He came riding in from the south side of the town. He rode slowly looking around. He wore a long trail coat pushed back at the right side to expose the Colt 44 hanging low on his hip. The people moved out of the way and watched him with worried looks. "Outlaw, on the run." Came whispers. "Here to do something." He continued to ride down the street to the main street of the town on his jet black stallion. His wide brimmed hat was lowered low over his forehead putting his eyes in the shadows of it. Dangling from his lips was a lit cigerello, a form of a small, thin cigar.<br/><br/>He stopped infront of the McBay Saloon and eased down out of the saddle, wraping the reigns a couple of times around the hitching post in front of the saloon. As he assended the three steps to the wooden sidewalk, the sound of his jingling spurs, and the heave tread of his booted feet could be heard. People stopped and backed away and walked out into the street to go around him. No one wanted to mess with him. He had that look about him that aid if you messed with him you were dead.<br/><br/>Pushing the saloon doors opened he looked around and stepped inside. His eyes scanned the room and the people sitting, drinking, playing cards or just talking. Most had guns strapped on, but none were fast or willing to try any thing. A thin smile touched his lips as he approached the bar and said "Whisky." in a low voice to the barkeep. The man pulled out a bottle and a shot glass and filled it. The Stranger took out of a pocket money and placed it on the bar and then took the glass in hand and raised it to his lips and downed it.<br/><br/>With a sigh he put the glass down and raised his head to look at the barkeep. "Looking for a man. Goes by the name Red. You know of him?" again his voice was low.<br/><br/>"Yeah." the barkeep said, "He is down at the whore house." he was a bit nervous, for Red was a killer. He had twenty notches on his gun handle.<br/><br/>At that time the town's sheriff entered the saloon and cautiously approached the Bar. "What is your busness here stranger." he said in a voice that held a bit of fear in it.<br/><br/>The Stranger grinned and slowly turned towards the Sheriff. The Sheriff was overweight and didn't look like he could take care of much. Probably mostly taking care of drunks and the like, keep the peace to some degree, but that was about it. The Stranger drew back the long tan coat at his left side to reveal a badge pinned to a tan vest. "Name is Jed Walker, Texas Ranger. I am here to take back a murder, Red, alive or dead, doesn't matter to me. If you would be so kind as to send word to him that I am here and if he wishes to give himself up he is to come here unarmed and be ready to ride. If not then he is to meet me in the street in an hour."<br/><br/>He then turned to the barkeep pushing the shot glass towards him, "Another." he put more money on the bar and waited for the drink. Now word began to circulate that a Texas Ranger was there to take Red back dead or alive. Many shook their heads knowing that they handsome Ranger was about to meet his death. Red had killed twenty men who tried to take him in and they figured the Ranger would be twenty one.<br/><br/>The hour passed quickly and Jed walked out of the saloon and into the street, putting his trail coat over his saddle on the way. He losened his gun in his holster and walked to the middle of the street. People rand from the streets to go inside shops or anywhere where they could be off the street and watch. Jed stood there and waited. It was not long before Red, a man with curly red hair walked out into the street and started walking in Jed's direction. He had an arrogant look about him as if he thought of himself the fastest gun alive. Twenty had tried and died, and the Ranger was no better then them. There was fourty paces between them when Red stopped and time seemed to slow down as the two stood there staring at each other. Red went for his gun, but he didn't even clear leather before a bullet ripped through his chest knocking him back and off his feet to land on his back in the dusty street. Jed stood there smoking gun in hand.<br/><br/>The people could not believe the swiftness of the Ranger. None had seen some one draw and fire that fast. Twirling the gun about he holstered it and walked forward to the dead body of Red. He looked at the people begining to come out and form a circle around them. He looked up and saw who must be the mayor of the town. "Put him in a pine box and put him on the train to Houstin. Send the bill to the Texas Rangers and you will be paid." Jed told them. He reached down and took the pistol belt and gun and warpped it up. He would take it since Red would not be needing it.<br/><br/>The shierff was there and Jed turned and took the badge off the man's vest and tossed it to the mayor. "Think you need a new Sheriff Mayor. One that won't allow such like that in town." He then turned and made his way towards the Hotel where there was a place to eat.