Little Muddy Killer
On the run and on foot, the one Maggie Stokes pursues, continues on his heinous, cross country murdering spree.
The pressure mounts as Maggie, the one eyed tracker, and the posse try to stop the killings, and confront the one who has been doing them...
Aurelio Salcido had always been seen as a mere cockroach, to most town folk, but in just over a month, he had managed to transform himself into an outright murderous, gunslinger, and was now on the run and in a fight for his life...
"Killing's the easy part, it's the living afterwards that's the hardest." Aurelio said.
Maggie Stokes stood at the back of a crowd of people who were being address by Clarkson's local law. She was so far back, and out of ear shot that all the information was being relayed back to her was third, fourth or fifth hand.
"Say what?" She asked the elderly lady next to her.
"He's killed three people," The old lady standing next to her told Maggie what had been relayed back to her from the very front of the throng of people stood out the front of the Clarkson jail house.
"Who's killed three people?" Maggie asked.
"They don't know," The old woman said.
"There's someone going around shooting people in the back of the head," The man to her left proffered Maggie some more details on the subject.
"Sounds like some sort of a coward," The old woman said, offering up her opinion of the killer or killers.
"One was just a child up in Little Muddy," The man said to the old woman across Maggie's front.
"They shot the whore there too," The old woman said back in disgust. "Someone seen a woman leaving her tent, and she's never been seen again either by all accounts,"
"What a ghost?" The man asked.
"No, not a ghost, although they say she floated like one," The old woman said putting some thought to the notion.
With that Maggie pushed on through the crowd to get a better view. To see what was really being said up there on the jail house verandah. Maggie only had one good eye, but two good ears. She could hear well enough, but running or walking was a difficult occupation in itself on account she had been in a covered wagon when it had rolled over, and she had been tossed out of it, and badly injured. Losing the sight in her left eye, and gaining a wonky left hip to boot.
"That's all folks, go about your business, but keep a good look out for anything unusual, and report anything that gets stolen, could be something in it," Sheriff Abrahams said, trailing off, and returning to the confines of the jail house closely followed by his deputy.
"Well, that was helpful," Maggie said to no one as she like everyone else turned to leave having just reached the front of the crowd.
"I had some gloves stolen out of my buggy yesterday," Someone was saying to her fellow citizens as they all departed.
