Ol Wrinkles is a friendly one if you get to know him. I saw him greet a friend way out past Graveyard. They laughed and hugged. You don't see that too much out in the open. Men hugging each other. They exchanged packaged just like we was told they would and then the guy who hired us took his shot with his fancy dancy sniper rifle and missed. I had some binocs and a shotgun so I just kept watching. Wrinkles and his friend looked up to where we were in the rocks and just as gentle as if they were going to shoot clays unslung thier rifles and started shooting and walking up the ridge.
I was hunkered down enough that they didn't see me. or maybe it was because I wasn't touching my gun. But as they came walking right up to our great hiding place they didn't shoot me. Oh they blew our employer's head and every thing in it all across the back on my new shirt and his teeth and the chaw that he had been chewing since we left graveyard last night went all over my new hat and settled in the brim and top, the flies already in it out of no where. And they mowed down most of the rest of the people who had come with us. I saw mowed because they had been crowed behind me and shoot up when the shooting started blocking my sun. but then like a cloud, they were gone again kicking up dust behind me. We had taken two wagons and 8 men rode out on horses ahead of us. I guess they thought they could make it to them.
Wrinkles and his friend walked right past where I was tucked down in the rocks and didn't say anything. Or maybe they did. It was tough to hear over the sound of hot tungsten drilling into guys I had passed a bottle of rotgut back and forth with in the wagon. Seemed like nice guys, the kind who needed money fast and didn't need much else than a half convincing speech about how bad these men were. Sometimes they have families. The ones I came in with didn't have them anymore. But I had my pick of 8 horses and I tooked my employer's pistol but left the rifle. Wish I had took it with me when I got to city. I could have sold it. My Bushwacking days are done, good story or no, but there just a little more about Wrinkles. I saw him in the city, just coming into the Moat. So thats why I'm telling you, you ever get a job thats got anything to do with Wrinkles, buddy, don't take it. Cause I was behind the grate and he saw me from just inside the door, I mean he saw me, he nodded to me, not a threat but a, "I know you." You need some money come scavenge with me, don't mess with him man. I like you.
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Ol Wrinkles is a friendly one if you get to know him. I saw him greet a friend way out past Graveyard. They laughed and hugged. You don't see that too much out in the open. Men hugging each other. They exchanged packaged just like we was told they would and then the guy who hired us took his shot with his fancy dancy sniper rifle and missed. I had some binocs and a shotgun so I just kept watching. Wrinkles and his friend looked up to where we were in the rocks and just as gentle as if they were going to shoot clays unslung thier rifles and started shooting and walking up the ridge.
I was hunkered down enough that they didn't see me. or maybe it was because I wasn't touching my gun. But as they came walking right up to our great hiding place they didn't shoot me. Oh they blew our employer's head and every thing in it all across the back on my new shirt and his teeth and the chaw that he had been chewing since we left graveyard last night went all over my new hat and settled in the brim and top, the flies already in it out of no where. And they mowed down most of the rest of the people who had come with us. I saw mowed because they had been crowed behind me and shoot up when the shooting started blocking my sun. but then like a cloud, they were gone again kicking up dust behind me. We had taken two wagons and 8 men rode out on horses ahead of us. I guess they thought they could make it to them.
Wrinkles and his friend walked right past where I was tucked down in the rocks and didn't say anything. Or maybe they did. It was tough to hear over the sound of hot tungsten drilling into guys I had passed a bottle of rotgut back and forth with in the wagon. Seemed like nice guys, the kind who needed money fast and didn't need much else than a half convincing speech about how bad these men were. Sometimes they have families. The ones I came in with didn't have them anymore. But I had my pick of 8 horses and I tooked my employer's pistol but left the rifle. Wish I had took it with me when I got to city. I could have sold it. My Bushwacking days are done, good story or no, but there just a little more about Wrinkles. I saw him in the city, just coming into the Moat. So thats why I'm telling you, you ever get a job thats got anything to do with Wrinkles, buddy, don't take it. Cause I was behind the grate and he saw me from just inside the door, I mean he saw me, he nodded to me, not a threat but a, "I know you." You need some money come scavenge with me, don't mess with him man. I like you.