Steve's Log 38

The Missed Week

Taggart: We’ll work up a Number 6 on ‘em.
Hedley Lamarr: [frowns] “Number 6”? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with that one.
Taggart: Well, that’s where we go a-ridin’ into town, a-whompin’ and a-whumpin’ every livin’ thing that moves within an inch of its life. Except the women folks, of course.
Hedley Lamarr: You spare the women?
Taggart: Naw, we rape the shit out of them at the Number Six Dance later on.
Hedley Lamarr: Marvelous!

~Blazing Saddles

I had just returned to my room and found Sam looking rather irate. She wanted to know why she wasn’t invited to hunt the skinwalker. We argued and I walked out to get some air. She followed and smacked me in the back of the head. I turned on her in anger and grabbed her by the throat. She kneed me in the nads and though I fell to the ground in agony. I started laughing. Sam started laughing too.

We decided to go for a walk in the night. Outside of the town the stars were beautiful and the burning glow of the tent camp up on the hill was quite dazzling. We spoke at length about the future and about our companions. It was about this time that a few cowboys came stumbling out of the dark. I could smell the alcohol on their fetid breath. They pawed at Sam and I threw a punch before I even knew what I was doing. I don’t know what happened but I awoke in a ditch. My head was killing me. The sun was high above and I had no idea where the frak I was.

I went for my pistol and it was gone. So was my tomahawk and my cash. I stood and looked around. Sam was nowhere to be seen. It was then that I noticed my hat and boots were gone too. Anger swelled up inside of me and I had to sit and get myself under control. I looked around and found some horse tracks. I started to follow them. The blistering sun backed my skin and burned me. The lack of water left me parched and delirious. I don’t know how long I walked but it was for at least a couple of days. Finally I found the camp where I saw at least a dozen horses. I walked into camp without a thought for my safety. The first man to see me shouted a warning to his friends and drew his gun. I was on him before he knew what was happening. I shot three times and hit me once but my armored skin ate the bullet and my claws gutted the man. I turned and saw three more coming out of a tent . I ran at them as they drew and pummeled we with lead. My claws took two of them before the third one turned to run. I grabbed up a pistol and shot that fucker in his back. My Vampire ring was healing me fast. I no longer felt burned and my head was now clear.

By now the entire camp was up in arms. The fight that followed a was a blur of chaos. I gutted a couple but most died as I grabbed up the pistols from the dead and fired them until they were empty. Then I would toss them aside and move onto the next corpse. When I saw the horse riding away with Sam tied over the saddle, I shot the beast in the face. Sam and the rider bounced hard on the rocky cracked earth. I charged and the guy turned and plugged me twice with my own gun. The bullets ripped into me through my armor. He had the electrothermal ammo loaded and he knew how to use the gun. My upgrades killed the pain but I knew I was hurt and hurt bad. I charged and leaped high into the air. My fist want back, claws extended, and as I came down I powerdrived the wolvers into the chest of the cowboy. My hat flew from his head as he staggered back. Sam kicked his legs from behind and he tumbled to the ground. He yelled at me and I stopped. I know why I stopped but I did. He said, “ lets do this like men.” He was fucked up and I was fucked up but I wanted this to be done right. I picked up my pistol and looked at the cylinder. Three bullets left. He walked over to the horse and grabbed a gun belt with a .44-70 revolver. It was a monster gun that shot buffalo rounds. I knew if he hit, I was dead.

We both walked away from the carnage to get a clear field of play. I could hear the “pleased to meet you, hope you guess my name” playing in the back of my head. The sun was coming up over the horizon and was in my eyes. Sam spoke up and said something but I never heard her. As the man glanced at her, I think he was saying to shut up, I went for my gun. He saw it and went for his. I saw his gun flare to life as the man pitched over with a bullet that hit him in his left eye. The back of his head exploded and he fell to the ground in a heap. I had survived.

I gathered up Sam and she nursed my wounds. She told me the town was about two days to the east. We looted the camp, gathering up a dozen horses, some guns, and the stuff that had been stolen from me. Between them all we picked up about $200 which was far less than I had hoped. I grabbed that 45-70 revolver but the guy only had a dozen bullets for it.

The ride back to town was done mostly in silence. Sam never told me what happened to her and I didn’t ask. All I can say is that I am tired of men using Sam without her permission. I think I may have to start killing them just for looking at her. Fucking animals.

Colt Cougar 1865 Bullet Comparison 45-70 vs .44 Magnum vs 9mm



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