Why, Bustopher Jones, as I live and breathe!" Rum grins. "What are you doing here?"
"Ah!" The man says with a faint smile. "Mr. Tugger! Good to see you again, though I see you've found yourself in...less than ideal circumstances. As for why I'm here, well, I'm a business man. I travel where the customers are. But you? Were you satisfied with your purchases?"
"Oh, I loved that gun. Prettiest little iron I ever did own. That dynamite you sold me didn't do to well, though."
"Five years of storage will do that to any nitroglycerin-based explosive. I do recall mentioning the shelf-life to you when you purchased it."
"Couldn't be helped. I spent a few years in jail before I could get to it, and by the time I did, well, this bank was closed down anyhow. I only found a use for it just now."
"Pity. But since you tried to blow me and Miss Hawkins here sky high just now with that same explosive, I beleive I have indirectly benefited from your misfortune, so I can't say I'm too broken up about it."
Rum frowns. "Well, fuck you too, Jones."
The stranger turns to Wildcat. "So. Two villains left? That is worrying. Though I may have something in my inventory to assist you with that."