Chapter 2
Chapter 3
III
And ill need's a savior such as YOU!
Cornfellows
It was before dawn when they finished! No tale is too good of one to share! So here's a battle re-enactment of their woes!
1AM around dawn - Capital time hadn't been invented yet, so this is all off the cusp! "I HADN'T HAD A DRINK SINCE LAST NIGHT, I SWEAR!" "WHO TOOK IT!?" "I'M OFF, YOU TWO FIGHT ABOUT IT!" The three split, poor as when they came! Moreso, because they had to get back to their base's before their Captain's knew what they had done! "Forget about it!" "Not one more iota of complaining outta you!" "For the last time, I'm off if you care! Ta-ta!" Their argument's lasted a whole 5 minute's longer than expected! What a total buzzkill.
It was year's later they'd meet up again, they knew! It was in a tavern or somewhere and almost too dead to be old, they'd shoot it up again! Together! All that's up there is shit's creek anyway bozo's! The indian's hadn't showed up so they'd had to skedaddle butt-fierce afore noon it seemed! Around 10PM, they had left the town With No Name a'flared and five-fingered! Not less sober, moreso! But that caused no problem's as they were fit for the fiddle to ride anyhow's. It was a disaster! A whole town, killed! And nothing to gain for it but a loada skeptic's in the field marshal's tavern! "What do you mean!? All dead and not buried like you done it together!? IMBECILES!" the Sheriff slammed his fist down and caucaued to the air! He was livid and mad as hell! "When the federales hear of this and they WILL! I WILL BE DEAD! DEAD AS MEAT IN A WAGON SPIT-CHASER!" he spat into a cannon of a spittoon urn on the swingin', it tasted awful to say! But they left off at that! Their report to that marshall was top-class A-class bird'schatter to them! But the Sheriff hadn't twigged onto them nothing! He left fiercely intwined in a daze with his cigarette and cigar-chomped it over there! He'd lose his JOB!? they said. So he hid and rid on over there butthaste! It was tiresome work with no pay! He paid himself at the Town's tavern when needed. It was his job sorrowful and sordid as it was last week and nowagain! But a good job it was and some Gov't fieldcaptain wouldn't take his soul to the end over it not happening that way again! A WHOLE town gone to ablazes oh god it hurt to think of it! What's the use!? The indians woulda chomped off if they did it anyway! AND THEY DID IT he know's! Oh he knows and can do nothing about it son! It's the Government around these part's! Could start a war, brother be died to brother, and it'd hurt all too well to lose to the British and more, the French, the Federales, all of Mexico, South and Central America, the southerner's take would be to be tied up and murdered by dawn! The rest are safe and sound at home! The North, North American's as they called them, down below! It was a massacre he'd stop! If only it matterd. They're all dead anyway, why tell 'im? 'Cause they'd be branded heroes not to not do it again! It was here. Some treasure or something. He'd find it, they'd get it at home, all was the same as it was every day every damn day and then he found it! The Spire.