Capítulo 3: Chapter 2.
1 Hour earlier.
Before heading over to reward Flint with his bounty, the Sheriff sat in his office and called the mayor over to talk about Flint and what had happened at the bar just a couple of minutes prior.
The Mayor was an old man now, not at all what he used to be. He used to be respected by the civilian's and feared by the criminal's. Now he was pitied by both civilian"s and criminal's.
It's not hard to manipulate an old man. Their mind doesn't work as sharply as it did when they were young.
The Sheriff's office was on the second floor of a 2 story building.
The Mayor struggled to get up the stairs, grunting and panting at every step.
The Sheriff heard the Mayor struggling, yet all he did was wait for him at his table.
The Mayor finally arrived at the Sheriff's door and reached for the handle to open, when he stopped himself and decided to knock on the door.
"Comin'!" Shouted the Sheriff. Not in a mean way, just in way that signified he was in the middle of doing something and he dropped what he was doing to go and open the door. Even though he wasn't doing anything.
The Sheriff opened the door to the old Mayor, old and decrepit, white thinning hair and loose skin, like the bark of a tree. Short and hunched over, skinny arms and a fat belly. The Sheriff let out a deceitful sigh "Ah come on Bill, why didn't you tell me to come help you?" While grabbing the Mayor's arm and helping him walk to his desk.
He pulled the chair out for the Mayor and helped him sit down, he then went to sit down himself. The Mayor's back facing the door and the Sheriff facing the Mayor.
"Tell ya what Bill, you are one tough old man haha."
The Mayor laughed to himself for a bit before he started coughing.
"Woah easy there Bill, don't burst a lung." Said the Sheriff jokingly.
"So, how've you been Bill?" Said the Sheriff while sitting down and lighting a cigar.
"Ahh you know. Not bad." Said the mayor while trying not to cough from the smoke
The Sheriff seeing the old mayor struggling to breathe properly due to the smoke, put out his cigar and apologized to the mayor.
"My bad Bill. If there's one that I'm gonna hate bout' bein' old it's the lack of cigar's Haha, am I right?"
The Mayor chuckling in a strained voice, "Haha, you're right bout' that one."
"How old are ya Bill? I mean you been mayor for like 50 years by now."
The Mayor stumbling on his words said "43."
"What?"
"43, that's when I became Mayor."
"Haha, fuckin' hell Bill."
The Mayor laughed aswell. "... Yeah. Ya know, if you told me that'd I'd live to 90 and had to have my shit wiped by some other person, I'd load my revolver and shoot myself right then and there, haha."
The Sheriff let out a sinister smirk.
The Mayor kept chuckling to himself while looking at the ceiling.
"You know... I could take over for ya if you want Bill."
"Ya think you can handle it? I mean... There's alot less drinking, smoking and alot less women you know haha."
"Ahhh I'm just messing with ya Bill. I'm perfectly fine as is. Besides, keeping this town safe has always been my dream."
While he wasn't exactly lying, he wasn't telling the truth either.
"Anyways Bill, the reason I called ya over has to do with a little thing that happened a little earlier. I'm sure you've heard about it already."
"No I haven't?" The Mayor replied in a puzzled tone.
"You haven't?" Faking to be surprised.
"No. I haven't heard anything, is it important?"
"Ah sorta. It's this bounty hunter, Joe Flint. He killed a bounty hunter and a wanted criminal in a bar earlier today. The Widow Maker actually. The bartender told me that he wants his reward by tonight."
"Well that's perfectly reasonable, I'm assuming that Widow Maker was wanted dead or alive no? If yes then he deserves his prize."
"Right, but Bill... He did alot of damage to the owners bar. And he did that with a very powerful weapon. I mean think about how dangerous the Widow Maker was and how many men he killed, just with normal weapons. Someone like Flint carrying around a weapon like that... He's alot more dangerous than the Widow Maker."
"Oh... You're right I guess. What do you want to do to him? Lock him up? I don't think we can. Not without any proof that he's committed crimes atleast."
"Yeah well I mean, he did kill that bounty hunter I mentioned. Bartender told me that the bounty hunter took out his gun to shoot the Widow Maker, before his head was blown off by Flint's gun... Killing an innocent man surely counts as a crime."
"Haha, you're the Sheriff shouldn't you already know about this? Why are you asking me about it!?" The Mayor laughed to himself
"Haha, you're right Bill. I'm just testing you... Anyway, I wasn't planning on throwing him in a cell."
"No? Then what?"
"Bill. I think we should kill him. I mean think about it, we kill him and take the weapon. I can't help but think it'll save alot of lives. Flint's a dangerous man with a dangerous weapon and he's unpredictable. No?"
"Hmm... You're right I guess. How do you plan on killing him? And why'd you call me over anyway?"
"I'm gonna pay the rest of the men in the bar that Flint was in to kill him. 13 gold coins each. 40 men in total."
"Oh... Ok, when do you plan on doing it?"
"Tonight. First I'll head over to where he's staying and pay him his bounty for the Widow Maker. I'll leave and shortly after the men I paid will surround him on all sides and kill him."
"Hmm... You think it'll work?"
"Yeah. Just wanted to let you know ahead of time Bill. I'd rather not keep secrets from you. Ultimately this is for the better."
"Ah, well thanks for telling me. There's not many things worth man than a loyal man."
"No problem Bill. You know you can always trust me. Im not happy you know. Having to kill a man that did this town a favour. But it's for the better. I can't risk the lives of other innocents."
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