It was quiet when I first walked in. No other customers, just me and the rebel barber, the summer heat only making me long for a cool drink. He began to shake. Maybe he believed he could conceal the slight tremble in his hands. It didn’t work, I have much too sharp of an eye. Now when was the last time we had seen each other? Oh yes, the hanging. I am sure we hang at least one of his rebel friends, but such filth needed to be eradicated. At least that’s what is constantly being drilled into my head. I remember, this barber could not sit through the whole hanging. I think it was my fault really. I did order some target practice on the dead bodies. Pity really, I got a couple of good shots on his best friend. I asked for a shave, my deep voice …show more content…
But, I doubt that he did, and if he had, he chose to ignore it. That was a thing I always found fascinating about humans. We always ignore or try to shape it into something better. Positivity did nothing for a man like me. Just a mere couple of days ago I had been ordered to kill a band of rebels. They had been stirring up a real holler so it was time to call up the big guns. Ted and I, along with a couple of Redd’s men saddled up and headed on up to town. My gang had to chase the band out into the deep forest before being able to make a move. Those buggers knew how to hide, I had to give that to them. I was the one who shot down the first guy, and the next. I can still hear the screams of their girls. It echoes in my mind, like the sound of my horse’s hooves nipping at the heels of rebels. The gunshots still gives me shivers. Another question. This time he asked how many we caught. Was it fourteen? I stopped counting when the bodies fell and the good ones were caught. Why was he even curious? Our men wouldn’t care if we lost a group. Well maybe they’d be upset because we lost valuable resources. But it was just people, right? A couple of humans lost only added to the greater good, right? I think? I hope? Now why am I questioning the words