The town of Heavenly Falls is a dying whore but something about it makes people want to continue to spark life back into it. Some of the town folk embrace this superficial sore of land while others treat it for what it is worth. In the past few days the death toll has risen, I assure you it has. It has been higher then it has ever been in the forsaken town and I am the reason. The whores, criminals and adulterers that were killed will not be missed. They had it coming, they were fu@king scum not even good enough to drink out of the same pale as the horses and they were dealt with real proper like. The others like the lawmen, doctors and church folk that went astray, those are the worst and they they get it even worse. Women, children, the old, the young, the portly and the slim. Everyone will be held accountable for their actions. The law has failed me once and their failure has blackened my heart but I will not fail this town. The Professional
Quickly he folded the parchment three ways and placed it on the table that was next to him. With his spare hand he turned the candle lighting the room so that the wax fell sealing the letter closed. He held up his arm holding the candle close to his face and began to scan the room. Death was in the air and some of the figures in the room were noticeable. A young deputy and his veteran partner along with cousins Wade, Frank and Clint Booth. The Booth boys were low level train crooks. They were planning to hit the post train with the help of the foul lawmen but The Pro prevented it. Around the room he saw the Booth Boys a round on each of their heads right between the eyes. They were dead in seconds but the lawmen that were crooked they felt their error tenfold. They laid died on the ground with bullet holes in each of their joints, both elbows and knees and finally the death sentence right between the eyes.
The Professional used potatoes over the barrel of his pistols to silence the guns shots which he left on the scene. He began to walk towards the front door with letter in hand. By now his weapons were holstered onto his long and slender waist and his hat was tipped down covering his eyes. He looked back as he reached the threshold of the door and flicked the letter onto the ground. He wanted the lawmen to see what he had done and he wanted everyone to know that these men died doing what they were doing. Setting the candle down he began to shut the door slowly and blew out the light leaving the cabin filled with dead bodies and no trace of where he might have went to.
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