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Hang 'Em High
By Electric Baby
Scampering feet rushing out of the building. Jumping through the windows,
scurrying towards the back door….Running in a frenzied panic, trying to get to safety before
the expected gunshots went off.
No one dared to make a sound. Those that had not managed to flee had
positioned themselves on the old wooden floor of the local Samite Ridge saloon, praying silently
that they would be spared.
In the doorway of the old saloon, stood two beings. One of the
two, a man. Tall in stature and untamed dark hair that covered his eyes. Though covered, you just
knew they were as wild and crazed as his appearance. His right arm still extended up in the air,
gripping a smoking pistol. He went by the name of Tom Antrim.
On Tom's left side stood his
partner. His love. Maria Evans. Dressed in a similar disordered fashion as her associate, the edges
of Maria's riding skirt were torn and muddy. Her boots too were encrusted in mud and grimy. Though
dirty strands of blonde hair fell in her face, you could still see her piercing green
Together, Tom Antrim and Maria Evans roamed the west, causing chaos and setting fear
into the hearts of those around of them. Wanted signs posted everywhere about a reward if you turned
this duo in…Dead or alive.
Tom walked to the counter and peered over at the barman
positioned flat on the ground.
“You know what to do,” He stated, reaching inside
of his jacket and extracting fair sized burlap bag. Tossing it to the barman, he stood up straight
and began to reload his gun.
Abruptly a sharp, piercing sound that severed the otherwise
silent bar could be heard and then a dull thud.
Turning swiftly, Tom and Maria just barely
saw a bottle of liquor that had crashed through the window, set aflame from landing on the open fire
of a candle that was resting on a table.
“Go back to hell, you devils!” A deep
hollering voice sounded from outside, most likely the owner of the voice had thrown the bottle in
the first place. Shouts of agreement from many other voices echoed his statement.
Muffled scuffling and whimpering reached Tom's ears as the occupants of the
bar found ways to escape the building that would surely go up in flames. Tom's focus turned to
Maria. His eyes sought hers and he could understand Maria's thoughts.
The were surrounded.
Tom turned back to the
counter to discover that the barman had escaped, leaving the burlap bag forgotten on the floor,
money strewen about the bag.
The fire had spread to at least four other tables, the crackling
and heat rising.
“We know yer still in there!” The same voice from before called,
though barely audible due to the roaring flames.
A whizzing and a splintering sound went off
as a bullet was fired through the open window, hitting the wall across the room.
rang from the outer parts of the bar as men strived to get inside. To get Tom and
“What do we do?” Maria questioned, clearly apprehensive.
had spread to about half of the room. Black smoke stung Tom's eyes, making it harder to
“Git upstairs and through one of the windows. You should be close enough to
another building to get to safety. Stay hidden, I'll find you,”
“…And you?” Alarm clouded Maria's face at the thought of being
seperated from her love.
The door, fractured, thudding to the ground. The people of the town
began to filter in, armed with guns, broken bottles…anything that they could find lying
Tom gestured to the townsfolk, “Have to take care of `em,”
nodded, gave Tom one last look, before obeying him and rushing up the stairs.
got you now, you devil!” A man holding a knife hollered. Tom sighed and elevated his pistol,
aimed toward the man's face.
And then the shooting
In a lucky attempt, Tom had darted out of the
backdoor of the building and lay hidden behind the stairs of the porch. Angry shouts thundered
throughout the town, as pounding feet hit the stairs above his head. They were still searching for
Raising his bloody head up, Tom wondered where Maria was. Did they capture her? Was she
His entire body was becoming numb. In fact, he could hardly feel the piece of metal
that was embedded in the back of his left shoulder. He could hardly feel the sticky, red mess
Tom's eyes, still stinging from the smoke of the blazing building, were
starting to see black spots.
A far away voice reached his ears. It sounded like the owner had
stuffed their mouth with cotton and spoken to him.
“Tom?” Maria whispered again. He was so pale. His eyes becoming more
vacant by the second.
Maria was now next to her love, lying in the dirt and Tom's
Tom's thoughts became clearer at that voice. He knew that voice!
Tom!” Maria threw her arms gently around him, as to not hurt him. She knew what was going on,
it was clear that he was dying.
“I want you to leave,” Tom's voice was a hushed
whisper, he stuttered as he spoke, he took a deep breath, “And don't look
back…..”Time seemed to slow down...it was almost like it was just the two of them in
the world and this moment they spent together seemed like a lifetime. Tom took another slow, raggedy
breath before he spoke again, “Never look back…” Tom took a sighed a shallow sigh
and looked Maria directly in the eye.
"I promise, Tom Antrim. I promise," Maria
whispered as she gave him a small watery smile. Tom sighed again and his shallow breaths became
farther and farther apart, until he suddenly wasn't breathing at all.
Tom Antrim, a man who had wanted posters of himself
posted in every town across the country, one of the most famous bandits in the entire Wild West was
Maria was true to her word. After carrying Tom's dead body into the desert, she
buried him, leaving no trace that a Thomas Antrim ever existed, except for a shabby grave marker
made of two pieces of wood nailed together.
Her heart never healed. Instead she lost all
feelings of love and happiness. That probably made her more ruthless, more murderous, an even more
She rode out into the desert on her horse, stealing and robbing as her and
Tom had always done.
Except this time, she rode
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