Horror at Tombstone
Horror at Tombstone
By Ashlan Chidester
We are gathered here to carry out the lawful order of execution for Flynn Dawson, as mandated by the court of jurisdiction of Cochise County with officials based in Bisbee. The time is high noon. Does the condemned have any last words?
It was a clear in fog night...My sissy messed up again leaving her leftover whissky whips, as she boasted. I can barely stand, heh, but each time I get better. I couldn't continue on this path home since I stepped in old pattys pie again and it was fresh. That damn cow has it coming and tonight is its big moment. I lit her on fire. It was easy igniting her, just like Mickey "two" Stones would rub that bloody rag in gunpowder until it was sopped. I always liked how mean he was. He made some settlers regret coming into town once when he was low on sleep and whores.
Finishing the bottle was bitter but I felt like that odd one Billy Clanton that time he landed flat on his face outside the Crystal saloon. Talk around town was he was a bit of a dandy but he was nice to me sometimes. The Sherman farm was just down the hill and they were asleep. I hate Marron Sherman, he beat my ass one day for peeking in on his mom down at the creek. He's got it coming.
The barn went up in flames fast. All the dry leaves out back was a dumb place to put them. Striking the flint against that nasty used steel I stole from birdey's shoppe. I damn near burned my arm trying to touch the flame. I know its hot I am not dumb. Thats strange, you hit me…
I woke up briefly unable to hear, I could see some strange white old man with a long beard looking red faced hungover wishing he was anywhere but having to be here. I am not sure where I am and who he is. I went silent or more like falling down a hole where you never touch the bottom.
Gonna be a few moons before I see any action.
Sadly, this is not how I wanted to spend my last three days. My hangover is gone and the food the sheriff brought has been alot better than what sissy ever could afford. She worked long and hard on the edge of a bed as she called it but I knew she was just another picadilly whore.
The execution team was selected fast and included medical personnel, correctional officers, and other staff as I was told politely. I would often ask what is happening and where am I but their faces were always dim and the answers far less. I was encouraged everything will be ok.
Well, it was not meant to be ok. These bastards lied. I was removed from my cell by a musky gurgling sounding human thing. "Today, your gonna meet God and tell him your sins." He rolled me out to a cool room where they attached a metal heep of twisted blunt bars disguised as a hat you would see those china men wearing working for the train man.
It turns out that barn had the elder mother Marsha and her two daughters sleeping in the barn that night after star gazing. That night I killed 3 people and a cow.
I was going to eat cake today, it's my birthday, Happy 10 Birthday "Fire" Flynn.
