[Short Story] - Wild West - Part 14 - 5 minute freewrite challenge

“He wasn’t always like that, you know,” James was pouring a round of whiskey for the both of them. “He used to be kind and loving. A real sweetheart. He never treated me as his servant or anything such. When I was little and wanted to fight, he made me a good fighter. When I wanted to shoot, he made me a good shot. He was there for me when no one else was. He was my friend, Tom. I shot people for him, and he paid me for it. In cash, in women, … Whatever I wanted the payment in. It was mostly people who deserved it anyway. Murderers, liars, and local drunks. Sometimes, just for the sake of a challenge, he’d line me up against another gunslinger,” James downed his whiskey still at the counter and started pouring himself another. “I’ll be honest with you, Tom. I enjoyed it. And still do. But it’s not the same anymore. He’s not the same anymore. I never questioned his motifs until now. I didn’t need to. But ever since He has gotten into a full-on war with the man upstairs himself, He’s different.”

“What do you mean, the man upstairs?”

“God, Tom. God.” James walked over to the table and placed down the two glasses filled with poison. “Don’t get me wrong though, it’s not like they were sending each other hugs and kisses before, but it’s much, much more serious now.” James downed his whiskey and then it all hit him. “Come to think of it, I think I know who our next target is. And why Ducköden needed us.”