Deadwood Bound - Chapter 13
Deadwood Duology
December 11, 1899
There's a patch of woods overlooking Deadwood. Quiet. Serene. Ironic considering what lies below.
I was up there as the sun sank down into the horizon. Working a piece of sandstone on Billy's four sides and tip to bring the bayonet to a razor's edge.
I had tightly bound the base near the socket with twine so as to provide a solid grip, still giving me a foot of blade for what I need to do.
Al Swearengen is a man of reputation, so I can't just go in there and take him out. It'd be a suicide mission. I'll have to start from the bottom and work my way up.
Being a one-man army with zero experience in actual combat, I only see one way of approaching this.
You see, night brings about a different atmosphere. No place on Earth escapes this fact. And so it will be my ally.
I have acquired a couple of articles of black clothing and a pair of moccasins, making the purchases at different places of business so as not to arise suspicion once the killing begins.
Amongst the trees is not only where my thoughts run wild, but is my training ground as well. For if I can master the movement of stealth here, I should be nothing more than a silent breeze back in town.
The whiskey will help get me through. Just enough of the liquid courage to get me started, not enough to impair my body, nor mind.