Western Short Story - Percival Beckham

Percival Beckham


“That’s him at, the far end of the bar…the big, ugly feller.”

“Thank you, bartender.”

The speaker was a small, dapper man, dressed in a natty suit, and holding a bowler hat in his left hand, as he marched the length of the bar to confront the lone, shaggy, mountain of a man silently nursing a beer. The big man’s head was covered in a wide brimmed, sweat-stained hat, and he was wearing a leather vest over a faded polka dot shirt. He wore dusty, faded black jeans, and he hadn’t bothered removing his range chaps or Mexican style spurs. On his shirt hung the star of a United States Marshal. On the bar in front of him was a scarred, short-barreled ten gauge shotgun.

“Am I addressing Marshal Durham?

For a long moment, nothing happened, and then an eyeball rolled itself from under a large, shaggy eyebrow, first sideways and then down, finally fixing itself on the smaller man.

“Who the hell are you?”

“I am Percival Beckham, of the St Louis Beckhams. You may call me Percy. Are you Marshal Durham?”

He turned his broad, weather beaten face toward the little man and regarded him further, this time with both eyes. A puzzled frown floated across his bearded face, and he took a sip of his neglected beer.

“I’m Bull Durham. At least that’s what folks call me when I ain‘t around. They think its funny. You think it’s funny?”

“Oh, I see. You mean the Bull Durham tobacco brand. Yes, well, I suppose it might be funny, but I am not a man of humor. I’m a rather serious sort, as you’ll see, and I am here on serious business. I mean to kill a man and I want you to be a witness.”

Marshal Durham turned back to his beer.

“If I witness you killin’ someone, I’ll have to arrest you and hold you for a fair trial. Then I’ll hang you. Now go the hell away and leave me be.”

“The man I mean to kill is Turney Jackson, and I aim to do it in a fair duel.”

The Marshal made a low, rumbling sound, which Percy soon realized was a chuckle.

“Hell, Turney will have you for breakfast. He’ll swaller you whole. Besides, all his killin’s have been lawful. He goads the other feller into the first move, and then he kills him in self-defense.”

“Not always, Marshal. He killed my brother in a small town alley outside St. Louis, and it was cold-blooded murder. Now I propose to challenge him to a duel, or label him a craven coward, as he chooses. As the legal authority in this territory, I am asking you to witness the procedure, and keep it above board.”

The Marshal sighed unhappily. He motioned to the barkeep for another beer and peered sideways at Percy Beckham.

“When are you proposin’ to commit this suicide? Jackson can get a gun out faster’n you can blink.”

“I understand Mister Jackson takes his coffee at Ma Turner’s Café in the mornings. I shall challenge him there tomorrow, if it’s convenient. And I will not be armed.”

“Well, Percy, it ain’t convenient, and it ain’t what I prefer to do of a morning, but if I’m to keep the peace, I suppose I’ll have to be there. Now go the hell away and leave me be.“



Three horses were tied off in front of Ma Turner's, lazily switching flies as Percival Beckham waited on the boardwalk, watching Marshal Durham stride across the dusty street, an unhappy look on his face, and his shotgun under his arm.

“Good morning, Marshal.”

‘You still aim on foolishly getting yourself killed? I figgered a good night’s sleep might make you get reconsidered.”

“Shall we Marshal?” Beckham open the front door to Ma’s and waved the Marshal through, stepping in after him.

Durham looked around, and jerked his head at a man seated across the room. “That there’s Turney Jackson, seated back there in the corner by hisself. He’s the tall thin feller with the blond hair.”

Percival Beckham strode to the table, pulled a pair of rough leather range gloves out of his back pocket and used them to slap Turney Jackson hard across the mouth. The surprised Jackson lurched over backward and both he and his chair hit the floor hard. He jumped up and grabbed the revolver hanging on his hip, cocking it on the way up, and brought it to bear on an unwavering Percival Beckham. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Marshal Durham bring the shotgun to his shoulder, and realized it was pointed straight at him. He hesitated, unsure.

“That little feller ain’t armed Turney. You shoot him, and I’ll be obliged to do for you.”

Confused, Jackson stared owlishly back and forth at his two antagonists for a moment. Then he lowered his weapon.

“What the hell is this? And who the hell are you, fancy-pants, and why did you sucker punch me?’ He felt his lip with his left hand, and it came away bloody.

“I am Percival Beckham, of the St. Louis Bechams, and you killed my brother in a Missouri alley. Now I am here to challenge you to a duel, Turney Jackson, and then, I shall kill you.”

Jackon’s mouth sagged, and his head leaned slightly sideways in an effort to understand what was happening. One moment, he was deciding on eggs or pancakes, and now he was bleeding from the mouth while a St. Louis dandy was ranting about an almost forgotten killing and threatening to kill him in revenge.

He eyed the small, thin man for a long moment, and then grinned with his broken and bleeding lips. Dropping his revolver into its holster, he looked Beckham in the eye.

“Well, dude, I don’t remember your brother, but if you want to join him in hell, I’m just the man to oblige you.”

Beckham nodded. “You are challenged, so choice of weapons falls to you. Blades or firearms?”

Puzzled, Jackson hesitated a moment, and then laughed. “What the hell are you talking about? I don‘t know nothing‘ about blades, but I can shoot the butt off a fly at fifty yards!”

“Very well, firearms it is. Choice of weapons goes to you and rules of combat go to me.”

Percival Beckham turned to Marshal Durham. “Can you recommend a suitable field, where townspeople will not be in danger?”

“School’s out, so I reckon you can use the playground. That’s north of town.”

“Very well.” Percival Beckham glanced at Turney Jackson. “Noon at the school playground. Bring your second, and I shall have mine.”

Turney Jackson snorted. “Second? It’ll take just about that long to send you to hell!”



By noon, a small crowd had gathered in the schoolyard as the word spread. Several buggies from town were there, and riders from various ranches were standing around. A few mothers were minding children near the school building, and baskets of food were being spread on blankets.

Percival Beckham, accompanied by a tall thin man dressed in a suit and carrying a polished wooden box, walked up to a smiling Turney Jackson, standing with two, rough looking men. Marshal Bull Durham strolled over to join the small group.

“This is John Smiley, my second and my manservant.” He turned to Smiley who opened the box, displaying a brace of two, finely crafted, dueling pistols.

“Them are mighty pretty, but I’ll just use my own, “ said a grinning Jackson.

“I’m afraid you don’t understand, sir. You chose firearms, to which I agreed, but now the choice and method is mine, and I choose single shot pistols, at forty paces. Are you backing down sir?”

Jackson’s face grew red. “Hell no, I ain’t scared! I just prefer my own weapon!”

“We each get a single shot. If neither are successful, the challenge is complete, and the duel is satisfied. Your weapon is a repeating revolver, and you might forget you have but one shot. I ask again, are you backing down?”

“Hell no, but how do I know that you won’t give me a bad pistol and use the good one on me?”

“The choice of pistols is yours, sir. They are matched in every way. Which one do you want?”

Marshal Durham grinned in spite of himself. He was beginning to like the little man and he was no longer so sure of the outcome. He decided to prod Turney Jackson a little. He never had cottoned to him, anyway.

“You gonna let this little dandy buffalo you Turn? I thought you were such a tough man.”

Furious, Turney Jackson reached into the box and grabbed a pistol. He examined the cap and hammer and then, satisfied, he nodded. Marshal Durham held out his hand, and Jackson reluctantly handed over his revolver, swallowing hard as he did so. Percival Beckham lifted the remaining pistol and nodded at Smiley, who cleared his throat.

“Stand back to back, gentlemen, and on my count, take twenty paces, turn, and fire.”

Smiley turned to Marshal Durham.

“If Mister Jackson should attempt to turn and fire prior to the count of twenty, I shall shoot him. It shall be your responsibility to shoot Percival Beckham, should he try to do the same.”

Jackson’s mouth dropped, and he glanced at Marshal Durham for confirmation. Durham just grinned at him and shrugged his massive shoulders.

“These boys are serious, Turney. Better make that first shot count, since that’s all you’ll get.”

John Smiley positioned the two men back to back, and then stepped away.

“Gentlemen, cock your pistols.” There were two clicks. Percival Beckham stared straight ahead calmly. Turney Jackson wiped the sweat off his brow with his kerchief, his eyes darting side to side.

“On my count, take one step forward and pause. After the count of twenty, you may turn and fire at will. One!”

Each man stepped forward, taking another step as Smiley droned the count. As the count neared twenty, the crowd went silent in anticipation. Percival Beckham was still calm and smooth, but Turney Jackson was notably agitated. At last, John Smiley uttered the word ‘twenty’, and Jackson whirled, aimed and fired.

Percival Beckham’s head jerked to the right, and then he straightened and smiled at Turney Jackson. “That was close, Mister Jackson. I heard it fly right by my ear.”

Turney Jackson’s jaw dropped, and his hand dropped to his now empty holster.

Percival Beckham raised his pistol high into the air and then slowly brought it down to bear on Turney Jackson. Jackson looked around helplessly, and then turned back to stare at Percival Beckham in horror. He saw Beckham’s right eye lining up over the sights of the pistol, and he frantically held up his hands.

“Now wait! You just hold on, there! You just wait! Stop!”

Suddenly, Turney Jackson bolted and ran, dodging and darting behind onlookers and then around the side of the schoolhouse. Seconds later, they heard the sound of hoof beats, as Jackson raced away down the schoolhouse road.

The stunned onlookers were silent for a ,moment, and then somebody chuckled. Suddenly, the whole crowd broke up in laughter. Turney Jackson’s days as a fearsome gunfighter were over. He would forever be branded as a coward. No matter where he went, the story would follow.



“You beat him at his own game. Your brother would be proud of you.”

The marshal and Beckham were talking over breakfast at Ma Turner’s. Beckham glanced around, and beckoned the marshal closer.

“That man Jackson killed in Missouri was not my brother. I have no brother.”

Marshal Durham’s mouth dropped. “What? But you said…!”

“I’m a writer, Marshal. I’ve been assigned to write about all you hooligans out here, so I decided the best way to get a good story was to make myself part of that story. I knew about Jackson from the article on that shooting, so I looked him up, and made my challenge.”

He sat back, grinning and waiting.

Marshal Bull Durham slowly shook his massive head. “You could have been killed, you damn fool! That bullet passed right by your head! It was so close you jerked away!”

Percival Beckham’s grin grew even larger. “Not at all, Marshal. I just did that to make it look good. After all, I’m no damn fool. You see, both those guns had a double charge of powder and wad, but no bullet."

"So Turney Jackson..."

"That's right Marshal...he ran away from a blank!"



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writer20 5 years ago from Southern Nevada

This a compelling great story to read. Love it. And a great twist at the end.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi writer20, and thank you!


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Wayne Brown 5 years ago from Texas

Will...you just can't be on the up and up...every time I got you figured, you put one more level in the game. I think this is absolutely one of your best stories...I loved it! WB


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ThoughtSandwiches 5 years ago from Reno, Nevada

Hi Will...I'm honestly not sure which twist I enjoyed more! Actually...I do...the concept of "putting himself" in the story. Excellent job. I voted Up and awesome. Additionally, I will be following you so if someone yells out "20" ...please don't turn and shoot. Again, very impressive. Thanks.


Becky 5 years ago

This was really good. I was shocked at the blank comment. You just keep popping up with these surprise endings that blow my mind.


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50 Caliber 5 years ago from Arizona

Aye Will Starr, shit boy howdy that is by far the greatest double twist I reckon I've read. My hat is off to you sir! Enjoyable as well as unseen, Peace Dusty


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Dexter Yarbrough 5 years ago from United States

Will! This is why you are the master of the western short story. Great lessons to be learned here. Voted up, up and away!


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aguasilver 5 years ago from Malaga, Spain

Too late to pile more accolade on you, must read earlier to get in sooner! great story and had me guessing to the end.

Thanks,

John


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SubRon7 5 years ago from eastern North Dakota

You did it again, Will. Good job!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Wayne!

If I can snooker you, I can snooker any one! :-)


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi ThoughtSandwiches, and thanks for reading me! The favor will be returned.


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Happyboomernurse 5 years ago from South Carolina

Ah....what a satisfying ending.

I'd venture a guess that there's a bit of Percival Beckham in WillStarr. Great writers will do anything for a great story. (smile)


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Becky!

Duels somtimes ended in a draw because both parties missed. Some of those old pistols were smooth bore and not very accurate.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Dusty!

I have an evil streak of deception! I was snickering as I wrote it.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Dex!

I wonder what Michelle is saying to Obama about taking a vacation while the economy tanks? I'd love to be a fly on the wall in Martha's Vineyard!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi John!

I may drop the twists for awhile and write some straight stuff.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi SubRon7!

Good to see you again!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Happyboomernurse!

There's quite a bit of old Percy in Will Starr! ;-)


marellen 5 years ago

Another wonderful story Will......When I see you wrote a short story.....I just can't wait to read it and I know it will be entertaining. And it was...What a hoot....


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Austinstar 5 years ago from Somewhere in the universe

Sweet story, Will. The characters were so real to me. I could see the whole thing in my head. I hope you publish a collection of your stories some day.


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dahoglund 5 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

This was a great story.Hell of a way to get a story though.


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CMerritt 5 years ago from Pendleton, Indiana

Will, what can I say, but that was just good old fun!!!

I loved it....a perfect read for my lunch break!

I never tire of your writings...


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi marellen, and thank you!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Lela!

I'm thinking of publishing on Amazon's Digital program. I'll let you know!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi dahoglund!

Your Carbons Creek newspaper folks are just as gutsy!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Chris, and thanks for being such a loyal fan, my friend! It's much appreciated.


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Cardisa 5 years ago from Jamaica

Another gripping one Will, and no one died....lol

Are you working on a another one? I am anxiously awaiting the next.

I had a feeling that feller was not who he said he was...


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Cardisa!

In fact, I am working on a new one!


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Old Poolman 5 years ago from Rural Arizona

WillStarr - What a great story to start my day. A fresh cup of coffee and a story from WillStarr, what more could a guy want out of life?


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Mike and thank you!

How is your dear lady doing?


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Old Poolman 5 years ago from Rural Arizona

Will, She is back home again, and doing quite well. Thanks for asking.


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Storytellersrus 5 years ago from Stepping past clutter

I am speechless. So impressed, I cannot think of one pleasantry to pass the time. Brilliant. You took my breath away. Congratulations.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Great news, Mike! Tell her we all wish her well.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Barb!

I'm so happy to please one of my favorite authors!


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G-Ma Johnson 5 years ago from NW in the land of the Free

You are so full of it( humm how does the better half deal with you? LOL)...does it ever end? A book with short westerns would be sooo fun!!! God Bless...:O) Hugs G-Ma


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi G-Ma Johnson!

I may just do that!


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quester.ltd 5 years ago

great story once again - can you not just see the coward running through the crowd - perhaps we could use the technique today???

q


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi quester.ltd!

You make a great point!


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Hyphenbird 5 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

I will giggle over this all evening. You are so creative and a fabulous storyteller.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, Hyphenbird!

I enjoyed writing this one!


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FitnezzJim 5 years ago from Fredericksburg, Virginia

Too funny, I snorted my soft drink.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi FitnezzJim, and thanks!


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Alastar Packer 5 years ago from North Carolina

AW WillStarr you are the master of the Western fiction write sir. Your twist gems and righteous endings are legendary on Hubs and should be elsewhere if not already. Really enjoyed this story. Here's one for clever Old West Journalists and here's another for you!(Hard Lemonade Will)


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, Alastar Packer, and wow! Thank you!


Ghost32 5 years ago

I have to agree with Wayne, Will; this is one of your best.

I ALMOST caught you out when Turney looked at the hammer and cap ONLY, 'cause I knew in his place I'd want to see a sight more than that--but I still didn't call it, and "almost" only counts in horseshoes, as they say.

Voted Up and Across. Duh.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Fred!

True, he could have looked down the bore, but why would he, since he picked the weapon himself? Even then, he may not have been able to see whether or not there was a ball, since the dark, greasy patch would have covered most of it.

Noting that it was cap-primed was probably enough to convince most men. Why prime a load if there was no ball?


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QudsiaP1 5 years ago

“Well, dude, I don’t remember your brother, but if you want to join him in hell, I’m just the man to oblige you.”

Hahaha, awesome dude! :P


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Pamela99 5 years ago from United States

What a terrific story. You are indeed the master of the short story. I loved the twist in the plot, so expertly written. Rated awesome1


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Eiddwen 5 years ago from Wales

I really enjoyed this one. Gripping till the very final word.

I vote up and up on this one.

Have a great day and take care

Eiddwen.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi QudsiaP1!

Glad you liked it!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Pamela99, and thank you!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Eiddwen!

Thanks for reading!


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diogenes 5 years ago from UK and Mexico

Another great little gem, Will; I was wondering what Beckham had up his sleeve. "Bend it like Beckham," as we say of the footballer.

See ya later. Bob


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Bob, and thank you!


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drbj 5 years ago from south Florida

This was one of your best, Will. I dedicate this to that coward, Turney:

Never duel with a guy from the city.

He'll make you lose and show you no pity.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi drbj!

You'll notice that our city boy Percy was very polite to Marshal Durham.

I'm just sayin'.


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chspublish 5 years ago from Ireland

Will, you always have that good turn in the story, that gives it a punch and it's hard to resist the way you draw the reader in. I figured the guns had blanks, yet I wasn't sure. Nothing blank about your story though. It fires right in the face of the reader. A good 'un and good on you.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi chspublish!

That's because you're such a fine author...you see a plot and figure it out.


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thougtforce 5 years ago from Sweden

I love your short stories and this was really good! Once I started to read I couldn't stop. I got to know how he manage without getting shot. I like that special twist in the end of the story, Imagine what a writer can do in order to get a good story......

Tina


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi thougtforce,

It was a twist within a twist within a twist...a sneaky writer writing about another sneaky writer!


Sueswan 5 years ago

Very entertaining and clever. Never would have guessed that there were no bullets in the gun.

Voted up and awesome.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Sueswan, and thank you!


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epigramman 5 years ago

Sir Will - you do such great justice to this time honored tradition of the Western story genre - and I am just so sorry my dad wasn't here to enjoy what you do on such a world class level week in and week out!

lake erie time 1:29am with Ry Cooder playing soundtrack music from the film by Walter Hill - The Long Riders.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you Epi. I suspect I would have liked your dad and his work.


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breakfastpop 5 years ago

Love it, love it, love it. You just get better and better and I adore the unexpected twist you always get in there. Up and awesome.


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marcoujor 5 years ago from Jeffersonville PA

I'm obsessing about "the little writer who could" in this story, as Percy certainly showed that bad boy! This was fabuolous, Will! I loved every line of it- Voted UP & UFABI, mar.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Pop!

Thanks for reading!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi marcoujor!

It's my version of David and Goliath. ;-)


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MizBejabbers 5 years ago

Hi Will, I'm new to Hub and yours is the first story I've read. I enjoyed it, especially your twist at the end and I'm looking forward to reading much more!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, MizBejabbers, and welcome to HubPages!


femmeflashpoint 5 years ago

A wonderful story Mr. Starr! I enjoyed every bit of it!! Looking forward to the rest of them!!


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MizBejabbers 5 years ago

Thanks!


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi femmeflashpoint, and welcome to Will Starr World. :-)


femmeflashpoint 5 years ago

Thank you Will - very happy to be here!


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AlabamaGirl86 5 years ago

Excellent hub WillStarr. I enjoyed reading this hub.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi AlabamaGirl86, and thank you! I kinda liked this one myself.

:-)


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mckbirdbks 5 years ago from Emerald Wells, Just off the crossroads,Texas

I'd like to leave a snappy comment, but my minds a blank.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi mckbirdbks, and thanks for the snappy comment!


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vocalcoach 5 years ago from Nashville Tn.

Oh, Will, this is amazing. A brilliant story, captivating the reader. You had me on the edge of my seat from beginning to the cleverest of endings. I love Percival, the hero with a wit! Voted a great big Up and across the board!


Diane 5 years ago

YOUR STORIES ARE ALWAYS SO REFRESHING AND TAKE US AWAY TO ANOTHER TIME IN HISTORY AND HELPS US FORGET ABOUT TODAY. THANKS AGAIN WILL.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, Diane!

Thank you for commenting!


Shelley 5 years ago

Hi Willstarr

This is the 3rd story I have read here and your writing is awesome. You are such a gifted writer, not just in the twists and surprise endings, but the details and weaving it all together is amazing.Thank you for your most enjoyable stories.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi Shelley, and thank you!

(Are you, by chance, the little Shelley I have known and loved all these years?)


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dahoglund 5 years ago from Wisconsin Rapids

Great story. You always have an O'Henry surprise at the end.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Hi, dahoglund!

Someday, I'll run out!


Shelley 5 years ago

Yuppers I am your girl... have loved you for over 50 years, remember when you taught me the correct way to eat an orange, when you put a little hole in the end and chopped it up with a knife inside and the drink out of the hole :-) I still do that occasionally.

Your writings are amazing and am blessed to have access to reading them. take care my dear friend and brother..Shell


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Shelley! Glad you found me!

^_*


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feenix 5 years ago

Hello, Will,

I really do love this story. It effectively points out that victory grows out of a carefully-planned and well-thought-out strategy.


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

That's an excellent point, feenix!


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thelyricwriter 5 years ago from West Virginia

Another great read Mr. Will Starr. I have come to love how you have the wild west down path, the talking, scenarios, and the environment. The way you come up with these are remarkable. I believe you and the Duke could have made a good living together. Fan for always, Ricky


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WillStarr 5 years ago from Phoenix, Arizona Author

Thank you, Ricky!

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