And Now, Three Zebras Chasing A Lion

…there may be baboons later

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The Doclopedia #1,820

Why I Did It…: Dropped Off The Package

Courtesy of Mark Ford

So yeah, buddy, I was paid to drop off that package. You’d have taken the job, too, for 300 bills. It was a pretty easy thing, ya know? I picked up the package from a warehouse down by the docks, then drove it over to Rocktown. Yeah, it took me three hours round trip. Would have taken me twice that during rush hour, but this was late at night. So I drop off the box…what?…yeah, it was a box. I dunno, maybe 18 inches on a side. Kind of heavy for it’s size. Warm, to, now that I think of it.

But, you know, I drop it off with the guy at the…doctor’s office, I think. Looked like that sort of place, anyway. Then I stop off at a burger joint to grab a burger and a malt, then I come back and meet Joey Fish at the Blue Room, then I’m heading home 300 bucks richer.

And that’s why I dropped off the package. My hand? Huh, never noticed that. Probably just a rash. Anyway, I’ll see you later.

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The Doclopedia #1,821

Why I Did It…: Shot the Sheriff

Courtesy of Sasha Jane Cross

You bet I shot that son of a bitch! He was a damned crook, a blackmailer and a murderer. He was in the hip pocket of Big Luke McKay, Sable Katy and that bastard at the bank, Elkins. If they needed dirt done to somebody, Sheriff Sam Buck was their boy.

Yesterday, when I saw him heading out to Widow Green’s farm, I knew he was going there to force her to sell the place. Once she sold, the rest of those sodbusters out in Long Valley would fold up and do the same. Then, when it’s announced that the railroad is gonna be coming through there, all those big landowners are going to get even richer.

So I met him about a mile from her place and told him he could either turn and ride west out of the territory or he could slap leather. Turns out, he was either braver or stupider than I thought. I’m, leaning toward stupid, because he missed me by a mile and I shot him clean through the chest.

So yeah, Mr. Babcock, I’d appreciate it if you and your boy would haul the body back to town. Here’s a five dollar gold piece for your trouble. You tell folks that I did it and I’m coming after McKay, Elkins and Sable Katy next. That ought to make those bastards lose some sleep.