Another One Bites The Dust (382 hits)
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Submitted by Trout (View user info) at 2004-09-18 12:47:48 EDT
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It wasn't in Jesse's nature to be careful.
He was more the kind of guy that would rush in, fists raised or, if the situation called for it, guns blazing.
A leap before you look kind of guy. That's not to say he was stupid, just that he was impulsive.
His grandaddy never backed down from a fight and neither did his daddy. The fact that they died in WW2 and Vietnam respectively, both trying to single-handedly take an enemy position, should maybe have taught him the lesson that rushing into a fight may be good for Audy Murphy but the Samson family usually came unstuck when trying such heroics. However, Jesse Samson had not learned that lesson yet, but maybe tonight in his favorite watering hole he will.
Hunters Rest - Bar & Grill: 8pm
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Jesse Samson was standing at the bar and he was not a happy man.
He had just been insulted and that was more than enough to get him going. Hell, someone inadvertently making a derogatory remark about his ball club was enough to get his fists doing some talking.
Now, Jesse knew that he was technically in the wrong. Yes, he'd accidentally spilled the stranger's beer but he didn't expect to be called a "dumb cunt" and then ordered to buy two replacements for all the trouble he'd caused.
"Now I know I spilled your drink mister, but I don't expect to be called such a name and for that you're not getting a replacement beer. What's gonna happen is that you and me are gonna go out into the parkin' lot and if you're lucky all you'll need is some replacement teeth"
The bar manager tried to step in, "Now Jesse, I'm sure this fella don't want no trouble, do you mister?"
"I think I do bar keep, I think I do"
Now this was a surprise to both Jesse and the bar manager. Now, Jesse was the epitome of a country boy. Working all his days on farms had finely honed his physique. He was about six and a half foot tall and about four foot wide. You'd have to be drunk or insane to take him on in a fight and plenty of people that were both still refused to take him on.
The stranger, on the other hand while not technically a midget could comfortably buy all his clothes from junior gap. To say the fight would be a mismatch would be an understatement.
But to give the stranger his dues he started walking outside.
"Now I don't want anyone to follow us, I don't take kindly to anyone that may be a witness. Whatever happens outside is between me and the farm boy"
Jesse smiled, this meant he would have free reign. He turned to the bar manager:
"Start pouring me another Joe, I won't be long"
"Sure thing Jesse, sure thing"
Outside 8.05pm
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Jesse looked down at his opponent.
"Now, how do ya want to do this stra....aaaah"
The stranger had hit him, hard, in the rib cage.
Jesse heard two of his ribs crack.
He fell to one knee. The stranger ran round to his back, kicking him in the back of the head. As Jesse lay prone on the ground he felt a pair of handcuffs pull his wrists together.
"What the fuck is this?"
"Now you listen to me farm boy, I want you to shut the fuck up and take this like a man."
Jesse felt the cold steel press at the nape of his neck.
"Oh fuck, mister don't shoot me please."
"I'm only gonna shoot you if you struggle farm boy"
Jesse felt his belt being undone as his head was pushed into the dirt.
The dust of the parking lot turned to mud in his mouth. Each thrust of the strangers pelvis pushed his mouth into the dirt again, another mouthful of dust, more mud down his throat.
When the stranger had finished he pulled Jesse to his feet and undone his handcuffs.
Jesse spun around to face him, he was going to...........do nothing. The gun was pointed at his face. The stranger spoke.
"Now, I'm going to watch you go back into bar and you can tell them what you like. To spare your blushes I'm just going to go to my truck and drive outta here. I'm a gentleman that way. Don't kiss and tell. Now move"
Jesse started towards the bar. He pulled up his jeans, his backside was wet. He didn't want to think with what.
Hunters Rest - Bar & Grill: 8.12pm
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Joe the bar manager looked at Jesse.
Jesse was looking at his hand, it was covered in blood. Blood from his torn anus which now felt like it was had shards of glass embedded in it.
Joe saw the blood on Jesse's hand.
"Another one bite the dust, Jesse?"
"Someone did Joe, someone did. Now where's that beer?"
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