HELL HATH NO FURY (A Jess Williams western novel) by Robert J. Thomas
Authors: Robert J. Thomas
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when you have some more help,” retorted Lefty.
“I have all the help I need right here,” replied Jess, as he slightly tapped the butt of his pistol with his right index finger.
“You know what, Mister, two other bounty hunters have already tried to collect that money on our heads and they’re both buried in the ground right now with maggots and worms eating through ‘em,” said Tatum.
“I can’t speak to that, but I don’t plan on getting planted anytime soon,” replied Jess.
“And neither are we and if you know anything about us, you should know that both of us are pretty damn quick with these pistols we’re wearing,” said Tatum.
“Good. That means it will be a fair fight,” replied Jess.
“Since when is two against one a fair fight?” asked Tatum.
“Since it’s you two against one of me,” replied Jess, cocking his head slightly and smiling, which was something that was becoming a pretty regular thing he did.
“Well, if you want to go up against us, we ain’t going to try to stop you, so go ahead and grab that fancy looking pistol of yours,” replied Tatum, as he and Lefty spread apart a few feet.
Jess waited for the tell-tale look and he saw it a split-second before John Tatum and Lefty Waltham went for their guns at the same time. The next look he saw in both of the men’s eyes was the total look of surprise as the two slugs from Jess’ pistol tore through their chests before either of them even cleared leather. Lefty fell straight back and Tatum dropped to his knees and fell forward, both dead.
Samuel sent one of the local men over to get the undertaker. When the undertaker walked into the saloon, Jess paid him twenty dollars to take their bodies and strap them over their horses so he could haul the bodies to the closest town and turn them in for the bounty on their heads. Jess had one more drink and thanked Samuel for agreeing to keep the bodies behind the saloon since he also agreed to guard them for the night. Jess threw a twenty dollar gold piece on the bar, which Samuel gladly took.
Jess walked out of the saloon and headed back to the café where Annie was still waiting. She heard gunshots, but as much as she wanted to run over to the saloon to see if Jess was okay, she knew better than to do so. Jess walked in and sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee. Annie just stared at him for a whole minute before she finally asked the question.
“Well, what happened at the saloon? I suppose those two men who just rode into town are dead,” said Annie.
“Yes they are, and I’m going to be four hundred dollars richer when I turn their corpses in and file a claim for the bounty on their heads. That four hundred dollars will pay for our entire stay at the Moorehouse Inn over in Abilene,” replied Jess. When Jess finished his cup of coffee, they retired to their rooms above the saloon and fell quickly off to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jess and Annie had a big breakfast in the morning and after that, Annie went to get the horses and Jess walked to the telegraph office to see if he had any messages. There were none. He walked over to the livery and Samuel came walking down the street with the two dead bodies tied down tightly on their horses. He handed the reins over to Jess and watched Jess as he tied an extra-long rope to his packhorse, to keep the smell from the rotting corpses from bothering either himself or Annie on their ride.
“Samuel, did you happen to go through their pockets?” Jess asked.
“Quite frankly, I didn’t even think to do
“I have all the help I need right here,” replied Jess, as he slightly tapped the butt of his pistol with his right index finger.
“You know what, Mister, two other bounty hunters have already tried to collect that money on our heads and they’re both buried in the ground right now with maggots and worms eating through ‘em,” said Tatum.
“I can’t speak to that, but I don’t plan on getting planted anytime soon,” replied Jess.
“And neither are we and if you know anything about us, you should know that both of us are pretty damn quick with these pistols we’re wearing,” said Tatum.
“Good. That means it will be a fair fight,” replied Jess.
“Since when is two against one a fair fight?” asked Tatum.
“Since it’s you two against one of me,” replied Jess, cocking his head slightly and smiling, which was something that was becoming a pretty regular thing he did.
“Well, if you want to go up against us, we ain’t going to try to stop you, so go ahead and grab that fancy looking pistol of yours,” replied Tatum, as he and Lefty spread apart a few feet.
Jess waited for the tell-tale look and he saw it a split-second before John Tatum and Lefty Waltham went for their guns at the same time. The next look he saw in both of the men’s eyes was the total look of surprise as the two slugs from Jess’ pistol tore through their chests before either of them even cleared leather. Lefty fell straight back and Tatum dropped to his knees and fell forward, both dead.
Samuel sent one of the local men over to get the undertaker. When the undertaker walked into the saloon, Jess paid him twenty dollars to take their bodies and strap them over their horses so he could haul the bodies to the closest town and turn them in for the bounty on their heads. Jess had one more drink and thanked Samuel for agreeing to keep the bodies behind the saloon since he also agreed to guard them for the night. Jess threw a twenty dollar gold piece on the bar, which Samuel gladly took.
Jess walked out of the saloon and headed back to the café where Annie was still waiting. She heard gunshots, but as much as she wanted to run over to the saloon to see if Jess was okay, she knew better than to do so. Jess walked in and sat down and poured himself a cup of coffee. Annie just stared at him for a whole minute before she finally asked the question.
“Well, what happened at the saloon? I suppose those two men who just rode into town are dead,” said Annie.
“Yes they are, and I’m going to be four hundred dollars richer when I turn their corpses in and file a claim for the bounty on their heads. That four hundred dollars will pay for our entire stay at the Moorehouse Inn over in Abilene,” replied Jess. When Jess finished his cup of coffee, they retired to their rooms above the saloon and fell quickly off to sleep.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jess and Annie had a big breakfast in the morning and after that, Annie went to get the horses and Jess walked to the telegraph office to see if he had any messages. There were none. He walked over to the livery and Samuel came walking down the street with the two dead bodies tied down tightly on their horses. He handed the reins over to Jess and watched Jess as he tied an extra-long rope to his packhorse, to keep the smell from the rotting corpses from bothering either himself or Annie on their ride.
“Samuel, did you happen to go through their pockets?” Jess asked.
“Quite frankly, I didn’t even think to do
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