Dan Dority was dead.

In the end Dan hesitated just a fatal second to say Johnny God Damn it no...!

And Johnny shotgunned his best friend.

Both barrels.

Blew him in a red mist of bright blood back onto the glass behind the bar, bottles broke, red speckled glass cracked.

"Fucking Johnny!" Silas said drawing firing and missing, firing and missing. A whore screamed collapsed spitting blood, rolling some miners dived under a table.

Johnny fumbling for shells, crying, raging. "He shouldn't have done what he done he shouldn't have done what he done."

"You stupid cocksucker..." Al was coming now. Down the stairs fast, in just his dirty underwear his dick and a knife out. "Stupid..."

The shotgun clicked shut. Johnny raised it. Screaming "You shouldn't have killed her..."

Then Silas shoot him in the head stepping close, pistol almost to his ear, and Johnny's brains flew across the Gem covering Al.

"Fucking Jesus Christ..." Al grabbed a blood splattered bottle from the bar. Drank deep. "Fucking stupid bastard all this over a cunt..and would have thought he had all these fucking brains. Ah...Doomed Fucking Dan"

"I gotta get out of this town..." Silas shaken said kneeling over dead Dority. "I gotta fucking go."

"Al what did you fucking do?" Trixie screamed from the doorway. "Johnny!"

Al drank deeper. His liver hurt, his legs were going bad, and his mind was filled with fire.

Bullock and a plump man in spectacles appeared in the doorway. Merrick mumbling, grabbing for a bottle.

"What the fuck happened?" Bullock grunted as the dying whore bled out. The easterner, the dandy cowboy, looked stunned.

Later Al sat alone,torch light dancing, with his whiskey and the Chief's head.

The carcass of Dority was propped in the corner a bottle in his hand.

Johnny and the whore went with Wu.

Pig fucking food and you make damn sure of that Al told Wu.

"Here's to you Dan you magnificent mean cocksucker. Laid low by a moron...as we all must fucking be in the end. And to you fucking Chief another magnificent doomed cocksucker..."

Silas was gone. Gone to California he said.

Utter had saw the wreckage and said he was leaving to maybe fucking somewhere like South America where people were not so fucking cunt crazed and mad eyed mean.

Utter hadn't been right since he found Cy and his whore dead. Big Mose outside, eyes bulging, throat slashed ear to ear. Joanie dead, shot, stabbed, slumped in a chair then finally Cy drunk doing himself....Charlie, running towards the screams, heaing his last laugh and choking cry then the shot.

Doc, hacking blood badly for months, had looked at the carnage and gone home and got drunk and died three days later. Wasted away, a sad skeleton grimacing and coughing out in a bloody bed.

But Doc had saved Sophie. Alma had been gone. Gone in her fucking mind anyway for a long time after Ellsworth. Sitting, staring, at nothing.

The girl growing and pained by dreams of the dead and the look of the living had stolen the sweet drink from Alma.

The girl had wandered to close to Cy when seeking the sweet drink. Cy was passing her a bottle asking her if she wanted work when Nuttal put the shotgun behind his ear.

"You'll die for that Tom.." Cy hissed as Doc grabbed the girl and packed her east with Alma.

"Want to die now cocksucker?" Nuttal said.

No one told Bullock. No one needed his rage. The days of rage were gone and politics and his pal Roosevelt beckoned him.

Though Bullock had left for Denver City when someone in New York had telegraphed that Sophie had run away west. Maybe Denver, maybe San Francisco..maybe Old Mexico.

No one ever found her. Just another soul being sucked away west. Another lost soul haunting Bullock's nights.

Alone ine the bar with his beloved dead Al waved the orange torch and the black bottle.

Even Trixie had gone, gone with her fucking Jew to eat with the oh so fucking lovely Bullocks.

"Nothing like a civilized fucking whore..." Al shouted to dead Dan. "Nothing like a mad cunt to get you murdered."

"Fucking civilization has no place for us. Not me or you Dan and certainly not for the fucking heathen Chief. Nor for Wild Fucking Bill Hickok that town taming, whore fucking, dead cocksucker...no place for him...Back of the fucking head was best."

"It all seems a fucking dream with in a fucking dream, eh, Dan or a fucking nightmare within a fucking nightmare, ain't that right Chief? Here's to the bloody fucking future and the cocksuckers bleeding us out...always bleeding us out!"

"Another one Dan you dead limber dicked cocksucker...No? We'll I'll take it then. Well fucking Chief looks like we go like your doom seeking fucking heathen brethren..."

Al poured a bottle on the dead Chief's head.

"A drink Chief? Time flies like a fucking falcon doesn't it chief? Cheers chief! To Custer fuck him and his...You, and your heathen hordes, did for him didn't you? Loud mouth bastard had it coming but don't we all?

"Well Dan, Chief, this is goodbye. Up the fucking trail time, leave the land to the fucking Jew and his cock breathed whore and the up fucking standing Bullocks..."

Al finished the bottle. Smashed it. Grabbed a few more.

"Good bye chief...enjoy the Happy Fucking Heathen Hunting ground..Good bye Dan!"

Al lighted the decayed Chiefs head and then the bar.

Al looked back once and did a little mad dance as the Chief's head melted into a lunatic grin.

A single tear, or perhaps simple sweat, ran down Al's smoke blackened cheek as he pushed through the door.

Outside a drunk cursing Jane, in the thick mud, was nursing a battered, moaning EB who Al had beaten badly, and thrown in a puddle, earlier for inquiring about Dan's estate.

Al climbed painfully on his wagon. His team snorted.

"Shut the fuck up." he said

He stared at Jane who shouted drunken oaths at him as the Gem erupted in flames behind them.

"Shut the fuck up..." Al said and tossed her a bottle.

Al drank as the flames danced. He reached in the back and grabbed something. Something live.

"Here you always need something to fucking nurse...so nurse this fucking bar hound."

The dog landed with a splash, yelping in the mud beside Jane.

"What a fucking town...." Al said and whipped the horses as the beams of the Gem collapsed and a fire truck and frenzied firemen, rolled towards the flames. Somewhere Bullock was shouting commands.

"Fuck civilization..." Al said and lifted the bottle to the red moon. "It sure fucked us..."

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Edited by boonedog at 08/26/2009 8:00 AM PDT