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"Alright... move it!" Mel yelled as she dragged a rather filthy looking man behind her horse. He was her latest bounty and well after spending two weeks in desert hunting the scoundrel down she was ready for a little "R & R" and especially a hot bath. "You're one evil woman! Beckwith! You know that?" the partially toothless man yelled as she yanked the ropes tighter.
"How's a man spose to make a decent livin' when you shooting him in ass huh?" he asked accomplishing nothing but making the 5'4, brunette laugh and nearly fall from her horse.
"Whelp, I reckon you mighta not have wanted to rob a stage coach there Jesse" Mel fired back as she tugged the rope some more and they made their way into a small little dirt town. The town's folk all but stared at the petite spitfire of a woman hauling this rather large rascal into the sheriff's office. Few women if any at all were bounty hunters and it often had it's challenges but Mel coped just fine. She had been orphaned at the age of 13 when her father, a lawman was gun down. Now she had spent the last 12 years of her life bringing the rotten, and the wicked to justice. Now at the age of 25 and as beautiful as Aphrodite herself, she was more than ready to retire, maybe settle down somewhere and open her own saloon with her bounty savings.
"Here ya go sheriff! Now wheres my bounty?" Beckwith laughed as she kicked the ass wounded man through the doors to the office, a trail of dust and dirt following them as she walked through and took a seat propping her feet up on the sheriff's desk. "There you have it! Jesse Townson...stage coach bandit and cattle thief" she added with a big grin and a open palm begging to be filled with money.
Soon enough a jailer came to collect Jesse while Mel or if you got to know her sweet side Melody discussed things over with the lawman. "If you don't get those boots off my desk you aint got anything coming Beckwith!" the older gentleman sheriff said with a grin as he started to count out her money.
"You know Melody you're one of my best hunters! I hate to see you go and retire like this" the older man said handing Mel $3000 dollars and kicking her boots off his desk. Today she was retiring, and planning on living a somewhat normal life not involving guns, bullets or days without the leisurely comforts of home. There was no way that he was going to drag her back into the game. She had caught everyone she had it out for and then some. She even hunted down every member of the gang who killed her father or so she thought.
"Maybe you might want a look at this poster Beckwith!" The sheriff said handing her a piece a paper with a somewhat possible description of an outlaw. "You gotta be kidding me Bill. I got every one the Callaghan gang" Mel spoke back throwing the poster back on his desk.
"Not this one! You didn't! He was only a kid in that gang when you had the unfortunate luck of meeting them." The sheriff spoke as he paced around the desk. "If I had to guess i'd say he was around 17 then...which would put him at 29 ish now" he said with a flare in his voice trying to bait her into taking the case.
The bounty had been the biggest she'd ever seen for one man. It was a whole $25,000 and fact that he had been associated with that whole group of murderous hounds didn't hurt. Melody lifted her revolver and spun the barrel counting the bullets she had left and contemplating the offer. "Well who put the bounty out and it says here that there's no last known location. If what you say is true than this man might as well be a ghost. I highly doubt I'll find him strolling down main street Bill" she spoke sarcastically.
"So I guess that means you're taking it then? Well you bests head to a little boom town not too far north of here called Stillwater. Someone he didn't treat so friendly says he's been hiding out there for sometime now." The sheriff said turning away from Mel to look out the window.
"As far as who put up the bounty...I reckon it was some piece of horse dung railroad man. Says this guy ripped off one of his trains a few years back and made off with thousands!" Bill said turning around and seeing that Melody had taken the wanted flyer and had gone. By her calculations she could be in Stillwater by tomorrow's sundown if she kept at it. Melody rode out like a bat out of hell on her way to find this man and that she would.
Melody Beckwith always got her man!
"How's a man spose to make a decent livin' when you shooting him in ass huh?" he asked accomplishing nothing but making the 5'4, brunette laugh and nearly fall from her horse.
"Whelp, I reckon you mighta not have wanted to rob a stage coach there Jesse" Mel fired back as she tugged the rope some more and they made their way into a small little dirt town. The town's folk all but stared at the petite spitfire of a woman hauling this rather large rascal into the sheriff's office. Few women if any at all were bounty hunters and it often had it's challenges but Mel coped just fine. She had been orphaned at the age of 13 when her father, a lawman was gun down. Now she had spent the last 12 years of her life bringing the rotten, and the wicked to justice. Now at the age of 25 and as beautiful as Aphrodite herself, she was more than ready to retire, maybe settle down somewhere and open her own saloon with her bounty savings.
"Here ya go sheriff! Now wheres my bounty?" Beckwith laughed as she kicked the ass wounded man through the doors to the office, a trail of dust and dirt following them as she walked through and took a seat propping her feet up on the sheriff's desk. "There you have it! Jesse Townson...stage coach bandit and cattle thief" she added with a big grin and a open palm begging to be filled with money.
Soon enough a jailer came to collect Jesse while Mel or if you got to know her sweet side Melody discussed things over with the lawman. "If you don't get those boots off my desk you aint got anything coming Beckwith!" the older gentleman sheriff said with a grin as he started to count out her money.
"You know Melody you're one of my best hunters! I hate to see you go and retire like this" the older man said handing Mel $3000 dollars and kicking her boots off his desk. Today she was retiring, and planning on living a somewhat normal life not involving guns, bullets or days without the leisurely comforts of home. There was no way that he was going to drag her back into the game. She had caught everyone she had it out for and then some. She even hunted down every member of the gang who killed her father or so she thought.
"Maybe you might want a look at this poster Beckwith!" The sheriff said handing her a piece a paper with a somewhat possible description of an outlaw. "You gotta be kidding me Bill. I got every one the Callaghan gang" Mel spoke back throwing the poster back on his desk.
"Not this one! You didn't! He was only a kid in that gang when you had the unfortunate luck of meeting them." The sheriff spoke as he paced around the desk. "If I had to guess i'd say he was around 17 then...which would put him at 29 ish now" he said with a flare in his voice trying to bait her into taking the case.
The bounty had been the biggest she'd ever seen for one man. It was a whole $25,000 and fact that he had been associated with that whole group of murderous hounds didn't hurt. Melody lifted her revolver and spun the barrel counting the bullets she had left and contemplating the offer. "Well who put the bounty out and it says here that there's no last known location. If what you say is true than this man might as well be a ghost. I highly doubt I'll find him strolling down main street Bill" she spoke sarcastically.
"So I guess that means you're taking it then? Well you bests head to a little boom town not too far north of here called Stillwater. Someone he didn't treat so friendly says he's been hiding out there for sometime now." The sheriff said turning away from Mel to look out the window.
"As far as who put up the bounty...I reckon it was some piece of horse dung railroad man. Says this guy ripped off one of his trains a few years back and made off with thousands!" Bill said turning around and seeing that Melody had taken the wanted flyer and had gone. By her calculations she could be in Stillwater by tomorrow's sundown if she kept at it. Melody rode out like a bat out of hell on her way to find this man and that she would.
Melody Beckwith always got her man!