Logan took his dusty bandana off. The dust scraped against his rough bearded chin, then he removed his big, brown boots and rested his broken feet. Heaven was lifting upon him as he straightened his toes out. Yet, a weird feeling appeared. One that made him wonder. He had never been able to celebrate with someone else, ever.
Although, he was angry at Annabelle, the drive to tell her was just not there. And Jim had told her enough, logan thought. Though, Logan wondered why she had shot the hostage and sacrificed their plan. He knew that the hostage had revealed something but he thought it was better to wait until she wanted to give them answers.
He couldn’t believe they had done it and all made it as a team. His chest began to feel warm; though, he tried everything to ignore it but he couldn’t, his fist hit the air.
The siblings were counting their take on the table as Annebelle said, “glad to be home.” Logan watched the sibling’s embrace each other as the warmth in his heart increased. A tear dropped onto his cheek. He quietly spoke to himself with sadness in his voice, “brother.”
He shook the emotions off like sand on a boot and walked to the table, setting his sack on top of it. The beauty shinned into his eyes. He looked up to see smiling faces which felt unfamiliar to him. They were all looking at each other, embracing the feat they had pulled off. As Logan continued to stare into her ocean-like eyes, the feeling of belonging presented itself to him, yet he could not grab it, even as it shined upon him. Though, a part of him needed to belong, even if it meant death and despair.
He was interrupted as Jim spoke, “I cannot believe this!”
Annabelle quickly interjected, “you better believe it because there’s more out there.” They both, once again, smiled at each other, leaving Logan out of the circle. He felt their love as jealousy ran through his body.
She was picking out the expensive watches, jewellery and bonds, while leaving the cash on the table. His eyes caught hers and she instantly blurted out words, “so… what’s your plans after this?” Logan was caught off guard as he waited to answer. “Well… who will you go see, someone special?”
He laughed to himself as he began to speak, “I not sure what I’ll do.”
She quickly replied like an excited child, “Do you have anywhere to go?”
They both laughed as he said, “are you trying to get rid of me?” He continued to answer question, “I… I’m not sure. I have nowhere to go. Nowhere that’ll have me anyway,” he looked deeply into her eyes, “well… I don’t blame them; I have caused a lot of hell for folk. But it’s a big country… I’ll find somewhere to go, I always do.” He stopped speaking and carried on counting the cash as Annabelle watched him carefully.
“Why don’t you stay with us?” Logan stood back from the table; he expected she was kicking him out but his heart started to glow. Yet Jim stood up with rage on his face. She walked closer towards him and continued to speak. “We could do with your help, do you hear me, Jim?” He walked off as her eyes glared at him and then turned back on Logan, “You would stay in this room, it would be unfair to take Jim’s room.” She put her hand out, “what do you think?”
Logan, without a second thought, excitedly said, “that would suit me perfect.” They both shook hands.
The morning sun shined upon him as a feeling of peace hit him. He was living reality in his dreams as sweat, finally, didn’t riddle his bed. He felt an innocence wash over him.
He was greeted by Annabelle as she went to make food. He felt the room brighten by her presence. He had no idea on what to do with the feeling. He was stumped. Yet his words came out instinctively, “Howdy, fancy going into the town with me?” He bit his lip as his face lit up like a tomato; he hated how his words were portrayed.
Her eyes opened, as did her mouth, yet it made his heart thud rampantly. He was longing for her to speak but as she began, his heart increased and he was worried what she’d say. “It wouldn’t be the safest thing to do but if ya willing, why not?” He smiled as she walked away and said while eating her food, “I’ll go get changed, cowpoke.”
The dust was swimming on ground, voices was heard in clutters and the wind was blowing in harmony. They were walking in harmony with each other. He didn’t want to admit it but everything felt right to him, yet he thought that the money had something to do with it.
As they continued to walk, he began to feel naked; every eye was on him and he felt it. The dread was forever creeping in. Every inch he walked, the further the dread spread. Every face was Clay, a slithering snake that hid in the grass and Logan could not hide his back. He quickly grabbed Annabelle as his face shown his belly. The wind barely hid his nervous voice, “shouldn’t we go back; it’s not safe out here and to be honest, I feel like the town is out to get me.”
“It was your idea,” her voice began to bring out the courage in him, “come on… no one knows your face.”
“I don’t…”
Before he could finish, she grabbed his arm, pulled it towards her as she jogged towards a storefront. He was forced to follow her in frustration. She excitedly said, “hurry, I’ve got something to show you.” Her grip held tighter as she spoke softly, “You’ll like this.”
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The storefront read, “Guns and Tonics,” which Logan smiled as it hit his eyes. The doors opened faster than a rock sinking into water. He seen guns on the wall, guns on the counters, guns everywhere. He smiled at Annabelle. Yet his excitement forced his eyes back to the guns. The polished, silver pistol section was one that allured him the most, he had to have one, had to steal one. Yet as he geared a plan together, the fact of having cash confused him. He could buy one, buy a few, he thought.
Could he indulge into the greed that had cursed him before time had existed? Yet when his eyes moved past the alluring pistol section, he was hooked by the taunting rifles, ones that could take an elephant out. He couldn’t stop looking at them as they glittered in his eyes.
He felt relieved by not having to steal. He had to do that his whole life but now that he had his biggest take; everything was his. A boulder was lifted.
He thought about a time where trouble was round every corner. The trouble that left his soul, dreams and life in ruins. Everything he had loved, respected or cared for had died, or left. Why? He asked himself, again and again.
Suddenly, Annabelle interrupted Logan by tapping him on the shoulder, “what are you going to buy then?” His mind came out of his dark place that sometimes felt inescapable and kept him running from his darkened past.
He seen her concerned face and awaited her question, yet it never came. She pointed to the rifles, “you could do with one of these. Power. Pure power.” She grinned as he began to seek one out. One that could kill that man, he thought. Yet could he afford the luxuries, such as revenge. But he needed it. Needed to kill him. “Clay,” he said quietly but savagely.
One caught his eye, one that shined, one that could kill an army from afar. He needed it. He felt it in his gut.
He walked towards the store owner and just before he can get a word out, the grey-haired man sternly said, “ya rob, ya die.” Discipline gleamed from him as the man showed off his pistol by unbuttoning his holster. The air around him stunk of oil and it travelled down Logan’s throat as he stared back at the lean but muscular man.
Annabelle quickly stepped in front of Logan and said, “he’s with me. You’re looking healthy.”
“Yeah, the tonics are really working well and the exercising too. And who’s this bandit? You can’t be bringing these wannabe cowpokes around here.” His stern face told a story.
“ya what?” Logan said as Annabelle glared at him.
Her head turned back to the store owner and she jokingly said, “Ignore this hot head, but he means well, he’s actually quite helpful. And you know I don’t fuck with that gang, Clive.” Logan knew his name now and could tell Annabelle was his friend, so he decided to shut his trap.
“Well… as long as he’s your friend,” Clive said while he began to play with shells that was on the counter. Logan glared as the man’s fingers tickled the bullets. “You looking to buy any gun’s because ya know I don’t follow your plans anymore. And the trouble going on right now… I don’t want to know anything or be involved in anything. Ya hear me?”
She smiled as calm as the blue summer sky and innocently said, “we are just looking to buy something… don’t worry; I’m a good girl.” He laughed and Logan understood why as he began to join in. She playfully slapped his arm and continued to say, “How is ya cousins?”
He stopped laughing and said, “Yeah… well, they had some trouble with the sheriff but I sorted it like always.” He stopped playing with the bullets and spoke, once again, sternly, “ya buying anything then?”
“Rude,” she said as her head turned back to Logan to gesture for him to pick something.
He pointed to the rifle with a scope and said, “that’ll do, I reckon.”
Logan’s shadow was hovering on the dusty, sandy floor. The rifle on his shoulder beckoned to his enemies as his blood-stained overcoat intimidated people that bypassed him. He loved the attention that certain eyes were giving him. He felt tough and admired.
She was just behind him as her gesture stopped him in his tracks. “Look at that… a barber.” His top lip lifted as he showed his disgust. She proclaimed he’d like it, yet he turned and walked in the opposite direction. She sighed and asked him, “Well… you choose then!”
“I will… the saloon will do.” She continued to sigh.
Her face soon changed as her butt hit the chair and asked the bartender for a drink. She smiled as her pink lips hit the glass. He appreciated it when her drink flew into her mouth. What a woman, he thought.
“So… ya gonna really kill Clay?” She sat straight, waiting for an answer, yet he had not a clue on what to say. Nada, he thought. But could he really risk his recent riches for revenge? He thought his life had more worth, the money he had attained gave him fears and doubts, and they were growing.
He tried to stop his tireless thoughts as he asked, “Why isn’t Jim here?”
She smiled, “change the subject… I see,” they both smiled at each other and she continued to say, “he’s with the gang. Making sure he seems loyal.” Her lips turned upside down and she no longer looked playful. She said, “I do hope he’s okay.”
“I’m sure ya got nothing to worry about.” They, once again, smiled at each other and downed their drinks at the same time.
Their glass slammed on the bar as Annabelle shouted for more. He gave her the side eye and began to prepare for the worse. “Why did you kill that hostage? You almost got us all killed.”
She put her head to floor and said, “you can look after yourself, cowpoke.” He sighed and she quickly lifted her head and softly spoke, “Look… I needed information… information about the bank and to get that, I told the hostage something but what I said… forced me to… kill him. I’m sorry but I want to… need to rob that bank. I cannot let them have that.”
He quickly interjected, “don’t worry… I get it,” he took a sip of his golden whiskey and continued to speak, “so, you really want to take this heist from them?” One of his eyebrows lifted to the ceiling.
“I need it… need to stop them from getting it.”
“Then… we will do it.” They both smiled at each other and then downed the rest of their drink.
Suddenly, a voice next to them said, “Yeah that poker game?” Logan could tell she was trying to listen in that direction. “Yeah, I heard The Hunter is in town,” the voice continued to say.
As the voice faded out, Annabelle instantly got up from her chair and began to leave the saloon. Why is she in a rush, Logan thought.
The bright light rushed his eyes as he just about seen her leaning against a wall, so he entered the alleyway and inhaled in the cold air. “What’s wrong? Come on, don’t look away from me. I can help you?” He felt desperate as he waited for her answer.
Suddenly, she started to cry as she stopped leaning on the wall and was about to walk off, yet Logan grabbed her arm. She willingly stopped and turned to face him. He pulled her in closer. Her smell could save his day as he began to hug her. He could feel her heart slow down on his chest. Her head continued to rest on his shoulders as she softly spoke, “It’s… just I know what is coming.”