Blood and Kin, Part II

...His hand flashed fast, the Colt spoke loudly, Dalton was struck, flew back wildly. Silas shifted right, cut down that man, still fumbling with the gun in his hand. The other man threw his hands up high, said Silas, “Run, or you too will die.” The bandit scrambled, leaving the bar, Dalton still breathed, but wouldn’t get far. “In what wourld could we ever be kin?” snarled Silas, standing over him. “When you get there, find Satan and tell him how a Hamlin sent you to Hell.” Dalton’s breath rasped, the fear present now, wanting mercy he’d never allowed, but Silas cared not, slowly took aim, then sent a bullet straight through his brain. The saloon was still, people hiding, Silas straight up, gun still smoking, said to the bartender, “Sorry for the floor.” flipped him some gold, then strode out the door.