Great Grandpa's Tall Tale

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Westerns  |  House: Booksie Classic
Old Man Dan traveled many miles to get back at a few thieves that had stolen from him.

Submitted: August 11, 2013

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Old Man Dan looked out across the vast land that was laid out in front of him. Blanco, Dan’s horse, let out a few snorts in protest of the long haul that was ahead of them.

“Oh quiet you old fart! They ain’t no further than a days travel ahead of us. And they’d prob’ly stopped in Dallas for a few drinks last night. That’s what it sounded like anyways when I asked that young chap that was workin’ the bar.”

Blanco bobbed his head up and down as if he could actually understand the old man.

Dan had been ripped off by four of his new employees two nights before. They stole all of his four hundred dollars that he kept hidden under the wooden boards of his bed, and worse yet, his father’s gold coin that he had carried through the revolutionary war as one of the infamous “minute men”. Now Old Man Dan intended to hunt down the four buckaroos before they made it across the Mexican border.

“Well, let’s giddy up than Blanco. Shall we? If we get a move on there’s a possibility that we could catch up to those four boohoos tonight.” The horse snorted once more, and then began trotting across the vast prairie.

They rode forty miles before they reached the next town. Greenacres was the name.

“Now you got to be kiddin’ me.” Dan said as they rode up into the town. “Greenacres? Now, I dunno ‘bout you Blanco, but I don’t see one spec ‘o green ‘round this place.”

Dan rode up to the saloon, and tied Blanco up right outside the door. Then he began walking up the old, creaky steps. Before he could grab the handle on the door a man with a cigarette in his mouth said, “Now you best not go walkin’ in there, old man.”

Dan chuckled. “Now why the hell’s that? They got a rat infestation or something”

“No, but there’s about eight loaded colts in there just a waitin’ for you to go walkin’ in there so that they can blow your head off.” The man dropped the cigarette on the ground and stepped on it with his boots to put it out. As he did so, Dan caught a glimpse of a badge pinned on his chest.

“So you’re the sheriff of this town, huh? Why don’t you go in there and arrest those boys?”

“Well I can’t be goin’ around arresting people for crimes that they haven’t committed yet now can I? And besides, they’d shoot me just as fast as they would you if I walked in there and tried to do something ‘bout it.”

“You got a point there sheriff. I guess I won’t be doing’ no drinkin’ tonight then eh?”

“You’ve got that right. Now I’ll have to advise you to leave my town. Whatever’s goin’ on between you and them boys in there should be dealt with way the hell away from here. I don’t want to have to clean up any messes. Understood?”

Dan stroked his long, white beard for a moment in thought before he replied with, “With all do respect sheriff, them four boys stole four hundred dollars of my hard earned money, and I intend to get it back ‘fore they get themselves ‘cross the border.”

“Alright old man. I guess I won’t be able to convince you to leave, so I’ll just say this. Whatever trouble you cause this town will be paid for with your money, or maybe even your life. So I wouldn’t be goin’ around shooting people up around here.”

“ Yes sir, that’s understood. I’ll make sure my bullets don’t hit no windows.” Dan gave the sheriff a wink and then walked back down the steps to mount his horse. He brought Blanco about a hundred yards down the road to the inn and took him to the back. He didn’t want Jake, or any of the other boys for that matter seeing Blanco and then realizing that Dan was in town.

After he had tied down his horse, the old man walked out to the front of the inn building and stepped inside. A man was sitting at the desk reading the Holy Bible. The man looked to be in his mid-to-late thirties. He had dusty black hair, a button nose, and small, brass glasses that were about three-quarters of the way down his nose.

“How may I be of assistance kind gentleman?” Dan was taken aback when he heard this. Did he really just call him a “kind gentleman”?

“Uh, yeah, um. I need a room, preferably one on the second floor.”

“Sure, it’s five dollars a night. And we serve free breakfast every morning down here in the mainroom.” The man handed Dan a key with the number 20 engraved on it.

“Sure is a fancy hotel they got here.” Dan muttered under his breath. Then he walked down the hall and up the stairs to his room. He opened the door and stepped inside. Lighting a match, and several candles that were inside his room. The contents of the room were now visible to the old man. There was a wooden rocking chair in the far left corner. A dresser was set along one of the walls, and a small hay bed sat in the middle of the room.

He brought the rocking chair up to the window and sat down in it. He sat there for several hours and watched the door of the saloon, waiting for the boys to walk out. Then they all walked out at once. Dan unholstered both of his Smith and Wesson revolvers and slid the window open.

“Hey there Jake! How you doin’ down there?” Dan yelled down at Jake, the leader of the bunch.

“Old man! I’ve been expecting to see you!”

“I want my money and coin.”

Jake snickered loudly, throwing his head back as he did so. “Why don’t you just give up old man? You’re not going to get your money back. It’s four against one.”

“Now does it look like this is my first rodeo? I could shoot all yawl before you even drew your weapons.”

Again Jake snickered and said, “Well let’s see about that.”

Dan saw Jake’s hand go for his pistol. He pulled back the hammer on his own Smith and Wesson and let a bullet fly, striking Jake in the head. Then he let three more bullets fly, each of them hitting dead on target. In the matter of a second Dan had shot all four of the thieves. Then he said, “ Now what did I tell you?”

Dan was right. All of the pistols were still in the holsters. Old Man Dan truly was an expert marksman.


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