Wild West - Part 19 - 5 minute freewrite challenge

“Anyway, Tom, tell me, what was your first job like?”

Tom thought for a second before answering. “Job as in job or do you mean my first kill?”

“Why not tell me both.”

“My first kill was a rabbit, actually,” Tom laughed, “I was into pickpocketing as a kid, but at some point I got tired of stealing half-empty wallets and golden watches I couldn’t sell, so one time I stole a gun off someone random in town. It was the first time I ever held a gun, and the very first shot I ever fired landed right in the head of a goddamn rabbit. That’s when I knew I had it in me. No kid just picks up a gun and kills a moving target with his first shot.”

“How old were you then?” James got very interested.

“9. Barely knew how to read, but sure knew how to fire a gun. Three days later, on a Saturday morning, the very same guy I stole the gun from rode his horse to our house and instead of beating the living shit out of me, he offered me $50 to go with him and get rid of some drunken bastard down South. I figured it was easy money, told Rosanne I was going out with my best friend Robby and that I’ll be home by 7. We rode to his house and caught him beating his wife. I didn’t feel anything when I fired, didn’t even blink. Packed $50, was home at 6, and had a job waiting for me next Saturday. You? What was your first kill?”

James laughed to himself. “Exactly the same. No joke. Only that the week later Ducköden showed up instead of… Wyatt, was it?”

“You’re not serious, right? He even used the same names? Holy shit.”