Hawk Is Back In Town: Western

By Sherman Lee

Hawk is back in Town - Western Short Story
34 pages

You like your Westerns wild? You like old towns where you meet the good, the bad, and the ugly, complete with harmonica?
Then walk right in and meet...
Hawk.
Hear it from himself, why he returned to Lick Skillet, Texas.
He's got a chip on his shoulder, a bone to pick, and an axe to grind? You got that right. Better don't stand in his way.
Especially if you're the mayor.
Then there's that woman he claims didn't hurt his feelings when she...
Well, put your Stetson on, have your gun close by, and read this explosive 34-page novella for yourself.
You won't regret it.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sharaya Lee
• Release date: Mar 28, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301643684

Sherman Lee

Sharaya and Sherman Lee are sharing a desk. If you liked Sherman's Westerns, you (or your wife) might also enjoy Sharaya's romances "She Came One Spring," "Can I Trust You?," and the "Blizzard Bride" stories. Also available here at Smashwords. You might also want to check out Lenny Davis, writer of Western romance.

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Hawk Is Back

In Town

An Old West Short Story

by

Sherman Lee

Copyright 2012 by Sherman Lee

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This story is a work of fiction.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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It’s true that I shot a man in Abilene.

I’m just mentioning it. Because if I don’t and folks find out about it, they might reckon I skipped town because of the misfit’s death. But I didn’t. I didn’t make a bolt for Lick Skillet because I shot a man. I didn’t make a bolt at all. I had designs to travel to Lick Skillet all along. The southern Lick Skillet. There’s another Lick Skillet in Kansas. I’m not talking about that one.

So, yes. I shot a man in Abilene.

Don’t even know his name.

But I paid for it.

One dollar, to be exact.

It was the fee you had to pay if they found you with a gun in Linklater’s saloon. The sheriff came and took it off of me—that dollar piece, not my six-shooter. I feel naked without it. Without my six-shooter. Never mind the dollar.

It dawned on all in Linklater’s saloon that I was packing heat when I fired it at that gamblin’ misfit. The misfit fell onto Linklater’s nice green poker table, leaked some bright red sangre onto the dollar pool in the middle, and expired. And when he slid off the table, taking the cards with him, and was lying in the sawdust, everybody could see that shotgun he was pointin’ at me under the table, because it lay right beside him.

Believe me or not. See if I care.

Sue Ellen—we’d been off and on now and then—slid off her stool by the counter and came over. She pulled the misfit’s sleeve back and everybody could see the aces he had in the hole there. That’s right. I don’t care if you believe me.

I got up and collected my winnin’s off the table. The bills that is. Sue Ellen waited until the blood was dry, then she scooped the coins up and washed them for me. If she kept a few, that’s fine with me. Sue Ellen is Sue Ellen. I took the bills, soiled as they were from the misfit, and paid the keeper what I owed.

I always pay what I owe.

When the sheriff came and saw what had happened, and who had died, he took my dollar off of me and that was the end of that.

That’s the way it was.

Come to think of it, I left them all the money I’d won that day—the coins Sue