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-In any case, Choctaw was quicker to finish, Lon said calmly and smiled at his younger brother. Razor was looking in awe. Choctaw had been incredibly quick and he had hit the target twice in six shots and in less than five seconds!

Bets were settled, and most of the cowboys started preparing their kit and kaboodle to get back to work. Crowe stayed behind, and he had a message from the Boss for Jack and Choctaw.

- I want my wiskey!!! - said Choctaw while he reloads.

Acknowledging his defeat, Crowe exhaled and approached Choctaw, offering his hand as a sign of humble recognition for Choctaw's victory. He thought he could win this and prove a point, but he had realized that it wasn't going to be as easy as he had thought initially. 

Nice shots - the man congratulated him. Once the hand was shaken, Crowe took a step back. 

I have a message for you two - he said, looking both at Choctaw and Dekker - Vincent Bronson wants me to tell you to do what needs to be done to sort out the cattle thieves. 

- Good, that's something we can manage ourselves. I am tired of doing nothing about that fucking marshal. - Jack said while spitting on the earth. - Where has been the last robbery? I can start to track them from that point.

Choctaw is smiling all the time

- C'mon, there's some whiskey to drink, but  duty calls. After our chat with the old man we can share that whiskey.

Choctaw turns to Jack

- Some action, at last. C'mon,  Mr. Bronson is waiting us.

Foreman Stenbaugh rode to the shooting area. He was built like an ox, and he didn´t like to mess around. -Crowe! Vince says you come with me.  We gotta go into Sabbath, he yelled and pulled the reins.

-Dekker?, he asked looking surprised at Choctaw and Jack. -You ought to get goin´. Vince reckons you gonna sort out the cattle thieves for good. So move your ass out of here!!

The boss had been very clear when he had spoken to Harvey earlier. But it was best for him not to be seen with the gun men that were going to do his killing today...

-Ok, where are we going to?

Choctaw is still smiling and now he is smoking.

- We must meet Mr. Bronson or follow you?

Up on Bornite, it was - he answered Dekker, ignoring Choctaw's rush. 

Quickly, he mounted Bolt, ready to follow Harvey to Sabbath. He had no more business here. 

- Choctaw, stop smiling and mount on your horse, we have something to shot. 

Jack walks towards his horse and ride on it.

- Perhaps you are faster shoting, but you aren't faster than me on a horse. A packet of cigerretes to the winner!!! -Jack yells making his horse shot out.

- Ok, ok, you are a bastardo, Jack, I was just joking, We'll have some action at last, let me enjoy it.

Choctaw takes his horse and ride, yells the horse and goes .

- Maybe ya're faster, but I'm still the handsome, sumbitches.
 

Jack and Choctaw got on their horses and quickly rode away. They had a mission. To hunt down some cattle thieves that had raided near Bornite Creek. This would take the hired guns deep into Mexican territory in the south. First they stopped at the bunk house to get their equipment and some supplies. Then they would try to teach the obnoxious Mexicans what happens to those who mess with the Bronson´s.

Crowe caught up with Harvey at the main entrance to the Bronson ranch. From there, the two would ride into Sabbath. They had some business in town…