Call of the Gun

Dixon rubbed his face and ask, "You have any enemies, Wes?" Wes chuckled, "You know the answer to that, Sheriff. Let's see Johnson, Bowman, that henchman of McDonald's, what is his name - Speedy?" Dixon nodded his head slightly, "Yeah that was a dumb question, wasn't it? I know the same people who killed my deputy are responsible for this, but I'm having a hell of a hard time proving it." "Well Sheriff, I tried to stay out of this mess, but they brought it to my doorstep. They chucked the coals on the fire, now they're gonna burn." Wes said as he turned to the door tipping his hat. "Hold on there, Wes; keep those pistols holstered and let the law deal with this." Wes didn't reply, he just gave Dixon a quick doubtful glance as walked out. He led his horse down the street to the general store. "Good evening Mr. Monroe. I need four boxes of shells for these Colts," Wes ordered from the clerk. "You plan on doing a lot of shooting, Wes?" Monroe asked as he laid the ammunition on the counter. "I hope not, but you never know," Wes replied, paying for the ammo and walking out. As he tucked the ammunition in his saddle bags Speedy walked up a few feet behind him. "Hey there Johnny Reb; I see you're packing today." Wes turns slowly giving him a cold hard stare, "Walk away boy - walk away now."