Excerpted from Legends
Copyright 2006 by Tom "Forty Rod" Taylor
Alone at the bar stood Glen Gray, an
untouched drink before him. He watched Jack's reflection in the mirror
above the back bar as the lawman slowly walked to stand beside him.
Neither said anything, each watching the other.
"What changed your
mind out there, Gray?"
Glen Gray stood
staring at his own reflection before dropping his eyes and shrugging. He
picked up the drink in front of him, held it for a second, and set it back down
again without tasting it.
"That damned
farmer. What he said out there, that was the truth wasn't it?
Keller did that to his daughter?"
Jack nodded.
Gray picked up the drink and tossed it off in one quick motion and when the
bartender picked up a bottle and started forward, Gray waved him off.
"I thought
so. A man couldn't make up a story like that. Not an' tell it that
way."
He turned to face
Jack.
"Mister, I ain't
never been a good man. I robbed stages, a bank, an' even an Army
payroll. I've shot many men an' never given it much thought. I
never killed nobody that wasn't as bad as me, I never killed nobody that didn't
have it comin', an' every one was facin' me an' had his chance, but by God I
never hurt no women or kids, an' I never raped an' beat up no little
girls. That ain't somethin' a man does, an' it ain't somethin' a man puts
up with."
He stopped
grim-faced and shaking.
"Nossir, it
ain't. I didn't know nothin' about that, but I figger Crawford had
to. He an' Keller been together a long time. I couldn't abide that
in nobody, so..."
"You backin' off
out there probably saved my life, Gray. I knew I could take Crawford an'
likely Keller, too, but you were a wild card. You don't shape up like
somebody I could take alone, much less with those other two. I'm obliged
to you."
The gunman gave
Jack a wry smile.
"I'd hate to have
to make my money betting on which is best."
"Let me buy
you a drink, Gray?"
"I don't think
so. I don't think I'm gonna be doing much drinkin' from here on out, but
thanks for the offer. It means a lot."
Jack started to
walk away when Gray asked, "Who are you, Mister? I don't even know your
name."