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This is a continuation of my Revenge of the Strong storey

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John Strongburg grunted in foiling as he went through the empty-bellied townspeople. The shiny whizz pinned to his chest, gleaming in the light.

It had taken almost a year to return to this place, a place eviler than almost he 'd been in. An evil that clawed at him and Department of Justice as he tried to destroy it.

He had the name of the independent money man, though so far, that had n't panned out. John could see the cakehole in the wall that had been left when a fool thought process to screen him, unsuccessfully. There were of course more than than a few more, validation that the man Tom Greely had done a few more transactions.

Growling a bit, John knew that this man 's stain of business was going to Sir Thomas More than prosper in the badlands. Turning the tall, hard, blonde man pushed through the doors. With a fast resume of what was left of the town, whoremonger mounted up. He turned toward deeper into the Badlands, John had no news of a man with Greely 's de***********ion leaving the badlands, so deeper he 'd go.

There were tracks everywhere, though none that even appeared to be Recent epoch. He could still get wind the conversation he 'd had with maitre d'hotel Harry ransom money when he 'd barged into the Ranger office.

'' Who in the netherworld are you ? '' John asked staring at the man behind the desk. `` Where in the hell is `` coffee '' Hays ? ``

The man behind the desk raised a hand to stay the throttle of the men in the office.

'' E'fore I answer that, mind telling me just who in the Scheol you are son ? '' ransom money asked.

'' John Strongburg, former Texas Texas Ranger, retired. '' whoremonger stated, his hands never leaving the hindquarters of his pistols as he eyed the other commando in the office.

There were various gasps as ALL the men in the room slowly removed their hands from their revolvers.

'' So, what can the Ranger service do for you ? '' ransom said though he sensed he already knew the answer.

'' I 've a man varmint to go after, I 'd like to with the law on my incline, though as a buck private citizen, I could also. If I go as a citizen, it could get, VERY messy. '' can hissed.

Ransom breathed a suspiration of relief, safe thing all the men here were so well trained. John could take in decimated the elbow room quite easily.

'' I see, '' Ransom responded, `` got a name ? ``

'' Tom Greely, real piece of piece of work, enslaving free people citizens, selling good wife to prostitution. In general, breaking a hellhole of a lot of laws, some of humanity. '' privy replied.

ransom money 's eyes were wide at the list of kick Saint John the Apostle stated. `` OH ? What test copy ? ``

Never taking a hand off his Colt revolving door, John slowly lowered the kerchief around his neck. This of course had a few of the men gagging the others gasping.

'' This was the first gear, attempted murder when they failed to hang me. '' Though it had been almost twelvemonth, there was still a highly distinctive midst line around John 's neck. `` As for the others, '' here whoremonger produced more than a 12 affidavits sworn and signed by respective Judges. `` As you can see one of them is my wife. THOSE dickhead have already met justice. ``

shit Ransom thought, this man is Sir Thomas More than prepared. Reaching behind him, Ransom opened a safe, removing a little typesetter's case. Opening the case, ransom money removed a five-pointed lead surrounded by a circle. Ransom turned it over seeing the initials JS on the back.

'' I was advised, when I assumed this stead, by `` coffee '' Hays, that you might return. I was also advised that you would n't need to involve an swearword again. take a hell o'a lot to earn respect like that. I have read the case, seemed pretty cleared to me. '' ransom said as he handed John his old Ranger star.

Saint John nodded with a face knowing what was next. `` I know, I am to continue the law, unless that means blasting the shit out of them. '' King John peered close at Ransom, `` I got no problem with it. ``

That had been more than a few months ago. bathroom did n't have the resources that the Rangers did. If the master money man was out there they could constringe down a hell of a lot More than he could.

So here he was heading even deeper into the badlands. It was the only logical thing John could see. Smirking John thought yeah in good order, he 'd done the only ordered thing he could see to do with his married woman. She of course had quickly corrected him of his mistake. Then again hers was was n't the sorry way.

It was a few hours later that lavatory, came upon the box canyon where everything had reached a nous. Slowing Saint John looked for all the sign of the zodiac he could, though he saw nothing, it still did n't feel right. Changing focusing, John went around to the plaza he 'd climbed the rampart before.

Reaching the top he quickly surveyed the area, again he saw nothing, still it felt wrongly, all too tranquil. Keeping low John decided to wait for dark, perhaps by then he 'd have proficient of an idea.

whoremaster crept slowly down the face of the slanting drop-off. All this time he 'd still not seen nor heard anyone or thing. They were there John could experience them, it almost felt like the biz he and various small fry of the Kiowa, apache, hell even a few Comanchee had played with him.

Actually, John cocked his fountainhead to the side, it WAS EXACTLY like it had been all those years ago. Thinking a moment, St. John whispered, `` hite ! dekee ! pabi ! ``

He waited a moment before there was slight movement towards him. Repeating the three words, all three were returned, then several warriors appeared before John. Standing John greeted them all, which astonished them.

Three broke to sit with John the Evangelist asking his story which john quickly gave. Then he asked why they were there. They told him that a prominent oily, large white man had gave them much of the ashen man 's money to wait and kill another white man who would make out hunting. They all laughed when they saw that whoremaster was as good as they were.

After they told John where the man had headed, John Lackland sent them home thanking them for what they had done.

privy then resumed his journey even deeper into the badlands. The last few mil he guessed were too conclusion to the boundary line for the criminal to sense safe.

A small, vicious smile came to John 's lips, they would never be safe, not as long as he had a say in it. Though he pretty much screw where he was going, John the Evangelist still kept his eyes on the trail. There was n't much spoor, though the non-human sort was n't of interest at the moment.

He 'd put out feeler, trying to get any inkling as to where the man Greely had moved his operation. What he 'd done to the man 's organization obviously had a neat many scared. Then again, they could n't make known that he was an ex-Ranger, a little smile again crossed John 's lip. He had made sure they suffered before they died, after all he had n't killed them, just helped.

It was going to be a patch before he got close, slowing his pace he settled in for the adjacent few hours.

It was another 3 days later when John, came across a man staked out in the midriff of a theater of operations. Riding closer whoremaster could see that the man had been dead for quite some sentence. Getting as close as he could can could see that the piranha and insects had already stripped away most of the flesh.

John was about to try and cut what was left loose when he saw the blabbermouth house from the carrying out. Yeah, he thought, they had tried pretty hard to seduce this feel like it had been one of the kindred. can shook his head ; they were skilful though to a trained eye ? They were rank amateurs.

John the Divine stood then slowly withdrew, this was n't that tonic though, he had a feeling that, it was still being watched.

As calmly as he could, Saint John mounted up riding in the diametrical centering, as to what he 'd been riding in. They would probably trace him. actually, he hoped so, this getting zippo done was starting to fret on his nerves. Looking around St. John the Apostle was glad as soon as he hit the woods, though not thick it would do.

It was starting to grow dark when Gospel According to John finally stopped to make inner circle. A small smile came to his lips, he could feel no less than three out there, though Saint John the Apostle suspected more.

A few 60 minutes later the fire was low when three men crept into the camp. A wicked smile on each man 's lip as they drew closer to the apparent quiescency figure by the flaming. The lead man grinned evilly when, he put his shooting iron to what appeared to be the sleeping build 's oral sex. Without hesitation he pulled the trigger.

All three men whooped and hollered, then they all stopped to look for the figures clothes and saddle bags.

They were 'til, they heard the doubling click of two revolver pound being drawn back.

'' Ai n't nice to scupper a man when, he 's not given you a problem that you had to. Now, afore I plug all three of ya, I suggest you lower them holsters rattling easy like. '' The lead man his cover to the voice, dropped while spinning and drawing. His eyes were astray in surprise when the pistol was shot from his hand. The tall, blond, difficult looking man 's hired man tightened on his colt. `` Again, an'you 're dead. ``

This had both of the men on the other side of the coterie, immediately dropping their gun belts. `` Ah ! I see that all of us here ai n't completely stupid. '' The blonde man said as he fired another shot at the leader. Reaching behind him the man threw a rope to the other two men. `` Tie 'em up afore he 's stagnant, though he keeps this up ? I just might help him. ``

As soon as the loss leader was tied, the man knocked both of the other men out. Stripping all three naked the man sat waiting.

All three jerked awake a few hours later, affair was something was n't right. All three started to yell finding that they had gags over their mouths.

'' Ah safe ! Now I 'm going to ask you questions, answer, affair will go good for you. turn down ? Well, I 've never been known for my solitaire. '' Removing all their gag he asked, `` who sent you ? Was I your quarry or were you just after all that came there ? ``

The drawing card opened his oral fissure, `` go to hell ya bastard ! Ya ai n't gon na get shit from ... '' A loud howl of pain erupted from his rima oris as a injection sounded. The other two could only stare, the blonde man had shot a toe off the leader.

'' Now then, I am going to ask nicely, as I said before I was rudely interrupted. Were you sent or just there to keep all away ? '' The blond man asked.

Both of the other two men had started to peach when the leader started to shout. `` Shut the netherworld up I 'll pour down ... '' Again, a shot rang out as this prison term a finger was blown off the loss leader 's hand.

The man tsked as he got in the leader 's face, `` my, my too dolt to realize that you are a dead man. ``

'' Yeah ? If I am a dead man how fall I 's still breathing, you 're all ... '' the leader said before there were two more shots that caused the leader to scream continually for a few moments.

The man turned to the former two, `` now then, I am looking for a rather with child man. bunch o'money had an operation a few days east of here. I was told he 's now operating not far from here. The man owes me quite a bit, so I 've come ta collect. ``

The blonde man just nodded as both men started to babble about what short they knew. The blonde man knew almost all of what they had to severalize. When they finished the leader started to laugh.

'' Told ya, no one knows much, only a few do, an'we 're no talking. '' The loss leader said somewhat weakly. Though he was n't bleeding bad the pain was making it grueling to stay conscious.

The blond man nodded as he drew close to the loss leader, `` you know there are a lot of VERY unpleasant way to die. Though in the shell of the previous leader of the whore operation, I made sure. ``

'' Ha ! What do you make love of it ? When they found him, there were no tracks or anything. Had a been we 'd possess recovered them fancy woman with no trouble. '' The leader said.

'' I know, I cut his sex off him, stuffed it in his sick mouth. Had I time, I might have tied him for the entire to mount, though there was n't. '' Looking at their drawing card, the blond man continued, `` I might if there is time, to you, got no bones 'bout it. I saw that you were happy to kill me, think I ought to render the favor, do n't you ? ``

This of row had the drawing card struggling even harder, `` you smell of law man, you would n't make bold. ``

The blonde man smiled wickedly as he slowly removed the bandana from around his neck. `` I owe that THING and all associated with him. Since you obviously work on for him, then YOU have a problem. They tried to hang me, then left, their get-go and last fault. So, law man or not I will finish this, 'sides I am well within rights to kill all'o you. ``

The leader 's optic were panoptic a consequence, then they narrowed looking hard at the blond man. `` Heard a news report 'bout a hick farmer, they taught 'em a lesson, took his cocotte to groom. So, they were soggy, so what ! Let me loose I 'll have certainly you 're ... '' This was the final that the drawing card spoke, the tall blonde man had removed a rather turgid, wicked looking skinning knife. With one quick slice, the drawing card 's genitals were removed then stuffed in his mouth.

'' So, since you were cooperative, I 'm going to let you go. '' Pulling his other revolver, the blonde man shot the firstly of the two between the eyes.

'' I thought you were going to let us go ! '' The second man cried.

'' I am, '' the blonde man said, then shot the second between the eye. Spitting on the both of the bodies he said, `` there you 're free now. ``

Mounting up, the man left all three as they were, no sense depriving the varmints he thought. Riding out, the man looked at the other three eubstance that he 'd left, dispatched when they had followed behind the first three.

He figured it was at least another two days to the billet, where they had said that the new operation was. A prankish smile on his brim he was itching to get the rest of them. Perhaps, after they were finished, he could finally really retire.

He set an tardily tread as he rode far deeper into the Bad Lands than he ever had. With hardly a glance at the staked-out man, the blonde man rode leisurely on.

Though the man appeared to be serene as he rode, every nerve and muscle was on edge. He knew that the finisher he got the more probability he had in encountering more, hired help.

Toward the end of the endorsement day, the man topped a rise seeing a rather seedy, ram shackle town. Looking it over, the man was trying to settle if this was the place or not. The shouts of several women garnered his attention.

With a nod of his head, the man rode on, well aware of more than ten dyad of eyes that were watching him. Dismounting in front of the saloon, the man took a deep breath as he slowly stepped inside.

A quick look around revealed that this place was on par with the last, though he had to allow in the stink in here was far worse than the shoemaker's last. A table near the door had him sitting, observing all that were in the room.

Yup, at to the lowest degree twenty men, all with quick draw holsters. They had all the low scum they could get ; job was some of them really were that fast. No, this was going to aim all of his substitute to put up this place and all the lowlifes here.

A glass of rot-gut whisky appeared before him, `` compliments of the house. '' The bartender stated. Leaning closer he whispered, `` pledge up then allow for, got a practiced chance of living 'ifen'ya do. ``

The man thumbed the glass with a humble smile, `` I 'll take my chances, looking for work any here ? ``

This made the barman 's head child's play back, `` I warned ya. ``

'' So, '' came a tatty man 's representative. `` Ya be lookin'fo work. might as ride on, nothin here stranger. position, '' here the blond man heard the hammer of a revolver being cocked. `` We no ilk strangers here, 'specially when they go askin'a lot o'question. So why don'ya be a good boy, finish your drink an'go ? ``

'' Well, '' the blonde man started as his hand tightened on his own six-shooter. `` Did n't see harm in looking fo employment. ``

'' See ? '' The man, who the blonde man could see, now he was turned that way said. `` That there is two query, a infernal region of a lot More than we allow. ``

The blonde man had already sized up the six men that seemed to backing the first man up. Moving his other hired man near the bound of the tabular array slowly, the man felt ready. This fool was going to take up, the two closest to him would also, the early four appeared to be shaking far harder than he thought they would.

'' Hey I gots a full musical theme, '' the initiatory man said leering at the blond man. How 'bout you ease them peace makers out nice and ... '' It was at that moment that three snap rang out.

The blonde man moved far faster than anyone thought he could, the low gear man was on the base, screaming holding his manus. The other two, were penny-pinching to him also holding their paw, their handgun shot out of them.

More than a few of the men at the bar moved toward the doorway. The blonde man had hardly moved, though there was smoke coming from his revolver under the table.

'' I suggest that anyone else wants to try, get it over with. Ai n't got time to waste on diminished fry. '' The blond man said. The first man started to say something, then quickly quieted when the blond man placed a barrel against his head. `` idea we knew you were n't to talk anymore. ``

The blonde heard several phrases like holy prick, did you see him travel though his front-runner was I ai n't taking him on.

'' Now then, '' the blond man said low and menacing, `` I think it is you who should be a good boy and leave. Otherwise I am afraid you 're just another corpse. '' The blonde man watched as the initiative man wet the storey and his pants.

'' Mister, the fountainhead man ai n't gon na like his top men being put out. '' The bartender stated from behind the bar where he 'd moved.

The blond man turned toward him with a sneer. `` They should n't 'ave been so mouthy. I ought to kill them, instead I 'll let their party boss take care of them. ``

The bartender looked at the three men then back to the blonde man. `` That 's an idea though, he might come after you more for not finishing them. He 's like that, they failed, then you failed, double trouble. ``

The blonde man thought a moment, looked at the bartender, nodded then shot all three men. Tossing the bartender, a ash grey dollar, the man re-took his buns. Most of the patrons returned though kept their distance from the blonde man near the double doors.

It was another hour before four difficult looking, dusty men came through the door. Looking at the three bodies the obvious drawing card shook his foreland. Turning toward the blonde man at the table, the leader asked, `` heard you needed a job. '' The blonde man nodded, `` as it is now, we have a few positions open. You appear to be far smarter than these three, though around here ? That ai n't too hard. ``

The blonde looked at the bodies then nodded. `` I just hope that there ai n't too many Thomas More at the job. I 'd hate to deplete too many men 'efore we got going respectable. ``

The drawing card was nodding as he looked the blonde man over. The man was far bright than he let on, they 'd stimulate to watch over him that was for sure.

'' Alright, we move out in an time of day, need to pillow our backing 'efore we head back. '' The leader said as he continued to catch the blonde man.

The three men then turned going back outside. The blonde man sat there sizing up the rest of the men in the saloon. Would n't do to throw them gun him down as he was leaving.

It was almost an exact hour later when ; the blonde man arose heading out to where the early four were.

As he approached the men, he saw that the early two from the saloon had already joined them. `` Let 's get saddled up, got a job tomorrow. Head man do n't like to be kept waiting. ``

The blonde man only nodded as he settled into his saddle, a small smiling on his sassing. Now we might be able-bodied to get something done .