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HELL HATH NO FURY (A Jess Williams Western Book 6), page 1
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A Jess Williams Novel. Westerns. Revenge. Violence. Action. Adventure.
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HELL HATH NO FURY
The Sixth Novel in the Series of Jess Williams Westerns
By Robert J. Thomas
CHAPTER ONE
(Continued from book five, “The Dodge City Massacre”)
Jess took his pistol and gently placed it onto Henry Stidham’s forehead and the snoring stopped. Then, Henry slowly opened his eyes as he heard the sound of Jess cocking back the hammer of his pistol. Henry looked up at Jess’ face and he had his left index finger on his lips letting Henry know not to yell. Jess lowered his face a little closer to Henry’s face as he said—“Hey, ain’t you that Henry Stidham fellow?”
Henry’s eyes said it all. He realized who it was that had a gun directly on his forehead with the hammer cocked back and he knew who was holding it. It was Jess Williams, the man that Henry had placed a ten thousand dollar blood bounty on. Stidham’s eyes went wide as Jess’ left hand reached over and grabbed a very nice pillow off the bed and placed it over Henry’s face. Stidham struggled and his legs and feet were shaking on the bed. He tried to scream, but no one would hear him anyway. Henry always enjoyed his privacy, but now he wished he let his service people stay in the house. Stidham’s body slowly stopped moving around and his hands, which were on the pillow, began to go limp as he finally passed on to the hereafter. Even though Stidham had stopped struggling, Jess kept the pillow firmly over his face for another extra minute. He was not taking any chances.
After the deed was finished, Jess placed the pillow back on the bed and he straightened up the bedding to make it look like Henry simply passed in his sleep. They would find Stidham’s body in the morning looking peacefully at rest in his bed and no one would know for sure what happened. Jess kept his pistol in his hand as he made his way out of the mansion and out to the tree line where he left his two horses, Gray and Sharps. He climbed up in the saddle and nudged Gray, heading due west and back to familiar surroundings. It would be a long journey back, but Jess always liked being on the trail, especially if he was hunting someone—and he already was.
Darin Lovett was wanted dead or alive for his many offenses, including the murder of a town sheriff and the rape of several women.
Jess kept in touch with Mayor Smythe in Black Creek, Kansas, while he was on his long journey to New York City and Henry Stidham. Jess felt somewhat bad about smothering Stidham to death with a pillow, but he warned him to cancel the blood bounty on his head so it was something that had to be done. Jess found out that there was a bounty on the head of Darin Lovett in the amount of three hundred dollars. Lovett had been spotted in the Wichita, Kansas, area and that was where Jess was headed. Jess was still about a three-day’s ride from Wichita and he finally rode into a small town called Franklin, Missouri. He found the only hotel in town and got himself a room for one night, just long enough to supply up, get a good meal and a good night’s rest. He found the only saloon in Franklin, which was named Shipley’s Saloon. Hank Shipley, the barkeep and owner of the saloon, walked over to Jess after he walked in, scanned the room, and took his usual position at the bar. He always stood at the far end of the bar with a wall to his back and a good view of the room.
“What can I get ya’ Mister?” asked Hank.
“Do you keep any good whiskey back there?”
“I’ve got one bottle left, but it’s four times the cost of the cheap stuff, just so ya’ know.”
Jess threw ten dollars on the bar. “That should cover it.”
“Mister, that’ll buy you the whole bottle and then some.”
“Barkeep, what do you have cooking back there? It smells pretty good.”
“Call me Hank. I’ve got a woman in back cooking up steaks and taters and she knows how to cook ‘em right. She doesn’t cook ‘em to death like most people. I like mine with the blood runnin’ out of it.”
“Well Hank, that’s how I like mine too. Have her cook me one of the biggest steaks you have back there along with some fried potatoes,” replied Jess.
“Coming right up,” replied Hank as he walked into the back to give the cook the order.
It was quiet in the saloon with only several of the locals eating steaks and a few men playing cards over at a corner table. Hank brought out Jess’ steak and it was indeed still bleeding and it was seared on the outside just like he liked it. Jess didn’t take a seat at a table, he stayed right there at the bar and as soon as he cut into the steak for his first bite, he saw a man coming through the swinging doors of the saloon. The hairs on the back of his neck started to tingle and he could smell trouble. Jess had cut a large bite off the steak and was still holding the fork in his left hand, his right hand already taking up the task of removing his hammer strap.
Jess watched the man as he sauntered up to the bar and ordered a whiskey. Dan Quinn had been looking for Jess for months now to collect the ten thousand dollars in blood bounty on Jess’ head. Quinn threw back his second shot and turned to face Jess, who was still holding his fork in his left hand, blood dripping onto the floor. “You that Jess Williams fellow?” asked Quinn.
“That’s correct,” replied Jess. “I don’t believe we’ve met before since I never forget a face.”
“Naw, we ain’t met before, but I’ve been looking for you for quite a while,” replied Quinn.
“Well, as you can see, I’m trying to eat this steak here and it’s getting cold fast so state your business with me and let’s get on with it,” replied Jess, his stomach growling now.
“You’ve got a ten thousand dollar blood bounty on your head and I’m here to collect it,” replied Quinn.
“That bounty has been cancelled due to the untimely death of Henry Stidham recently, so there ain’t any money to collect.”
“I haven’t heard anything about that.”
“That’s kind of your problem, don’t you think?” asked Jess, now getting a little agitated due to his steak getting cold.
“Don’t get smart with me, Mister,” exclaimed Quinn.
“I don’t think I could get smart with you,” smiled Jess, a knowingly smile on his face.
“What do you mean by that?”
“Never mind, you probably wouldn’t get it anyway, which is kind of what I meant.”
“Damn it Mister, explain what you mean by that?” insisted Quinn.
“Mister, I’m going to eat this steak before it gets too cold to eat, so if you plan on still trying to collect money that doesn’t exist, then get on with it and pull that pistol of yours,” replied Jess.
Jess saw it in Quinn’s eyes as he went for his gun. The next place he went was straight back onto the saloon floor from the force of the two slugs from Jess’ pistol. Jess, still holding his gun in his right hand, finally put the bite of steak into his mouth and began chewing it as he walked over to Quinn’s body to make sure he was dead. Jess replaced the two spent cartridges in his pistol and walked back over to his steak and started eating as if nothing unusual just happened.
Hank came out from behind the bar and got a few of the men to drag Quinn’s body out. Jess started cutting into the steak for his second bite when the cook came out from the kitchen and walked up to Jess.
“I can put that steak back on the stove just long enough to warm it up and it will still be pretty rare if you would like,” she said.
“That would be mighty nice of you ma’am. Please make sure that it’s still rare,” replied Jess. She ran the steak back and threw it onto the stove which was sizzling hot. Hank walked back over to Jess.
“So you really are Jess Williams?” asked Hank.
“Yes. Do you happen to know who that man was that they carried out?”
“Yeah, that was Dan Quinn and he’s been here twice before looking for you. Too bad he didn’t get the news about what you tried to tell him about the blood bounty.”
“It was surely bad news for him. I guess it’ll take a while before the word gets around about it. Men like Quinn will keep trying to collect it until then.” The cook ran back out and gave Jess his steak back. Jess cut into it and it was still rare, but warm. He enjoyed the rest of his meal and gave the cook a five dollar tip, thanked her and retired to his room for the night.
CHAPTER TWO
Jess finally reached Wichita, Kansas, and got a room in one of the better hotels in town. It was
“Damn it, just when things started to calm down around here, you have to show up,” exclaimed Sheriff Davies.
“Well, nice to meet you too, Sheriff,” replied Jess, as he stuck his hand out to shake hands with the sheriff. The sheriff sat back down.
“Alright, who are you hunting down now, Mr. Williams?”
“I’m looking for a man by the name of Darin Lovett. He killed a lawman and he raped several women, mostly in small towns scattered around the Kansas area. I heard he was here recently,” replied Jess.
“He was here for two weeks, but he left two days ago. I heard he was headed for Buckley, which is about two-day’s ride straight north of here. I didn’t know about his offenses yet, otherwise I would have arrested him while he was here. I’ll probably be getting a wanted poster any day on him,” replied Sheriff Davies.
“Thanks Sheriff, I’ll head that way tomorrow morning. I need a good night’s rest since I’ve been on the trail for some time now.”
“Do me a favor, Mr. Williams.”
“Sure, Sheriff, whatever you need.”
“Try not killing anyone before you leave town.”
“I’ll try, Sheriff, but I can’t promise since most of the time I don’t start any trouble, it just seems to find me wherever I’m at,” replied Jess, as he walked over to a saloon he spotted.
He walked in and didn’t see any threats so he took his usual spot at the end of the bar. He ordered some whiskey and watched the locals come in and out of the saloon, some drinking rotgut whiskey and some playing cards. What got his attention, though, was the yelling he heard across the street at the sheriff’s office. Jess paid for the whiskey and walked out onto the boardwalk to see what was going on. There were three men still sitting in the saddle of their horses in front of the sheriff’s office and the man in the middle was the one doing all the yelling.
“Sheriff, I’m only going to tell you one more time to let our friend you got locked up go free,” hollered Rob Mitchell, and he had two tough looking men with him.
“I told you already that I ain’t letting him out and if you even try to get off those horses, I’ll open up with this double-barrel on you,” the sheriff hollered in return. Jess removed his hammer strap and walked over and behind the three men.
“Hey, why don’t you three men leave town and forget your friend in the jail there?” asked Jess.
The three men turned around to face Jess. One of the other two men recognized him. He leaned over and said something to Rob Mitchell about it. Mitchell moved his horse forward a few feet toward Jess.
“I wouldn’t get any closer if I were you,” said Jess.
“Why not?” asked Mitchell.
“Because your horse would be in my line of fire and I like horses. I surely would hate to be the one who killed your horse,” replied Jess.
“Are you telling me that you’re planning on opening up on us? Maybe you can’t count, but there are three of us and only one of you,” retorted Mitchell.
“I can count just fine, and yes, I plan on opening up on you boys if you decide to continue on this course of action,” replied Jess, now smiling as he often did at a time like this.
“My partner there told me that you’re Jess Williams, is that right?”
“Your partner is correct about that.”
“Well, that don’t matter to me, it’s still three to one and I think you’re the one who should reconsider your course of action,” sneered Mitchell.
Jess cocked his head a little. “You can’t say I didn’t warn you. Sheriff Davies, did you hear me warn these men and tell them to leave,” Jess hollered into the jail cell.
“I heard you just fine, but these three are pretty stubborn and probably don’t have enough sense between the three of them to figure out when it’s time to back off,” replied Davies.
“I’m getting used to that kind of thinking, Sheriff,” replied Jess. Jess looked deep into Mitchell’s eyes. “I’m going to count to three and if you men don’t leave, I’m going to draw my pistol and start shooting. Now I have to tell you, I rarely miss what I’m aiming at.”
Jess counted to three in his head and then he slicked his pistol out and put a slug into all three men. The two men with Mitchell fell off their horses, but Mitchell still had his left hand on the horn of his saddle. Jess hit him in the left lung and Mitchell was still trying to lift his pistol and shoot at him when Jess fanned two more shots, one hitting Mitchell in the chest and the second shot right between the eyes. Mitchell slumped over and then fell off his horse.
Jess was replacing the spent cartridges in his pistol when Sheriff Davies finally unlocked the door to the jail and walked out, still holding the double-barreled shotgun in his hands. He looked at the three dead men lying in the street and then looked at Jess.
“I have to tell you, I never thought I say that I’m sure glad you were here in town,” said Sheriff Davies.
“Well Sheriff, I know I said that I would try not killing anyone before I left town tomorrow, but I did try to talk those three into leaving. They really didn’t give me much choice except let them start shooting and watch from the saloon over across the street,” replied Jess.
“No need to apologize, Mr. Williams. I’m just glad you interceded on my behalf.”
“Sheriff, don’t you have any deputies working with you?”
“I have two, but they are both out trying to round up some cattle thieves out west of town and they probably won’t be back here until tomorrow.”
Jess holstered his pistol and looked up at the sheriff and smiled. “Well, I’ll be in town until they return so if you need any more help, just let me know,” said Jess, as he walked back to the saloon he was in before rescuing Sheriff Davies.
The barkeep, walked over to Jess and poured him another glass of the good whiskey. “This one’s on the house, Mr. Williams. Sheriff Davies is a good friend of mine and I appreciate you helping him out,” said Hayes.
“Why thank you, barkeep. And as for helping out the sheriff, it was nothing,” replied Jess.
“I wouldn’t call what you just did nothing,” replied Hayes, “I ain’t ever saw shootin’ quite like that before and I’ve seen plenty of gunfights in the saloon here.”
Jess spent a few more hours hanging around the saloon, but no one who looked like they had a bounty on their heads showed up. He paid for his drinks and headed down the street to his hotel room, where he would sleep like a baby tonight. In the morning, he went to a little café and ordered breakfast and a pot of coffee. After he finished up, he paid his bill and headed for one of the general stores in town. He loaded up on supplies and ammunition and went to the livery and packed his saddlebags with his supplies and saddled up his two horses. Then he headed for the sheriff’s office and found Sheriff Davies sitting behind his desk. When Jess walked in, he looked up and smiled.
“I have to thank you again, Mr. Williams. I might have got one or two of those men yesterday, but they probably would’ve got me by the time it was over.”
“I was more than happy to help you out Sheriff. When are your deputies going to be back?” asked Jess.
“I figure they should show up in a few hours or so, why?”
“I figured I’d stick around until they return in case you run into any more trouble,” replied Jess.
“That’s mighty nice of you and I would appreciate it, especially since I still have that one locked up in here. Hell, it might take two weeks or longer before a judge gets to town for a trial.”
Jess looked over at the man. “What are his offenses if you don’t mind me asking?”
“One of the ranchers in the area caught him stealing a dozen or so cattle and when the rancher tried to stop him, he went and killed the him,” replied Sheriff Davies.
Jess cocked his head and grinned. “Well Sheriff, you could let him out and I’ll give him a little head start and take care of that problem for you real simple.” The man in the jail cell stood up and he looked a little nervous, wondering if the sheriff would actually do it.
