Lucky Jesse

Chapter 1- Just another day

It's the year 1885. Jesse Bill was having a day like any other.

"Who the hell gets fired from three jobs in less than a year? "Me that's who! That's right, you heathens of Cowtown, Abilene and the whole goddamn city of Dodge will rue the day you decide to put an astounding officer of the law like myself out of job! " Jesse Bill complains in distraught to anyone around while he downs his seventh shot of whisky. "I am getting out of this hell-hole . I say fuck y'all"

"Just make sure you pay fucking bill boy, we have heard enough of your shit for a lifetime you old son of a billy goat."

"Oh oh," the six feet dark slender man laughed as he spoke the best he could in his stupor sate "I seem to remember taking down them jimmy boys for you yester night Mr. Butch"

"Seven, seven times! They stole from me and you did nothing. The only one time you were of any use and you still haven't given me back what they stole!" Butch the bartender and owner angrily replied. "And get this, all this shit happened after you became the assistant sheriff."

"Sounds to me like he is in cohort with them!" Another customer shouted.

"Yeah!" Another shouted. "And you say you got canned in them other places. Why is that huh?"

"I be careful of my next words now billy boy" Butch said as he picked up his rifle from behind the bar counter and pointed it at Jesse Bill "Cus if it ain't true or I think it ain't true, you will be eating dinner with Hades tonight."

Jesse Bill had drawn unwanted attention of an angry crowd of seven people in the local bar.

"If you are accusing me of something, then you better have proof." Jesse says.

"Or we can just let our guns be the judge." Butch replied.

"We can step outside and settle this like men."

"I will take my chances here and no-"

Before Butch could finish responding, Jesse made a quick pull of his revolver from his holster and shot Butch fingers off while he dodged and incoming bullet to his head by scooting over to the next seat.

About five out of the eight men in the bar pulled out their revolvers to begin an all-out shoot out against Jesse. The former officer of the law who was known for his quick pull and decent shooting skills climbed over the bar counter to sit next to Butch whom was screaming in pain and holding his bloody hands.

"Shit!" Jesse cursed as he grabbed hold of Butch pulled him up to use as a shield. He successfully shot two dead while fending of a raid of bullets with the bartenders' body.

Butch dead body became too heavy to hold up as a shield. To make things worse, Jesse knew he had two bullets left.

Jesse Bill said his last prayer as he expected to be dead at any moment.

As luck would have it, at the command of one man that sat a relatively safe corner of the bar, his two guards shot down the rest of the three men shooting at Jesse.

The former officer could not believe his luck. He checked for holes in any of his body part as his colored shirt and blue jeans were bloody. It was blood from Butch the bartender.

"Well I see you've sobered up. Nothing like a good ol' shoot out to clear the liquor of your face huh" Aaron Cassini said as he laughed from where he sat at the corner of the bar filled with dead men.

"How about we go somewhere less bloody. Let the sheriff deal with this mess." The well-known wealthy rail-road tycoon said as he got up, ready to leave.

Still surprised and in dismay that he is still alive and well, Jesse heard the familiar voice. His fear only grew stronger at the sight of his savior.

"Mr. Aaron sir, you just saved my life. I was out of lead. You have my thanks"

"You know goddamn well you owe more than that boy. Like you said I just saved your life. Now don't let me repeat myself, meet me outside. I got a job you simply can't resist" Aaron said as he exited the bar laughing.

The two guards waited on Jesse's next move. They had their revolver in hands ready to strike at any moment. With that in Mind, Jesse did as he was told.