(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/0a/Rudy_reyes.jpeg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Santiago</span></span><br/>2518<br/>Joeyray's Cantina, Deadwood<br/><br/>I leaned back against the bar.<br/><br/>Watched Samson, and his soon-to-be-dead business acquaintance, Marcus, getting their talk on.<br/><br/>Me?  Was getting my drink on.<br/><br/><em>"Hey, Joey, play something nice will you."</em><br/><br/>This gorram song.  Never understood why Samson liked it so much.  His brother, Brock liked it too.  I silently toasted Brock, then tossed back the double of whiskey.<br/><br/>Without even a looking, I placed the glass back on the bar behind me.  The bartender took his cue and filled it back up.  Good man, that Joeyray.  Not like Marcus.<br/><br/><strong>"<em>Sheh sheh</em>,"</strong>I said to him in gratitude, and then I starting drinking that down, too.  Kept my eyes on the interaction before me.  Was only a matter of time before Marcus tried to pull out his unloaded gun.<br/><br/>Bang.  Samson shot him.  Didn't even make me flinch.<br/><br/>Marcus went on to explain the rationale for his sudden and inevitable betrayal.  Granted, Marcus was in a bad spot - give up Samson or get himself killed - but Marcus could have warned us.  Me and Brock... Samson... me and Samson... could have handled it.  Just like we handled lots of other situations.  Samson could have made a deal.  Or I could have come up with a more permanent solution to everyone's problems.<br/><br/>I'm sure Samson knew that Marcus was not being completely up front about everything.<br/><br/>Bang.  Shot him again.<br/><br/>Yep.  Samson knew, alright.<br/><br/><em>"I'm not going to kill you Marcus..."</em><br/><br/>I coughed up a bit of the drink that went down the wrong pipe and raised an eyebrow.<em>Juh shi suh mo go dohng shee?</em>*  Samson wasn't going to kill him?  After Marcus made it seem like he had too much business to handle and needed Samson to help with some work getting done, it turned out to be a set-up, a trap.  Me and Samson walked into an ambush, but managed to get out.  Now it was time for some payback.<br/><br/>Apparently, not in as much blood as I was hoping for.<br/><br/>But at least he got a ship out of it.<br/><br/>After Samson was done getting Marcus to sign his livelihood away, he got up and left.<br/><br/>Now it was my turn.  I walked up to Marcus, grabbed him out of his chair, and dragged him out the back of the bar.<br/><br/><strong>"Tried to get me killed, Marcus.  And for that, you going to pay.  Not just your ship neither.  With your life, too.  Samson said he ain't going to kill you.  Didn't say nothing about <em>me</em> letting you go.  Have you made your peace with god, <em>pendejo</em>?  Because you about to meet your maker."</strong><br/><br/>I pulled out my gun and pointed it at his head.<br/><br/><strong>"Bah, not worth the bullet.  Already got two in you."</strong><br/><br/>Marcus looked relieved for a moment.<br/><br/><strong>"Gonna kill you with my bare hands."</strong><br/><br/>From behind, I put Marcus into a choke hold.  He struggled, but it didn't matter none.<br/><br/><strong>"Go to sleep.  Marcus.  For good, this time.  Better this way.  Besides, me and Samson, we got away.  Them folks that ambushed us, they going to come for you.  Make you suffer more than just a pair of busted knees.  Have you give us up again.  Not happening.  No way, no how."</strong><br/><br/>When Marcus got all corpsified, I hung on a bit longer, to be sure.  I took some souvenirs off his body, then rejoined Samson.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><em>Juh shi suh mo go dohng shee?</em>- What the hell is this crap?<br/>