[Short Story] - Wild West - Part 12 - 5 minute freewrite challenge

“I see you two have made acquaintance already. Good,” his black beak barely moved when He spoke. “Tom, I am Ducköden. I am the one in charge, and also the source of your power. I control what you do, and what is done to you. I see all. That incident with James before? That was me.”

“Ducköden,” Tom mimicked his father and nodded toward the giant black duck.

“The answer to your question is yes, Tom. That was me also. I killed your best friend when you were 12. I had to make sure you followed in your father’s footsteps.”

”You motherfu-“ before finishing his thought, Tom spasmed with pain and collapsed down to his knees.

“Now, now. No need for such words,” Ducköden let go of His death grip on Tom. “You will address me appropriately next time. Now get up! I know you two are both wondering why I never complete a job on my own. After all, I could kill any man with a snap of my fingers, why need two gunslingers to do my work?” Ducköden stopped for a second to see whether any of them had already figured it out. “Where your next target is my powers do not work.”