The Kid
Matthew Ryan Fischer
“You did good, kid…”
The Cowboy had gotten old. Aged in every way. Slower. Poor vision.
Bad instincts. He lost his gut. Made mistakes. The Kid couldn’t remember the
last time he saw The Cowboy take a shot. He relied on his grit and gruff and
expected his name and reputation to precede him. That might be okay for
intimidation, but it was shit in a fight.
The Cowboy got old. And then he took a bullet or two. The last ones
he would ever take.
“You did good, kid…”
The last words The Cowboy ever said. The still rung true. They
still hurt to think about. They still echoed in The Kid’s ears. He would have
traded just about anything to have never heard it said.
The Cowboy thought he was saying it straight to The Kid. Little
did he know, but he was saying it to his assassin. By the time The Kid got
there, it was too late. The Cowboy was a breath away from death. He struggled
to say something, but the Kid knew, he didn’t need to hear it. But he could
imagine.
The Gunman and The Grifter and Lawman all swore up and down that
The Cowboy would be avenged. The Kid knew them all well, had fought with them
and others. But it didn’t matter. He didn’t care. Avenge, revenge, justice,
payback – they were all just words. Words men told each other so they could act
tough and act like they weren’t afraid of death. The Kid had faced death and
would do so again. He knew they would all die. He didn’t need words and he didn’t
need to keep a cycle of death going. He lost his friend and words weren’t going
to bring him back.
Someone had woken a sleeping giant. The Cowboy and The Kid had
been on the trail. The trail was still there, a job to be done. The Kid didn’t have
time to waste tracking Dom or Dom’s men. The Men in Suits were conspiring and
their plans would proceed unimpeded. Unless someone did something about it. The
Kid knew that was more important than chasing blood feuds. Dom’s brother had
been a problem, but it wasted time to go after him and it got The Cowboy killed.
The Kid would keep his focus. He would get the job done. He had last words to
live up to.
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