Butch Hamilton: A Short Story

The year was 1874, diseases were raging, people were ignorant and killed each other left right and center, well, at least in the american west they did. And Butch Hamilton was no exception, in fact, he killed people for a living, not that he was a bad guy or anything, just bounty hunting was a good way to make a living, at least that’s how Butch saw it, of course he didn’t really have much of a tolerance for anything that wasn’t easy for him to do or didn’t pay a lot of money. So for him, taking people out that have committed crimes for large sums of money was a perfect job. He always made sure he would come back alive from a job though, he never went after someone that was considered a big deal, and he never took a job that he considered

Butch was starting to slip out of consciousness again, he desperately tried to hold onto reality, he knew if he passed out know he wouldn’t wake up again. His mouth was now filling up with blood, his chest starting to lose feeling entirely, and his leg aching with the knife still embedded in it and his hands, although cold and numb, were unbound. He had no weapons, they were all lying in the corner of the cabin, but without them he still wasn’t completely inadequate. Butch began to formulate a plan, if he was going to die here, this bastard was going to die with him. He looked up at the man and spit, shooting all of the blood from his mouth straight into the man's eyes, in the quick moment of surprise and disgust the strange man had, Butch ripped the knife from his thigh, pausing briefly afterwards to try and fight back the excruciating pain, the quickly jabbing the knife into the man’s stomach, he then pulled the pistol from the holster on the man’s side and pointed it at the stranger, and started firing, the first bullet hit his stomach, the second hit his shoulder, then his leg, then the hip, the chest, then the face. The entire weapons ammunition gone, each bullet landing a hit, the man was dead. And soon so will Butch. But at the moment, he didn’t care, he just wanted to lay down and fall asleep, he may not be able to use that money, but he did triumph over his opponent. In his last minutes Butch watched the blood leak from the strange mans body and wondered who he may have been, why he was worth so much money dead, he also wondered how stupid he, himself, had to have been to violate the simplest rules he needed to follow to stay