Chapter 30
Billy was within one hundred feet of the car ahead of them. With a sudden burst of speed, he rammed the car from behind, causing it to swerve violently.
“What the fuck was that?” Miller yelled as he gripped the steering wheel, trying to regain control of the car.
He had just gotten the car under control when they were rammed again by the pick up truck behind them. This time the car moved across the centre of the road and went into the ditch on the far side of the road. You could hear the crunch of metal as the car ran into a fence that was alongside the road.
Before they had a chance to get out of the car, they saw that there were four men getting out of the truck. They were coming towards them, and none of them looked to be friendly. O’Reilly was about to get out, when Miller shouted.
“He’s got a gun!”
Just then a shot rang out, and three of the men stopped in their tracks. They seemed as much in shock as Miller and O’Reilly did. One of the men grabbed the man with the gun, and tried to wrestle it from him.
O’Reilly took this opportunity to get out of the car on the side away from the commotion and drew his gun. Miller was close behind with his revolver drawn as well.
“What the fuck are you doin’ Joe Bob? We were supposed to mess ‘em up a little, is all. No one was supposed to be carrying.”
“It ain’t mine. It’s your brother’s.”
Just as he was about to say something else, a shot rang out and his head flew back, a gaping hole in the back of his skull. He crumpled to the ground, bits of brain matter and blood surrounding him. O’Reilly had taken the farm boy’s head practically clean off with one shot. He fired two more quick shots before Miller even had a chance to get one off.
Jethro, the biggest of the four, took one shot to the leg, and another shot to the chest. He too went down in a heap. Zack and Billy cowered behind their vehicle and yelled to not shoot, that they weren’t armed.
“Come out with your hands up, now!”
The brothers did as they were told, put their hands up, and both were shaking. Billy was turning white and it looked like he was about to pass out. O’Reilly approached them; his gun pointing at one and Miller at the other one.
“Please mister, don’t kill us. We were just going to teach you a lesson, is all. No one was supposed to have a gun.”
It was Billy who spoke. Funny that he should say something like that. After all, it was his gun. Whether he was intending to use it today ornot, no one knows. The point of the matter is, he was scared shitless, and he didn’t want them to know that it was he that was packing, and Joe Bob had it because he had dropped it. He figured that if they knew it was his, they would probably kill him as well.
He was right to be concerned about such things, because like I said before, O’Reilly would shoot first, and ask questions later. He was just looking for an excuse to put a bullet in this boy’s head.
Zack looked at Billy, knowing that it was in fact Billy’s gun which had precipitated the situation that they were now in. He said nothing. He saw the look in O’Reilly’s eyes, and he didn’t want to make things worse than they already were. He thought that if they could get out of this situation alive, he would have a talk with Billy about how stupid he was to bring his gun along.
“Who are you working for and what is this all about?” O’Reillysnarled at Billy. “Speak up or I’ll put a bullet in you right now.”
Billy said nothing, and with a wink of an eye, the inspector hit him across the right temple with his gun. There was a sickening, crunching sound as bone shattered in Billy’s face.
He dropped to his knees, grabbing his head and shrieking in pain. Blood poured through his fingers. Zack went to help him, but O’Reillyordered him to stop.
“Screw you. I already told you that we were just supposed to rough you up a little, is all. No one was supposed to get dead.”
O’Reilly shot Zack just above the knee. He crumpled in a heap, screaming in agony. Miller made no attempt to stop his boss. As I said before, O’Reilly would shoot first, and ask questions later.
“Now, answer my question. Who are you working for? And no more of your bull shit, or I’m going to put another bullet in you.”
“Okay, okay” Zack panted, tears coming to his eyes because of hispain. “It was Sheriff Higgins. He told us to teach you two a lesson, that’s all.”
“Sheriff Higgins. Why would he want you to come after us?”
“I don’t know. All he said was that we should come have a talk with you and teach you mid western justice. He didn’t like you poking your nose in an old unsolved case. He isn’t a man to be taken lightly. We had to do what he said. Nobody crosses the boss and gets away with it.”
“Nobody crosses me and gets away with it, you little shit. Youshould have stayed home today.”
O’Reilly turned to his partner. “Miller, I guess we’re going to have to pay Higgins another visit, and find out what he’s hiding. It might prove to be interesting to see the look on his face when we show up back at his office without even a scratch on us.”
“Yeah, it’ll be interesting all right.”
O’Reilly turned back to Zack. “I told you that you shouldn’t have crossed me.”
The last thing that Zack saw was O’Reilly aiming his gun and pulling the trigger. He tried to scream, but O’Reilly shot him in the face. Billy looked up, tried to run, but Miller shot him before he had taken two steps.
“There’s no such thing as mid western justice. The only typearound here is O’Reilly, Miller justice.”
Miller laughed. He and his boss had done this upon a few occasions. Most times, it was to people who really deserved it, but if you were in the wrong place at the wrong time, you might just get some as well.
“You’re right boss. It’s O’Reilly, Miller justice.”
They both laughed at that as they got back into their car. They weren’t sure if it was going to start after being rammed into the fence, but after a couple of tries, the engine fired up. They turned around and headed back into town to have a talk with the sheriff and maybe they would show him some O’Reilly, Miller justice.
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