Deadwood Bound ' Chapter 19

Deadwood Duology

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December 15, 1899

I should add newspapers to my inventory of literature, for when I woke this afternoon, the Black Hills Pioneer was selling like hotcakes, the town abuzz with talk of what was being called The Deadwood Slaughter.

Everyone from the mayor on down to the undertaker was busy up to their elbows, and when I stepped into the Gem, the thirst for vengeance was thick.

“We gonna hunt him down, boys. By the time we done with him, he gonna wish the indians got him instead.”

“He's lucky he didn't tryin’ get me. I would've had him so filled with lead he would’ve met his maker before hittin’ the ground.”

With my hand cradling my shot of whiskey, a booming voice came down from upstairs.

“To the man who brings me this nightcrawler's head, one hundred dollars, plus all the pussy and drink you can handle for a night.”