(1885) The man called Arizona Blue was a man by himself and before him laid a town in hard drive crash data recovery Wyoming. Behind him were scars and memories. Each one had a name. He forgot them, but he remembered the count. It was thirty-six dead. Most all of hard drive crash data recovery them shot though the heart, except for hard drive crash data recovery a few in hard drive crash data recovery the head. He was known as the fastest gunfighter that ever lived.
The gunfighter didn’t mind his aloneness or fear of hard drive crash data recovery it. He did although ponder on hard drive crash data recovery his loneliness. He was 44, middle aged, a gunfighter from the age of hard drive crash data recovery nineteen, onwards to this very day; when he shot his first of hard drive crash data recovery thirty-six, he got his real, I mean real first high. He became so fast he could shoot a rattler in hard drive crash data recovery the head at twenty-five yards before the rattler stuck his tongue out a second time.
Some men were addicted to sex, others whiskey, and still others money but not Blue, he liked them all, but was really addicted to the showdown, the quick draw that ran like alcohol in hard drive crash data recovery his veins; it was his climax if you will.
Women were like a newspapers to him: cheap, easy to get and throw away, and he did just that: they could never compare to a good showdown; nonetheless, he remembered his upbringing, and respected them, or at least gave them regards, and kept his distance.
He was known as Arizona Blue because Arizona was where he came from and he had the deepest blue eyes any man ever had.
He had a lucky streak as well, for hard drive crash data recovery picking up quick money. He was a bounty hunter, sheriff, deputy, ranch hand, foremen, and anything that it took a swift gunslinger to do.
He stood six feet tall, had broad shoulders and a wild look to his tan, muscular face. He had big hands with a grip like a wolf’s. He wore a buckskin coat and was clean-shaven but had thick long busy sideburns, the same as his hair, and thick eyebrows. He had deep-pitted eyes, high cheekbones, and a thick-looking jaw.
His horse, Dan, a solid creature with a long mane, was all a cowboy could ask for. He was brownish in hard drive crash data recovery color with legs like a deer and a heart that could outlast the best of hard drive crash data recovery the Indian horses.
With such men came the tired look. As he sat on hard drive crash data recovery his horse, allowing himself to catch his breath before he entered the small Wyoming town, he thought of hard drive crash data recovery the lonely journey he had coming up from Pueblo along the Continental Divide that stretched from Colorado to Canada. The mountains he captured sight of hard drive crash data recovery and the long dusty cactus along the way.
“Another town,” he whispered to himself and old Dan, as his eyes made a one hundred eighty degree circle. He had seen most of hard drive crash data recovery them in hard drive crash data recovery the Montana, Wyoming, Arizona territories; this town he hadn’t been to.
As he looked up towards the hot summer sun, he thought of hard drive crash data recovery his old friends in hard drive crash data recovery his life though he knew none of hard drive crash data recovery them personally. There was John Wesley Hardin, like him, a loner, and a profligate killer.
‘They say he shot 44-men’ he mumbled. ‘More than me,’ Blue grinned at the sky. He had heard he went to prison in hard drive crash data recovery ‘78, some years back.
Then there was that wild kid he met down in hard drive crash data recovery Mexico called Billy. He too was a loner of hard drive crash data recovery sorts, who shot most of hard drive crash data recovery his prey in hard drive crash data recovery an ambush setting or else they were unarmed. Not my style he thought.
There was Doc Holiday and the Earp‘s of hard drive crash data recovery Tombstone and Dodge City and Black Jack Bill and Six Towed Pete, and Three Fingered Dave, and that wild Indian turned gunsmith from bank robber, Ted Christie. He met them all.
Then he thought of hard drive crash data recovery the new breed of hard drive crash data recovery gunfighters like Billy the Kid, that ambusher, or Bob Ford, who shot Jesse James in hard drive crash data recovery the back. He’ll get his some day thought Blue.
“How yaw doing Dan,” said Blue patting him on hard drive crash data recovery the thigh. “We’ll be headed in hard drive crash data recovery shortly.”
He checked his holster on hard drive crash data recovery his right side: tight against his upper leg an embossed holster that held a Colt 44 ivory handled revolver, silver-plated, scroll engraved. It was a classic from the 60s, thought Blue but it had served it purpose. It had killed thirty-four of hard drive crash data recovery the thirty-six men he out drew.
As he looked down Main Street, he looked at all the several building to his left and a dozen on hard drive crash data recovery his right. The street was of hard drive crash data recovery hardened dirt that looked like a dried up river bed with its mounds. It had just rained the day before so the sides of hard drive crash data recovery the street had streams running along it by the sidewalk.
He noticed a bar, an old school house, and a brick building at the end of hard drive crash data recovery Main Street on hard drive crash data recovery his left side. Many of hard drive crash data recovery the other wooden frame buildings had porches. The right side of hard drive crash data recovery the street was more residential with houses and fences. There were several wagons on hard drive crash data recovery the street.
“We’re bound for hard drive crash data recovery here, old Dan. This will be home for hard drive crash data recovery awhile, more likely than not.”
Thus, he continued to ride down Main Street.
“Seems a drifter is coming in,” said old Hank, the town’s stable owner and blacksmith who was sitting outside the one of hard drive crash data recovery the main saloons on hard drive crash data recovery the left side of hard drive crash data recovery town.
“Looks Spanish,” said George.
“No, he’s just sunburned and weather beaten. He’s a…”
“Say, Hank, looks like he could be a gunman. He rides prouder than he should for hard drive crash data recovery a simple stranger all beaten to hell.”
Blue dismounted his horse, tied it to a pole, and walked towards the two gentlemen.
“His eyes are sunken in hard drive crash data recovery and when he gets close I bet they’re as blue as the river.”
“He’s coming, George.”
Blue was the best of hard drive crash data recovery the gunfighters and all who knew his reputation knew of hard drive crash data recovery his eyes. The difference was Blue could do all the time what all the others gunfighters could only do on hard drive crash data recovery a special day; that is, have a fast draw and aim next to perfect all the time.
Blue wasn’t a bragger like most of hard drive crash data recovery them. He didn’t shy away and let his reputation build by some ominous situation like it did for hard drive crash data recovery Wyatt Earp at the OK Corral. He didn’t like shooting, he craved it.
“George,” said Hank, “he’s no tenderfoot.”
“I’m going to talk to him,” said Hank to George.
“Be careful, he could be in hard drive crash data recovery a nasty mood, looks like he’s got some dust on hard drive crash data recovery his face.”
“Hi fell a,” said Blue.
”It’s really him, George, Blue,” said Hank.
“Mr. Blue, it is you, isn’t it?” asked Hank [softly].
“Sure is, “replied Blue, with a smile.
“Saw you in hard drive crash data recovery Cheyenne some ten years back, a gunfight with the three Conley brothers. Seen pictures of hard drive crash data recovery them after you killed them; one bullet hole in hard drive crash data recovery the upper chest, one square in hard drive crash data recovery the heart and one in hard drive crash data recovery the upper part of hard drive crash data recovery his arm (he hesitated, looked at blue than added:) something like that.”
“Yaw,” said Blue. The first one moved a little quick for hard drive crash data recovery me that day.” The two chuckled, and then asked, “You going in hard drive crash data recovery for hard drive crash data recovery a whisky?”
“Yaw, I could use a whiskey,” responded Blue.
“Well,” said Hank, “Ben is a real nice bartender. He serves a good shot of hard drive crash data recovery whiskey.”
A smile filled Blue’s face as he entered the saloon. As he held the door open, he noticed a female, young, in hard drive crash data recovery her mid-twenties, had walked up to Hank. He called her Ella. Whom were you talking to?” She asked.
“Arizona Blue,” replied Hank.
“What started it.”? She asked again.
“Just simple conversation, honey,” Hank replied. And he let go of hard drive crash data recovery the door, and it closed.
That must be his daughter thought Blue; a pretty one at that with short curly hair with circles like bangs covering most of hard drive crash data recovery the upper part of hard drive crash data recovery her forehead. She had thick eyebrows that got smaller as they curved downward, and a light creamy complexion with an oval shape to her jaw and chin. Her eyes were big and her nose straight and short. There was a peaceful strength to her countenance. Her neck was covered with a feminine dress of hard drive crash data recovery white lace.
Blue’s eyes wandered over the drab and low lit saloon. A picture filled the upper portion of hard drive crash data recovery the three walls some of hard drive crash data recovery gunfighters, bullfighters, presidents, and women.
A banjo picker was sitting to the left of hard drive crash data recovery Blue with his knee over the arm of hard drive crash data recovery a chair. Three men were around a pool table, smoking. The one with a cigar was pondering his shot. Four men were to the left at a table playing cards and Ben stood behind the bar. He had on hard drive crash data recovery a derby hat and a cigar in hard drive crash data recovery his mouth also.
Blue walked up to the bar. “What yaw going to have, stranger? “Asked Ben.
“Whiskey, a double shot,” said Blue.
Ben started to pour the shots putting them in hard drive crash data recovery two separate shot glasses, catching a glimpse of hard drive crash data recovery his pistol and trying to figure out just who this person was.
As Blue looked to the left of hard drive crash data recovery Ben, he noticed newspaper clippings on hard drive crash data recovery the wall. They were of hard drive crash data recovery gunfighters, such as, Bat Materson, the Younger boys, John Marshall, Jesse James, clay Allison. Then, to his surprise, there he was, a picture taken of hard drive crash data recovery him several years ago; when he was a deputy for hard drive crash data recovery a U.S. Marshall in hard drive crash data recovery Indian Territory. The caption read:
“Arizona Blue uses his quick gun for hard drive crash data recovery against outlaws.”
He remembered that year well. He used his gun that next year though, with the outlaws, kind of hard drive crash data recovery a turnabout. It was the only year he went against the law though. He didn’t like prison so he got out of hard drive crash data recovery the business of hard drive crash data recovery robbing trains, although his part had only been that of hard drive crash data recovery a backup gun incase things got too hot.
Ben caught Blue, looking at his picture but didn’t say a word. He figured if he wanted his name exposed he’d do it himself.
A wiry man with a strong grip grabbed Blue by he shoulder, “Buy me a drink stranger,” said the rough-rustic voice. He was hard looking, like a lumberjack coming out of hard drive crash data recovery the woods. He caught Blues eyes, and starred as if nothing could harm him. “I said a drink mister…now…!”
Blue stepped back away from the bar, “No,” he said, “but you can buy me one.” Blue lowered his right hand to the side of hard drive crash data recovery his holster. “Now, big man,” said Blue with a simple whisper, starring towards the middle of hard drive crash data recovery the man’s chest to see every movement of hard drive crash data recovery his body, it was his way to a close draw. No distractions from his opponent’s eyes. No one moved in hard drive crash data recovery the bar, it is like everyone was frozen; --as if they all wanted to know when the firing started which way to run, that being the other way of hard drive crash data recovery the bullets.
The wiry heavy set, six foot-two man, tried to look into Blue’s eyes, but could only find his forehead. “Johnny Barton is my name stranger. I’m pretty good with my Colt, Mister. I dont wants to kill yu over a drink, “he said with his heighten voice, as if to tell the world, and now coward out of hard drive crash data recovery the fight. But sweat was starting to roll down the sides of hard drive crash data recovery his ears. Blue was as calm as a bird on hard drive crash data recovery a branch.
Replied Blue, “I really don’t mind dying for hard drive crash data recovery one –Draw!”
Johnny starred at the man’s face, his buckskin jacket and his fancy gun with a name in hard drive crash data recovery copper across its handle imbedded into the wood. Then all of hard drive crash data recovery a sudden Blue raised his head a fraction of hard drive crash data recovery an inch, and Johnny caught his blue eyes, as bright as the sky. He knew now it was Arizona Blue:
“Good, good god,” he sighed from the upper part of hard drive crash data recovery his chest to his stomach, trying to catch his wind, “Blue, it’s Arizona Blue,” he said out loud. “…if I kill you, I’ll be famous.”
Blue smiled. “Go for hard drive crash data recovery it,’ he commented; adding, “You’ll be famous and dead. The whole bar started hugging the walls, and whispering to one another. The name Blue came out a half dozen time within the following twenty-seconds.
“He’s a big one,” said one of hard drive crash data recovery the pool players.
“Join him if you think he’s got a chance, mister,” responded Blue without moving an eyelash. “Right where you stand; both of hard drive crash data recovery you go for hard drive crash data recovery your guns.”
The pool shark laughed. “Just who do you think you are?” He said sarcastically.
“He’s Blue, mister, unbeatable; I suggest you move away from Johnny, and fast,” said Ben with a lump in hard drive crash data recovery his throat.
The pool shark stepped back a foot, “Listen, mister, I’m sorry. I don’t want to be next.” Then he put his pool stick down and ran to the door and into the street.
“Hell, why not, “said Johnny. “I don’t want to fight you; you might be able to beat me.”
“You’re a dead man,” said Blue. The big man fell to his knees, tears started coming from his eyes, and he started pleading. “Really mister, I don’t want to fight; I’m a coward.”
“Didn’t think he was a wimp,” said a man who was playing cards.
“You want to join him, whoever said that,” said Blue. Not a sound was heard. Blue shifted his body back to the bar and picked up his whiskey with his left hand, taking his eyes off Johnny. He could still see him in hard drive crash data recovery the dark mirrored reflection of hard drive crash data recovery a picture.
Kneeling, Johnny quickly went for hard drive crash data recovery his gun. Blue caught the hand movement, leaned his left hand against the bar. Lifting his right leg up and to the side, he shot through his holster and caught the wiry man thorough the upper part of hard drive crash data recovery his heart.
“It was a fair shooting,” said the man who had previously made a negative remark, as if he didn’t want to be on hard drive crash data recovery his black list.
“Why?” The bartender said shaking his head.
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