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The Outlaw's Angel, Part Ii
...Burke grabbed Aura and they both ran out, riding double on his trusty horse. The word raced quickly through the town, a posse was formed, as a matter of course. So Burke pushed his mount, more and more. They couldn’t go back, despite acts justified, not when two men, one a sherriff, had died. So they rode, pursuers hot on their trail, until they reach a ranch high the peaks. Burke pulled a gun while Aurelia seized a new horse, both study and sleek. The rancher fumed, too angry to speak. Burke apologized, gave him all his gold, then sped off again into mountains cold. Two days passed, the posse drew close, and both their horses started to flag. No longer able to outrun their hunters, Burke mad camp high up in a crag, where he could shoot safely if they attacked. The posse appeared in the meadow below, lead the by the sherriff’s oldest, known as Milo. “Surrendor now, or we’ll shoot you down!” They shouted it as they stared to climb. But before Burke could even open his mouth the air exploded with shrill, Indian cries. A horde of Bannocks their arrows let fly! They swept into the meadow, circling fast. The posse died quickly, not long could they last. Burke and Aurelia hid low in the rocks until the last of the Bannocks had left. Not much was left of the posse below, they lay still, and were mostly scalpless. But one figured crawled amongst the dead. Burke climbed down, still clutching his gun, and loomed over the sheriff's bloodied son. “You won’t believe me, but I’ll say it now, I acted only out of self-defense. You’re father and Grisby were gunning for me, and Grisby was putting his hands on my friend. There choices brought them to their ends.” But Milo just snarled, and crawled away, Burke and Aura sighed, and left him that way. No one from Tillico ever saw them again, even when Milo put a bounty of their hides. Some say they made for themselves new names and peacefully lived out their lives. Others said, like most outlaws, they died... And if you all liked this tale that you just heard, Tell your friends about me, Bruce Bowden the Third.
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