THE DODGE CITY MASSACRE (A Jess Williams Novel.) by Robert J. Thomas

bounty?”
                  “I’m not sure and I don’t really care. I plan on killing the two of them just the same, bounty or not.”
                  “Why take the chance in a gunfight if there ain’t any money involved?”
                  “Because if that man told us the truth, and I believe he had no reason to lie, then they deserve to die just because they are bad men.”
                  “Okay, I’m with you no matter what you decide partner,” replied Bodine.
                  They rode into town and went straight to the gunsmith’s store. John got his two cut-down shotguns and loaded them both. “This is some nice work. These look perfect and exactly what I wanted,” John said thanking the gunsmith.
                  “Just don’t shoot your feet with one of them, they won’t have much range, but the shot pattern will be wide as hell,” said the gunsmith.
                  They walked out of the store and headed straight for The Long Branch Saloon. As they walked in, they saw two men at the bar and both of them were wearing double six-shooters. Jess could tell they were trouble and walked over to the end of the bar. The two men were Dan Healy and Larry Frost and they were in fact looking for Jess, who they noticed as soon as they turned to look at him.
                  “Well, look over there, Dan,” said Larry Frost, “our big payday just walked in. We’re going to be ten thousand dollars richer in a few moments. How lucky can two men get in one day?”
                  “Yeah, I’m already spending the money in my head,” remarked Healy.
                  Jess looked down at the two men. “I suppose you two are here to try and collect the ten thousand dollars of blood bounty put on my head by a rich banker out east?” asked Jess.
                  “Oh, we ain’t trying, we are collecting it,” replied Healy.
                  “Are you the two who killed that drifter a little while ago?”
                  “Yeah, not that it’s any of your business,” replied Frost.
                  Jess looked over at the barkeep, Logan Whipple. “Did these two really force that drifter into a gunfight for no reason?”
                  “Hell yes they did. That drifter was minding his own business, but those two just kept at him until he couldn’t take anymore. He didn’t stand a chance against those two. It was that one who shot the man,” said Logan, as he pointed at Healy.
                  “Shut the hell up, barkeep, or we’ll make sure you end up like that drifter after we kill this one here,” scowled Healy.
                  “I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” replied Whipple, “I’ve seen that man in a gunfight before and I ain’t too awfully worried about either of you two being left alive when he’s done with you.”
                  “Well, we’ll just have to see about that now, won’t we?” replied Frost. “Dan, you can take his partner there and I’ll take the Williams fellow.” The two of them spread out a little.
                  Jess smiled and looked at the two of them as he said, “John, go ahead and have a drink, I’ll take care of these two by myself.”
                  “You sure you want to do that?” Bodine asked. “I mean, I know you’re fast, but why take the chance?
                  “Just for the satisfaction of being the one who put these two in a grave,” Jess replied, a sarcastic tone in his voice.
                  “You think you can take the both of us at once?” asked Frost, defiantly.
                  “Yes I do, but if you two are worried about your reputation, you can each take a go at me one at a time if you want, it really doesn’t matter to me much one way or