Arizona BlueGunfigher: Showdown on Main Street Chapter Two

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter
Showdown on Main Street
[Chapter Two, to: Mexican Stand-off

Blue, heafter tending to his horse went down Main Street towards the end of town, where Lolas Boarding House was. She had a fancy sign outside, and the extension she was working on some years back was already built. She was looking out her front bay-window when Blue pulled up. The place had a walkway going halfway around the building now, it hadnt before. It was impressive, thought Blue.

As she noticed Blue standing outside looking in, she ran to the white picked-fence along side her wooden sidewalk, and opened up her arms to hug him, saying:

OH Dios mo, mi amorcito volvio.

After the hug, she commented:

Que bueno verlo de nuevo seor Blue, then shifted to English: do you plan on staying for a while, oh I hope so! She was smiling with a tear in her right eye.

Yes my dear pretty young espaola gal; for the winter months at least.

Thought Blu e as she let go from the hugging him: she really knows how to hug Do yaw hav a roo-mm far rent?

Sure enough dotienes suficiente dinero para pagar el cuarto?

You do haw (a murmur0 good! replied Blue.

Come on in, srvete caf, its still early.

Replied Blue: Gracias, querida

And so Blue followed her into the house. As he looked aboutsure enough, there was the Seth Thomas Clock he bought for her when she first opened up her house doors to the public; it was a fancy 1870 model, he was proud to see she had it hanging on the wall in the hallway.

Do you miss Juneau? asked Blue, which was the city in Alaska, where they first met.

S, siempre extraare Juneau, Mr. Blue, it was a beautiful place, and time, bonito lugar

Yaw, it sure was, especially that lovely glacier you liked.

You mean the Mandenhall? asked Lola.

Yaw, I guess that sounds like the thing, it was a lot of ice on ice.

They both sat in the kitchen having c offee. Lola was as happy as a ten-year old school girl who just got her first boyfriend; same her Negro help was in the barn with her father milking the cow and cleaning out the stalls. But Lola would tell them when they came in the good news, or perhaps not so good, as her father did not like gunslingers, in particular; but Lola was no dumbly, she knew he was a wanderer. He would never stay in one place too long, but it would be long enough for her she felt, plus she was lost in the moment. He was the fist man she had ever made love tothe very first. And she could never find another quite like him.

Got to find a job before winter comes, and settle down for a spill, I guess, said Blue.

Theres a horse rancher outside of town cerca a dos millas de aqu, he seems always to be hiring and firing cowhands and so forth, you know repair men for the fences and all.

Blue thought about the two cowboys in the saloon, Yaw, I had a run in with a few guys in the befor e he could finish Lola commented:

Todo listo she said [All ready? Then she went quiet.

Ill show you to your room. Necesitas baarte [both, Baja cuando estes listo, Calentare agua.

Wheres the wood kept now asked Blue. She laughed. He laughed.

In my room? [si quieres calentarte, tienes que ir alli.

-Blue smiled, saying: Aw, youre still my gal I see!

Blue, its always been you, slo t. And she grabbed a key, and they walked to the second floor, room #4.

Blue fell, face first down unto the bed, fell to sleep like a dead mouse on the prairie, roasted by the sun. It was three hours later when he woke up; he heard some talking going on in the street. He looked out the window, up the street, there were five men chatting to a lady.

Looks like trouble, Blue mumbled somewhat to himself, wiping his face with a hand towel; he looked about; Lola must had went out for a spell.

As Blue readied himself to go up the block the makeshi ft-sheriff was standing in his office, about 200-feet from the happening, where the five men had cornered a Chinese woman in the middle of the street. It was an hour past noon, and they had just left the Gem Saloon. The sheriff didnt budge from his window to get involved. Chinese were not the most protected to him, matter-of-fact, they were quite the opposite. Plus these guys were a bad bunch, as was the whole town, and his belief was, keep them off the streets or they are fair game for any drunk wanting a free whore, although she wasnt a whore. But the way the town folks thought in Deadwood, was simple: there is no law, and so if I can I will, and if you cant stop me, all the better. They worked at the Golden T. Ranch, just outside of town. The one Lola had suggested Blue find a job at.

Lola now was standing out by her gate looking up the street. The men were pushing the Chinese woman around, she was but sixteen or seventeen thought Lola. She was tripping to her knees as they were having a game with her, pushing her, and grabbing her as they fell into their arms. She was getting bruised and dirty from the dusty road, thick with dried up mud. She was caught in the middle of their circle in the middle of the street, laughing, and pulling at her blouse and dress; saying:

Give me a little.

She didnt understand what was happening, or what they were saying; but she was telling them something in Chinese. As Blue came out the door, Lola asked what is she saying, Blue listened he had been around enough dope houses to understand some Chinese and the woman kept yelling; said Blue to Lola in Spanish:

Oh Dios mo too, me quieren violar, aydenmeaydenme, help me! [Oh my God help me Lola knew the woman was being rapped.

Shes saying, Oh my god Blue,

I know. Said Blue again, The men are starting to rape her.

I know, she started to cry, both Lola and the Chinese cried. He knew he shouldnt get involved with the towns affairs, Chinese were to the whites were a lesser breed, and some may not take kindly to interfering. On the other hand, it was being done in public, and could start a little town war, for there was a section of Chinese, that could hold their own, perhaps not against the whole town though.

Blue stood still, not wanting to get involved, and Lolas tears started coming down her cheeks. She couldnt look at Blue, if she did, she knew he would go on her behalf and help the woman, and she really didnt want to be beholding to him in such a manner, and cause trouble. The men could burn her house down also, and that was her livelihood, burn it down after Blue left. The young lady was now on the dirt, dress half up, and the men closing in on the circle.

I got to go get a shave, Lola, be back soon, said Blue.

She couldnt say a word, she was stone-still, beguile on the whole thing; there had been many rapes she heard about, but she was never so close to one, and helpless. As Blue walked up the street, about to walk past the circle in the middle of the street, the men had torn her blouse half off, her breasts were exposed, and another man had tripped her to where she had fallen back down again, for the umpteenth time, and another had opened his pants, and jumped on her as if he was ready.

Two of the men held her, one holding her head, another her two her legs, as the bearded one, tall and heavy, turned to look at his fellow comrades, with a smirk on his face about to say something, and she started screaming. Several women standing by watching with their husbands started pulling them away, in case they decided to help, or in anyway get involved.

Several other young men stood by in curiosity, but started to back off as Blue stepped in. No one helped. The man was doing what he came to do, as she screamed, as all the other four drunks were watching; now Blue came behind them. With one had he pulled the mans hair b ack and pistil whipped him, and the woman rolled over to her side, the man did not complete his task, and then as he lay bloody on the ground, he asked the other four drunks:

Whos next! and shot a hole in the foot of one for saying Me. And the three ran like snakes that were being drowned out of their holes; jumping running falling as Blue shot two bullets past their heads. You could her breeze of the bullets.

The woman started to push her body up, she was thin, with long black silky hair; too young to be walking along Blue thought. She was breathing hard, but had spunk, she spit at the men as they ran, and at the man lying down pistol-whipped.

Kick him! Blue told the lady, and she scratched his eyes so bad they tore open the eyelids.

Me name Ming she said, drying her tears with her long hair. Had she not been beaten so badthought Blueshe was a foxy looking young lady; but Blue was old enough to be her father, he was born the same year, Mark Twain w as, 1835, so his mother used to tell him.

Its about time sheriff, where yaw been, watching the show? said Blue.

Thats not even nice, replied the young sheriff.

Right about now, Blue had enough of the sheriff and backtalk,

You want some? asked Blue, stepping back as to give them room for a shootout. The sheriff just looked. He was being called on. That was not what he expected. Blue turned a half foot.

I said you want some, sheriff. Everyone looked; the man on the ground crawled as fast as a wounded squirrel to the nearest sidewalk.

No, no, I guess I should have been out here, I, Idont know. I mean, I get really dont get paid, I mean the bar owners and a few of the city businesses own me, Im no real sheriff, Im just their secret image they want to show folks who come into town, like the government. This is all Indian land.

Blue knew all this already, that is why he was calling him on, he was a nobody, trying to play a so mebody, with it suited the businesses, or ranchers; and hungry gold suckers in the mountains; all illegally trespassing on Indian land.

Well I do know youre a coward, or a bad sheriff, said Blue, to add more injury to the previous insult. But Thomas Adams knew well enough, he was not getting paid to fight a troubleshooting gunslinger that had been totting guns for twenty-five years. The name of the game was getting rich and staying alive. He knew Blue, like Wild Bill, and Billy the Kid, and the rest of the gunslingers would all have their day, he didnt need to bring it on any sooner.

I think Im more of a bad sheriff, than the coward. But no one would want a showdown with youthat is, no one in their right mind. Said Thomas.

The other men having heard that quickly left well enough alone also, for a few were thinking of stepping in. Plus, the white man was alive, and a good beating never hurt anyone, so was their new thinking.

Said the sheriff [with a low voice Its best you boys are on your way now as he approached the three drunks, and he added, Pick up your buddy on the way out, you can drink tomorrow when things are a little quieter, ok? They didnt answer, they just found their horses, and threw their buddy over his saddle, grabbed the reins, and left town.

Lola came running up. Ests bien? You ok, Blue?

The sheriff now standing on the wooden sidewalk by his office a hundred feet or so from them, sarcastically said,

Hes the only one ok, and left to go into his office before Blue could retaliate.

Gracias Blue Lola cried. Nadie quera ayudarla Right in the middle of day a rape, what is this place coming to? Lola said with a kind of refreshing voice.

As Blue headed to the barber shop, he thought in his head, when will this day ever end.

Blue! called the Sheriff, you need a job, be my deputy.

What, said Blue? [Rhetorically

Id make you sheriff, but it has to come by a vote of the town. But Ill do as you say and we can both kind run the town, and get paid. This town is getting too wild for me and you need a job unless you want to dig for gold, or mend fences?

Ill think about it, said Blue.

Please do said the sheriff, I dont like what happened, but sometimes you know if you step in youre dead. And a dead sheriff only ends up on boot hill.

Blue knew he made sense, but didnt like the coward part of him,

Yaw, perhaps, for four or five monthsonly.

Thanks come down to the office when youre done. If youre going to the barber, tell him to put it on the citys tab.

Blue smiled, it was the only thing other than Lola that was the good part of the day, a free haircut and now hed add a shave onto it. And being a lawman for a few months was better than running horses, or mending fences or digging for gold, and he wasnt much of a gambler; a drinker he was. But he was just going through town, just needed a job for winte r, around the corner. Plus his chance for working at the Golden T. Ranch was most likely in question now anyhow.

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