Butterfield shakes his head and stammers a little through the words. He wasn't there to see Dan fall but he saw the body afterwards, those bloodstains on his shirt, the dark red earth next to the train tracks when they picked him up off the ground.
"I...you're..."
Dan sighs, irritated.
"Dead. Yeah, I know. Trust me."
He removes the gun from Butterfield's temple for a moment and sits back on his heels, to study him.
"You lied to me. I don't like liars," he repeats, an odd calm settling over his face. "Especially when their lies hurt my wife and my boys. Now here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna let you go on to Bisbee and you're gonna give my wife two thousand dollars and those water rights, right soon as you get into town."
He pauses.
"And then, you're gonna go find yourself a doctor," and Dan flicks his head to the side, to Butterfield's blown knee, and without hesitation, he levels the revolver at the joint.
"Because you're gonna need one for that leg, there."
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Date: 2008-07-08 09:47 am (UTC)"I...you're..."
Dan sighs, irritated.
"Dead. Yeah, I know. Trust me."
He removes the gun from Butterfield's temple for a moment and sits back on his heels, to study him.
"You lied to me. I don't like liars," he repeats, an odd calm settling over his face. "Especially when their lies hurt my wife and my boys. Now here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna let you go on to Bisbee and you're gonna give my wife two thousand dollars and those water rights, right soon as you get into town."
He pauses.
"And then, you're gonna go find yourself a doctor," and Dan flicks his head to the side, to Butterfield's blown knee, and without hesitation, he levels the revolver at the joint.
"Because you're gonna need one for that leg, there."
And pulls the trigger.