The doc looked up and shrugged after several tense minutes of investigation. â€œWhacks on the head are strange thingsâ€¦.Men donâ€™t always recover from them,  and even ifâ€™n they do they usually end up changed, if ya kenâ€™it? Heâ€™ll either recover or he wonâ€™tâ€¦â€ Doc said, closing up his bag and trying to exit the room as quickly as possible. â€œAn foreâ€™n you go an ask, I ainâ€™t got no beds down at my office neitherâ€¦Those Damned fellers been running amuck lately, they tore up the Oak Ridge boys, earlier this week and they are filling every bed I got, so you can skip asking me to take another â€˜drifterâ€™ inâ€¦..Lila, yer just gonna have to break that â€˜No male overnight guestsâ€™ rule for a while and let this one stayâ€¦sides He prolly wonâ€™t live anyway, If he does pass away, you send word and Iâ€™ll send a wagon over to put him in the paupers gravesâ€¦..Now I am real  busy so youâ€™ll haveâ€™ta scuse me, I am sure it wonâ€™t be long before those Damned bastards send more business my way.â€ Doc said in a huff and pushed passed, the staring bunch of girls gathered around the doorway, leaving the destitute and still nameless stranger in the care of a bunch of whores.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Mister Amersterdam was far too busy at the work in front of him on his expensive mahogany desk, to notice the approach of a group of his men passing the rough cut lumber ramparts outside his fortified mansion. He paid no mind of what went on out in the courtyard as the task he was embroidered in was too taxing to mind any interruption. Like in all things in his life he was capable of great concentration, during times of stress, as his hand worked fevorishishly to sketch the scene before him on a pad of artistâ€™s parchment.<br/><br/>The Voice of a young Mexican peasant girl calls out in pain, and he waves his gloved hand dismissively at his protesting model, before returning to his workâ€ AAAhhh. Pappi it hurtsâ€¦.too Grande, Pappiâ€¦.Mucho Grande!â€ She canâ€™t not hold back as she is pushed passed her limits.<br/><br/>Suddenly a knock at the door comes, and Marion lifts his heavy brow up from his sketching. â€œYES? What is it? I said I donâ€™t want to be disturbed!â€ He bellows at the still closed door, the volume loud enough to spoke the jackass a bit and his model whine in pain.<br/><br/>â€œSorry sirâ€¦.Important news..â€ The voice said, it was both apologetic and slightly perturbed.<br/><br/>â€œAll Rightâ€¦.Do come in but be quick about it Decker!â€ Mr. Amsterdam said as he cast his piece of charcoal aside and took a long drink of the large glass of wine on his desk. â€œYess welllllâ€¦.What is it? Donâ€™t keep me in suspense Deckerâ€¦.letâ€™s have it!â€<br/><br/><br/>The man that entered the room was Mr. Amsterdamâ€™s right hand man, and leader of the Damned, Decker Malloy. He wasnâ€™t all that large, but his frame was lean and muscled like lighting caught in manâ€™s skin. He carried two blu-steeled  naval issued 44â€™s with pearl handles, the show of decadence, only equal to his skill with them. Decker strode in and removed his hat, showing the devilishly handsome good looks of a man whom knew just how deadly he was. He was polite enough to only glance up briefly, at the pretty young Mexican girl with big titties that was being fucked by a mule on the other side of the room. Questions of how his boss had ever gotten the beast of burden up into the second story office in the first place raced through Deckerâ€™s mind, but he was smart enough not to dwell on the details and get right to business as he could see his employer wasnâ€™t in the mood to wait.<br/><br/>â€œAaahhh Yessirâ€¦Some of the boys just ran into a drifterâ€¦they said he was naked and had some gold on himâ€¦they relieved him of itâ€¦.looks like a good bitâ€¦.Unstamped tooâ€¦â€ Decker said as he pulled a cigarillo from his pocket and struck a match against his chaps, firing it up. His resolve was strong and he pretended to not even notice the sounds that the mule was making as his plowed its giant slong into the hapless girl.<br/><br/>â€œWell was he â€˜nakedâ€™...or was he carrying â€˜a bunch of goldâ€™, I donâ€™t see how you can do both!â€ Marion said as he picked up his charcoal and began sketching again. â€œDearâ€¦.Dear, could you do me a favor and just move a bit to your leftâ€¦the light is better over there. â€œ He nonchalantly issued orders to the moaning model.<br/><br/>â€œI guess it was bothâ€¦I donâ€™t knowâ€¦I wasnâ€™t thereâ€¦â€ Decker said and now the frustration in his voice was starting to show.<br/><br/>â€œWhat do you mean, you werenâ€™t â€˜thereâ€™? You are my number one guy and you werenâ€™t there to apprehend a naked man carrying a bunch of goldâ€¦.Why Decker dear boyâ€¦.What the fuck were you doing then?â€ Marion asked, barely even roused to pause sketching, he still hadnâ€™t even bothered looking Decker in the eyes.<br/><br/>â€œI had other engagementsâ€¦.pressing businessâ€¦..You know, like helping you run your little empireâ€¦BOSS!â€ Deck shot back, taking a deep pull of his cigar out of anger from the unspoken accusation.<br/><br/>â€œOK ok, I just have to check Decker, I know I pay you a handsome sum, but I still have to checkâ€¦.You arenâ€™t mad at me are you darling?â€ Marion cooed in a fake affectionate tone.<br/><br/>â€œFurthest thing from it bossâ€¦so what do you want me to do?â€ Decker snarled, obviously creeped out by the encounter.<br/><br/>â€œCount it outâ€¦.give me a totalâ€¦.then start snooping aroundâ€¦.see if you can quietly find out where the nameless drifter got it fromâ€¦.If itâ€™s clean, we can keep It, and if itâ€™s earmarked, weâ€™ll get a hefty rewardâ€¦I assume the naked man isnâ€™t going anywhere anytime soon?â€ Marion said before growing angry and ripping the sheet of parchment away only to then start anew.<br/><br/>â€œYeah boss you got itâ€¦.anything else? â€œ Decker said as he tried to leave the uncomfortable situation transpiring inside of the room.<br/><br/>â€œYESâ€¦Have the men find me some new modelsâ€¦.these Mexicans are altogether too hairy for my likingâ€¦.Letâ€™s have some local flavor!â€ Marion said as he drew his big howitzer-hand cannon from his hip and blew the tortured girlâ€™s brains out. The shot echoed through the house and the mule went berserk, bucking and kicking end tables over from the surprise.<br/><br/>â€œYessir!â€ Decker said as he strode out, no more disgusted than any other time heâ€™d been in his employerâ€™s office recently. It seemed that Mr. Amsterdam was becoming less and less in touch with his humanity, the more power he gained, and he was just getting started.