The whole salon was laughing at him. He had them on strings. He watched as he drunk himself to death. Suddenly his brother stopped making his audience laugh and went towards him. He tried to speak to him, yet the loud laughter was impossible to talk over. So, he ran to his brother and spoke in his ear, “Come on, Logan! Join us? Join us with laughter.”
Logan smelt the booze run out of his brother’s mouth as he struggled to stand. Logan replied, “Just enjoy yourself. I am.” He gave Logan a queer look. “Look. We’re above snakes so let me enjoy that.”
“Don’t get jealous because I’m a high ace.”
Logan smiled and said, “flannel mouth.”
“Okay big bug, I’ll catch up with you later.” His brother walked into a celebrating crowd, which put a smile on his face. Logan loved his brother for being so confident and it worked so well with their jobs. He felt the love that the crowd gave his brother, and it warmed his thick heart.
As he began to down his beer, the bartender unexpectedly said, “that man could make a widow laugh.”
Logan looked, smiled and said, “he sure could.”
“He’d probably rob her blind too.”
Suddenly, Logan got up from his comfy seat, putting his hands on the bartender’s collar and the whole salon went silent, the piano, the laughing and the echoing chatter all stopped at once. One man said to the bartender, “do you need any help.”
As the bartender was about to answer, Logan interrupted him, “no he doesn’t.” He gritted his teeth and punched him in his throat, causing him to choke with pain. He looked at his brother and everything began to go blurry.
Suddenly, Logan eyes could see a different and hazy scenery. Anger raised within as realization arose - he was dreaming. He pushed himself out of his sweaty tent, headed to his coffee pot and brewed a cup as quick as he could. His anger drained as the coffee ran a river down his throat. The steam flew up to his eyes and hovered above them as he closed his eyes and embraced the desirable heat.
He walked towards the exit of his camp while putting his blood-stained overcoat on. The sun’s heat slowed him down. The sweat began dripping and he started to regret wearing his overcoat. He struggled to continue and his desperation for a horse grew.
As he seen the horizon of the town, his tone of walk grew softer, and he could feel his vigour rejuvenating. Logan was walking on the train tracks, seeing the massive town which was impressing him. As the town looked back at him; he could feel the money he could make. He knew it.
The ground turned to dirt as he walked further through the town. Logan seen three men leaning on the wall that was a bar. The three men stopped his drinking desires. He did not like the look of them, and he knew trouble would ensue. Their bloody jackets, muddy faces and shiny weapons was enough for him to avoid it.
He carried his attention back in front of him. He saw, everywhere, shops that looked so easy to rob; he had not seen so many options. Logan had heard how amazing some towns were, he thought, but nothing was as good as he was seeing. He could have never prepared himself for this, and all he could see was cash, and that went on for miles.
Suddenly, in the corner of his eye, he seen one of the men come over. Logan knew what was coming; he had experienced it his whole live. The guy walked like a bull, but he had none of the power and only the attitude, he thought. As the man arrived, he spoke like a killer, but Logan didn’t blame him; he was in that live too. The bandit rudely spoke like Logan was his cattle. He started to walk while ignoring him, yet as soon as Logan did that, the bandit waved his mates to come over. They came rushing, looking like they hadn’t had a fight for ages, which worried Logan because he knew he had a tough fight on hand already.
The bandit, who was the first to come over, pushed logan on the chest. The push was timid, regaining Logan’s confidence, which you could see in his eyes. The second bandit, who had a muddy bandana on, was jogging towards Logan, readying a right fist that was aiming for his head. As Logan was preparing to dodge it, a Lawmen came in the middle of them, protecting him from the punch.
The arguing ensued as Logan was dying for a drink at the bar. He hadn’t not long got up; he was not ready for the likes of bandits.
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Suddenly, the lawmen moved him along while continuing to speak to the bandits. He thanked him and walked past the bandits, bumping into his shoulder with a mean look in his face. Logan began to head up the pavement, away from the bandits. He was gutted to have to walk past the saloon. The only thing he wanted when waking up in the morning was a drink, it’s all he wanted.
Logan seen a bank as he looked up from the dirt floor. He pushed his slick, black hair back and smiled. The doors to the entrance were guarded by two men. He thought they looked weak and incompetent as the men leaned against the wall, barely keeping their eyes open.
The door opened and a couple came walking out. They were laughing, holding hands and bragging about their success. Logan gave them a keen stare, hating every footstep they took. He knew they were rich, and he wanted that. But failure was there to greet him every time he tried. He thought it wasn’t meant to happen.
Logan, instantly, turned around and walked towards the horse stables. He needed a horse too bad. As he walked towards an old man, the wind pushed his hair backwards, and cooled his sweating face. The old man was taking care of a horse that was just being sold to someone with a dirty, blue shirt. Logan patiently waited. Though, he was cussing the heat that felt like it hadn’t stopped all summer. He was sweating like a bottom-feeder as the heat was turning him loco, he thought. His mouth was desperate to stop into the conversation.
Finally, Logan thought, the old man finished selling the horse. Logan watched the man in the blue shirt ride away and liked the look of the horse. He severely needed one.
Logan’s black and dusty boots clattered against the floor. He was now facing the old man with his eyes drooping from the heat. He was waiting for words, but the old man had not said anything, just an uncomfortable stare that showed a thousand lives.
He grew fed up with staring back, so he asked, “how much ya sellin’ ‘em horses for?”
The old man chuckled, “you’re new in town, ain’t ya?” Logan looked insulted, so the old man continued, “you’ve not got the ballast. Everyone can tell that ya a rawheel.”
Logan’s right fist clenched like a ball, and he was dying to use it.
“I wouldn’t do that, cowpoke. We know what ya doing here.” The old man stood tall, pointed behind him and raised his voice, “the law is watching ya. So… fuck off… will ya!” The old man was starting to smirk as Logan was taking a step back. Logan watched him in pure anger as he walked off.
Logan was walking with no aim until he saw a different soiled saloon. Better one, he thought.
He walked through the two small doors that flapped back and forth. Every sound stopped for his arrival, yet they went on with their day almost immediately. The noises came from every direction, and he was used to this, he thought. The sound of cups banging against the tables, while the folk was saying, “another!” The saloon comforted him, even in his depression. The drive to drink was too much for him to ignore as he walked to the bar.
Logan’s face was brightened as the bartender said, “looks like you need to wet your whistle?” He agreed and ordered a whiskey. The bartender went straight to work, but as he did, he asked Logan, “you aren’t from here, are ya?” As his confused face nodded to the question, the bartender got closer and turned his voice down, “leave this town the first chance you get. It’s not what you think. The law won’t protect you.”
Logan’s face was still confused, and he interjected, “What do you mean?
“Just be careful or leave.”
He was stumped by his words and wanted more answers but when he asked, the bartender ignored him, passed him his whiskey and went to the next person and said, “what can I get ya, cowpoke?
The packed saloon caused Logan not to press any further. He wondered what he meant. He asked himself, why wouldn’t the law protect him? They protected him a while back. He didn’t know what to think. Yet, he wasn’t too worried. He always had kept himself to himself and that had kept him alive. He wanted to be alone.
He poured his whiskey down his throat like it was his last drink on earth as he studied the broken-down saloon. Logan, who was still sweating to death, didn’t want to gain much attention, so he turned around and faced the bar with his arms comfortably resting.
His resting stopped as soon as his thoughts about money rebounded. He needed it. Needed it more than anything. Yet, he never seemed to find it and every passing day felt like he’d never get to his utopia. Even he was feeling like he couldn’t do it on his own. Yet, he could never go through that, too much lose and too much betrayal had darkened his soul.
Logan wanted to forget his…. “Oh! Sorry about that,” the stranger said as he bumped into him. He stared at his back with fire in his eyes as the stranger continued speaking to his friend, “I don’t need no more money! Only joking,” the stranger laughed. He hated the attitude of the stranger but didn’t react in anyway. He didn’t need problems. He needed money.
“I get it, but I do have a lot and I don’t care, no man will take it.”
He ignored his thoughts while listening to the stranger. Though, he knew what type of person the stranger was, so he decided to ignore his words and ordered a whiskey. Suddenly, as he ordered, the stranger confidently said, “I will get that whiskey for you, seems like you could do with the help.”
Logan’s face was flaming red and was ready unleash his deepened anger. “Do ya want to see my six-shooter?” His voice was cool in contrast to his feelings, but the stranger smiled and turned his back. The stranger continued to laugh like nothing had happened but he wasn’t going to let the stranger get away with it. He was tired of it. Tired of it all. Logan turned to his drink and shallowed it. He stood straight, walked towards him and turned the stranger around by the shoulder. The stranger’s face was confused and worried. Suddenly, Logan swung at the stranger’s nose.