Western Vampire

“Looks like another one Gus. Dunno how these guys keep on getting killed this way, but this has gotta be what, the fifth one this month?”

“Nah, this is six, you forgot the old biddy over on the ridge, she got done too. Though they say she was dead over a month, so who knows how many more we’re missing. take him to the pit with the rest Frank, I’ll go get a posse, we gotta find this sunva bitch right now.”

Gus lowered his hat and began to kick the dust on the ground over the pools of blood below the body. He then walked over to the tavern to see who he could get to help at ten in the morning. He stepped in through the double doors, surveyed the people and began picking them at random.

“If I don’t force em, no ones gonna help out” he thought to himself, “so be it.”

“You, you and you, come with me” he spoke out loud, pointing at an assortment of regulars, those who looked only to be on their third drink of the day.

“Hey what’d we do sheriff, we ain’t harmed no one! ain’t even drunk yet damnit!” piped up one of the older, decrepit drunks.

“I know you aint, but we got another body punctured and dead out front, so we need to go find this guy. You lot are helping me, or I’ll have you run out of town. I don’t fancy your odds with this bastard out in the wild, do you?” He propositioned, “Now come on, Franks getting some horses and a gun for each of ya, and if you so much as misfire it anywhere near me, you’ll be dead in an instant. Got all that?” They nodded in unison “Good, now come on.”