Confessions of a Gunfighter (The Landon Saga Book 1)

by Tell Cotten

  “And it’s going to be a lot easier with you outta the way,” Jake sneered.

  “Who says I’m outta the way?” I asked innocently.

  “You’re fixing to be,” Jake replied curtly.

  I was running out of things to say, and I was also running out of time. All three of them stood posed and ready, and I knew they were about to draw.

  It was time to get that distraction I so badly needed.

  I jerked my cup sideways and purposely spilled hot coffee all over my hand.

  “Ouch!” I hollered.

  For a split second, everybody’s eyes went to my hand. In that same instant, I dropped the cup, drew my gun, and in one thundering sound shot Jake dead center in the chest with two shots. Meanwhile, in the same quick motion, I then dove to my left and rolled over on the ground while bullets flew over me.

  I came up on one knee and fired at the stranger in the middle. Both my shots took him in the belly, and he went flying backwards.

  I turned to Cliff.

  He was just bringing up his six-shooter, and he got off a quick shot.

  His bullet whipped by my head while I took aim and fired only once. My bullet took him in his shoulder, and the impact spun him around violently and made him drop his six-shooter.

  Cliff started to bend over and pick it up, but I stopped him.

  “Touch that gun and I’ll kill you!” I said tersely. “I’ve still got one more bullet with your name on it.”

  Cliff knew he was beat.

  “Take it easy,” he told me as he raised his one good arm. “I’m done for.”

  “Step away from that gun,” I ordered roughly.

  Cliff obliged, and I went on.

  “There’s only one reason I didn’t kill you. I want you to take a message to Kinrich.”

  Cliff looked up, and there was a flicker of hope in his eyes.

  “What’s the message?” He asked.

  “Tell him to lay off, and let us pass,” I said.

  “I’ll tell him, but he won’t do it,” Cliff warned.

  “I know it, but at least he’ll have been warned,” I replied. “Now get going before I change my mind.”

  Cliff needed no more encouraging. As fast as he could he climbed up on his horse, and I kept my gun trained on him until he was out of sight.

  As soon as he was gone, I reloaded and holstered my pistol.

  It was then that I heard a rustling sound from behind. I twirled around, and my six-shooter was back in my hand when I saw Lee coming out of the woods.

  “I’m having the hardest time believing what I just saw,” Lee said as he rode up. “Would you mind doing that again?”

  “What are you doing here?” I demanded as I ignored his comment.

  “As soon as I got back to the herd Ross told me to come after you,” Lee explained. “We figured you might need some help, but after seeing what I just saw I know different now.”

  “I got lucky, is all,” I replied.

  “Lucky! No, that wasn’t luck,” Lee answered back matter-of-factly. “You killing Lieutenant Porter was impressive. But this-,” his voice trailed off as he shook his head in disbelief.

  Lee carried on some more about it, but I didn’t care to hear it. The fact that I had just killed two more men made me irritable, and I wanted to get away from here as soon as possible.

  Lee had a small shovel in his pack, so we got busy and dug two graves. We got them buried, and then we picked up Desperate and headed back to the herd.

  I wasn’t very talkative, but Lee was, and I had to listen to him brag on what he had just seen the whole way back.

  Lee was impressed, but I wasn’t.

  Being a feared gunfighter was the last thing I wanted. But, it seemed like there was no way of avoiding it.

  Chapter seventy-two

  Cliff Curtis had mentioned that Kinrich would be hitting the herd any day now, and Ross looked worried when I told him that.

  We were just about to ride out to the herd the next morning when Ross pulled Lee and me aside.

  “Lee, there’s something I want you to do for me,” Ross said.

  “Name it,” Lee replied.

  “I’d like you to backtrack a ways and see if you can find Yancy,” Ross said. “Tell him to be expecting a move from Kinrich any day now.”

  Lee nodded thoughtfully.

  “That’s a good idea.”

  Lee started to ride off, but I stopped him.

  “Could you give Yancy a message from me too?” I asked.

  Lee turned in the saddle and looked curiously at me.

  “What’s the message?”

  “I want you to tell him that I’m planning on turning myself in when this is all over,” I said. “And make sure and reassure him that I ain’t in with Kinrich. Him knowing that might come in handy when the shooting starts.”

  Lee frowned.

  “Are you sure you don’t want to think this over some more? Once I tell Yancy it’ll be too late,” Lee warned.

  I shook my head stubbornly.

  “No, I’ve thought on it all that I need to.”

  Lee sighed and shook his head.

  “All right, Rondo, I’ll tell him,” he said, and then he kicked up his horse.

  After Lee was gone, Ross looked at me with a thoughtful look.

  “If Kinrich is planning on hitting our herd soon, then he’s got to be close by,” Ross reasoned.

  “Probably is,” I agreed, and then I asked, “You want me to ride on up ahead and look around?”

  “Might not be a bad idea,” Ross said. “But you be careful.”

  “I always am,” I replied, and then I took out going north.

  I had traveled through this country some when I was with Kinrich, and I knew the country somewhat. In fact, I remembered a place that Kinrich liked to camp at, so I decided to ride over there and have a look.

  The thought came to me that if I could find out where Kinrich was camped that we might attack him instead of waiting for him to attack us. It would be a bold and risky move, but well worth it.

  I rode briskly, and an hour later I was about five miles north of the herd. It was a hot, damp morning, and already my face was covered with sweat.

  It was then that I rode across a pair of horse tracks. It was a shod pony, and the tracks went due west.

  I pulled up Desperate and looked the tracks over curiously.

  I figured the tracks had been made sometime during the morning. And, just like Jake’s tracks had been, these tracks were as straight as they could be.

  Curiosity got the best of me, so I fell in with the tracks and followed after them. I made good time, for they were real easy to follow. In fact, they almost seemed too easy, as if the rider wanted to be followed.

  But why would anybody want to be followed?

  The thought made me uneasy, and I reached down and checked my six-shooter. It was loaded and ready for anything, and just knowing that made me feel better.

  The country I was riding through was mostly open, with long, gentle slopes. But up ahead loomed some deep canyons that had plenty of places a feller could hide in. Matter of fact, up ahead was where I had camped with Kinrich before, and these tracks were heading straight for it.

  I pulled up Desperate when I reached the base of the canyons, and I took a slow look around as I studied my surroundings. This had the feeling of a trap, and I was wary.

  I didn’t find anything out of the ordinary. So, I kicked up Desperate, and we topped out on the canyon.

  It was then that I smelled smoke. It was campfire smoke, and it was close.

  I dismounted and tied Desperate to a tree branch, and then I went on afoot.

  I made a little turn. Then, directly in front of me, I saw the camp. It was a small camp, and I only saw one horse tied to a nearby tree.

  I looked over by the fire, and that’s when I saw him. This feller was by himself, and he was smoking a cigarette as he leaned up against a log.

  The scene before me looked m
ighty familiar, and it was almost as if I had stepped back in time.

  I stepped out into the open, and the man didn’t even flinch. I walked on up to the fire, and only then did the man look up.

  He looked me over silently, and his cold glare was a look that I knew all too well.

  “Took you long enough,” Ben Kinrich finally said. “I left you a trail so easy a blind man could have followed it.”

  Chapter seventy-three

  Ben Kinrich sat before me; the man who had once been my friend.

  I could tell with just one look that this was no longer the same person. His boyish smile was gone. Instead, it was replaced with a cold, tight smile, and there was an extra hardness in Kinrich’s face that I had never seen before.

  Lee had been right. The man in front of me was nothing more than a killer, and a mighty dangerous one at that.

  “Got your message,” Kinrich stated matter-of-factly. “’Fraid I’ll have to disappoint you.”

  “Hate to hear that,” I replied. “I was hoping you’d let us pass.”

  “Nope,” Kinrich replied, and then with a curious look he asked me, “How’d you figure out that Jake was with me?”

  I smiled.

  “Never trust a man named ‘Mr. Smith’ or ‘Mr. Jones,’” I said. “Remember?”

  There was a small smile that tugged at the corners of Kinrich’s mouth, but that was all.

  “By the way, you might like to know that I killed ‘Mr. Jones,’” I said.

  “Oh?” Kinrich asked.

  I explained.

  When I finished Kinrich nodded slowly, and then it fell silent as he eyed me.

  It was an odd look. I could see anger and hostility, but there was also a sort of professional carefulness in his eyes.

  “What happened to you after the Injun fight?” Kinrich asked. “After we got split up I went back to the valley, but you never showed up.”

  “I’m sorry, Kinrich,” I said sincerely. “I just couldn’t take being an outlaw anymore.”

  “You quit on me, Button,” Kinrich said, and his eyes shone angrily. “I saved your life, and I also taught you everything worth knowing. Why, I even took you under my wing when you had no place to go. Nursed you back to health after you’d been shot, and even offered to quit and get ourselves our own outfit, just the two of us.

  “But I reckon you didn’t want that,” Kinrich said darkly. “You just left, and you didn’t even come and say goodbye. After all we had been through, I figured you would have had better manners than that.”

  “Sorry you feel that way,” I replied. “But I just had to leave.”

  “Why?” Kinrich wanted to know.

  “You said it yourself; out west men make up their own rules,” I said. “Well, being an outlaw was against my rules. It just took me a while to figure that out.”

  Kinrich didn’t reply. Instead, he just shook his head in disgust.

  “It’s also against my rules to kill an honest, good man,” I continued. “And, that’s just what I did when I killed that lawman.”

  “Thought you were tougher than that,” Kinrich muttered. “Besides, you didn’t kill that lawman. I did.”

  That statement really startled me. And, that’s just what Kinrich wanted, for it made me lose my focus for a second. Just like my spilling the coffee had distracted Jake and the others, Kinrich’s statement did the same to me.

  As soon as he said it he drew, and I was a split second slower.

  Kinrich shot straight and true, and before I even had my gun out I felt a hard blast in the shoulder.

  The impact spun me around violently. I hit the ground hard, and everything started spinning out of control.

  Kinrich jumped to his feet with his six-shooter in hand.

  I was helpless. I couldn’t move, and I had dropped my six-shooter. All I could do was look up at Kinrich.

  “Sorry, but you’ve cost me four men,” Kinrich explained. “You killed two, and Brian had to take Cliff home. I needed to get you out of the way.”

  I was hit hard. But, I still had my senses about me, and I was thinking only of one thing.

  “What did you mean when you said that I didn’t kill that lawman?” I gasped.

  Kinrich shrugged.

  “Just that. He came out of that bank blasting, and you were the first thing he hit. It was while he was shooting you that I took care of him.”

  “But I remember firing my gun!” I protested.

  Kinrich nodded.

  “You did. Your shots took out the bank window. Shattered it to bits.”

  By now everything around me was really swirling, and I was feeling numb all over. But there was a rage building in me like I had never felt before, and it kept me alert.

  “All this time you’ve been making me carry the blame,” I said through clenched teeth.

  Kinrich shrugged again.

  “Didn’t know it mattered so much to you,” he said.

  I couldn’t answer. I was feeling weak, and things were getting real dim.

  “Well, I gotta be going,” Kinrich said.

  He started to leave, but then he turned back.

  “I should kill you, but you did save my life a couple of times. This makes us even, and I ain’t in the mood to be handing out anymore favors. Next time, I’ll be shooting to kill.”

  I tried to reply, but couldn’t. Darkness started closing in, and I must have passed out, because I don’t remember anything else.

  Chapter seventy-four

  It was deep into the night, and our coffee was long gone. Both Yancy and Judge Parker were leaning forward as they listened intently to my every word.

  “So there it is. Now you know the complete truth,” I said.

  Judge Parker and Yancy glanced at each other, and then they stood and stretched. I wanted to, but I was hurting too bad.

  “And that’s the last thing you remember?” Yancy asked as they sat back down.

  I nodded.

  “I don’t even know what day it is,” I admitted.

  “It’s a Tuesday,” Yancy said.

  I nodded and asked, “How long have I been here?”

  “Little over two weeks,” Yancy said. “You were soaked to the bone when we found you and your horse, and you had fever in your shoulder. You’ve been unconscious this whole time.”

  “I believe it,” I said as I rubbed my shoulder gingerly.

  It fell silent, and I finally just couldn’t help myself.

  “So, what happened to the herd?” I asked anxiously.

  Yancy hesitated, but then he shrugged and told me.

  “We were camped ’bout three miles behind the herd when Lee found us and told me the message about Kinrich. He also told me that you wanted to turn yourself in, and then he told me a lot more. Then, later on, Ross had a talk with me too.”

  “Oh?” I asked.

  “Most of what they said were the same things that you just told us,” Yancy said. “But, we also wanted to hear it from you, to see if your stories lined up.”

  “So, what happened after Lee found you?” I wanted to know.

  “Well, soon as we had our little talk, we caught back up to the herd and discovered that you had gone missing. I figured you were in with Kinrich. But Ross and Lee strongly disagreed, and it was while we were arguing about it that Kinrich and his men hit the herd. They scattered those cows just like they had planned to. But Kinrich didn’t figure on us being there, and we really took it to ’em. We got ’em all, ’cept for one.”

  Yancy paused, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Who got away?”

  “Kinrich,” Yancy said, and he shook his head in disgust. “We had him, but somehow he slipped through our fingers.”

  “What happened to the herd?” I wanted to know.

  “The next day Lee and Ross took the men out and made a big gather. They got a rough count, and Ross figured that they lost around five hundred head. And that ain’t bad, considering how scattered those cows were.”

  “What happened
after that?” I asked.

  “Well, after we got the herd thrown back together a rain came in, and it rained non-stop for two days. Lee and Ross were worried about you, and they took off in the rain looking for you. Cooper and I went along, and we found you a day later. We dug the slug outta you, and at a nearby ranch I borrowed a wagon and brought you back here while Lee and Ross took the herd on to Abilene. I figure they should be getting there in a few weeks.”

  “And where are we?” I asked.

  “Midway, Texas,” Yancy told me.

  I was silent as I thought things over. A lot had happened while I had been out of commission, and I couldn’t help but feel that I had let everybody down.

  “What’s going to happen to me now?” I asked.

  “That’s an interesting question,” Yancy said, and he looked at Judge Parker. “What do you think, Judge?”

  Judge Parker frowned as he thought things over.

  “I believe him,” he finally said. “Let’s proceed with the plan.”

  Yancy nodded and turned back to me.

  “Plan?” I asked.

  Yancy shuffled his feet.

  “It’s like this,” he said. “I’ve been after you and Kinrich for a long time now. But, now that I know what really happened, most of the blame falls on Kinrich.”

  I nodded.

  “However, we still have enough to send you away for a really long time,” Yancy said. “But, we want Kinrich worse. So, Judge Parker is willing to give you a full pardon if you would do only one thing.”

  “And what’s that?” I asked.

  “I want you to take us to Kinrich’s valley and help us bring him in,” Yancy said. “If you do that, you’ll receive a full pardon.”

  I knew right away that I was going to do it, pardon or not. This was the chance I had been waiting for to make good on that promise I had made! If Kinrich wasn’t stopped he would just go on killing more innocent folks, and I was the only feller that could stop him.

  “I’ll do it,” I told Yancy, and asked, “When do we leave?”

  “Soon as you can ride,” Yancy replied.

  “Sounds good,” I said.

  Yancy nodded, and they stood to leave.