PacNorWest
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#360
Corbin chuckled to himself, as he arranged his bedroll. As a precaution, he didn't remove his clothes or boots, and was glad when Mason woke him by tapping on his foot. The two wagons were staged back to back, and the young man was standing on his back step, leaning over and tapping insistently on Corbin's boot.
It was as dark as the inside of a motorman's glove, but it was the sounds, that had the two Atwoods on high alert.
Drunken voices mumbled and swore, as at least two men tried to find their 'easy pickens' as they called them.
"Conn, I can't see where the hell I'm goin. "Er ya sure these dudes had money?"
"Hesh Ralph, you want to let them know we're comin, Yer the blamdest blabbermouth I ever heard." Conn stumbled around and squealed like a little girl when Corbin poked him in the ribs with the rifle barrel.
"Wadda ya mean I'm a blabbermouth, you ever listen to yerself right now. You sound like some little girl that had her pet cat mashed." that rant ended when Mason jammed his rifle barrel in the man's stomach.
"Here now, don't you be swinging on me, you mangy idiot. I got rights,...ya know." the man's voice tapered off when Corbin growled at them to stand still with their hands up.
"I cain't," the man whined, "I gotta bad shoulder and cain't get my hand up as far as my shoulder." Mason gave the sniveling man a whack on the head with his pistol butt. There was a sound as the man went down in a heap.
"He walked into a whack on the head. Shaddup, or you're next;" Mason adopted Corbin's growl
"Ralph, Ralph, where are ya, don't you go getting pussyfooted on me and head back to town. Waddya do, walk into sumthin?" The woozy-boozy voice tried to be in control, as he dumbly repeated Mason's instructions.
"Whack him," Corbin's voice was tinged with impatience and anger. Mason seemed a little eager to comply, as he promptly followed Uncle's instructions.
"We need to gag and tie them up. Nothing makes me angrier than to have my sleep interrupted by a couple of drunk idiots." Corbin was snarling and that made even Mason want to stay out of his way.
Corbin held the flashlight while Mason trussed up the intruders and drug them away from the wagons. "We'll let them go in the morning, let's go back to sleep, I don't think we need to continue a watch," Corbin stated forcefully as he crawled back into his wagon; leaving Mason to wonder how the old man could be so positive they were done with incoming raiders.
Corbin chuckled to himself, as he arranged his bedroll. As a precaution, he didn't remove his clothes or boots, and was glad when Mason woke him by tapping on his foot. The two wagons were staged back to back, and the young man was standing on his back step, leaning over and tapping insistently on Corbin's boot.
It was as dark as the inside of a motorman's glove, but it was the sounds, that had the two Atwoods on high alert.
Drunken voices mumbled and swore, as at least two men tried to find their 'easy pickens' as they called them.
"Conn, I can't see where the hell I'm goin. "Er ya sure these dudes had money?"
"Hesh Ralph, you want to let them know we're comin, Yer the blamdest blabbermouth I ever heard." Conn stumbled around and squealed like a little girl when Corbin poked him in the ribs with the rifle barrel.
"Wadda ya mean I'm a blabbermouth, you ever listen to yerself right now. You sound like some little girl that had her pet cat mashed." that rant ended when Mason jammed his rifle barrel in the man's stomach.
"Here now, don't you be swinging on me, you mangy idiot. I got rights,...ya know." the man's voice tapered off when Corbin growled at them to stand still with their hands up.
"I cain't," the man whined, "I gotta bad shoulder and cain't get my hand up as far as my shoulder." Mason gave the sniveling man a whack on the head with his pistol butt. There was a sound as the man went down in a heap.
"He walked into a whack on the head. Shaddup, or you're next;" Mason adopted Corbin's growl
"Ralph, Ralph, where are ya, don't you go getting pussyfooted on me and head back to town. Waddya do, walk into sumthin?" The woozy-boozy voice tried to be in control, as he dumbly repeated Mason's instructions.
"Whack him," Corbin's voice was tinged with impatience and anger. Mason seemed a little eager to comply, as he promptly followed Uncle's instructions.
"We need to gag and tie them up. Nothing makes me angrier than to have my sleep interrupted by a couple of drunk idiots." Corbin was snarling and that made even Mason want to stay out of his way.
Corbin held the flashlight while Mason trussed up the intruders and drug them away from the wagons. "We'll let them go in the morning, let's go back to sleep, I don't think we need to continue a watch," Corbin stated forcefully as he crawled back into his wagon; leaving Mason to wonder how the old man could be so positive they were done with incoming raiders.