Texas Iron

by Robert J. Randisi

  Sam looked at Jubal and said, “Sorry I didn’t think about that yesterday.”

  “I was just saying,” Jubal said, “not criticizing.”

  “I understand, and I agree.”

  Sam sneaked a look out the window. The bottom half of his wooden shutter had been blown away. He only had time for a short look because as soon as they saw his head a couple of men started firing. He ducked back down.

  “Burkett’s got his men well schooled,” Sam said. “I don’t even have time to get a shot off at him. He’s probably got two men on each window with orders to shoot as soon as they see someone.”

  “So then we can’t fire back.”

  “Not with any effectiveness.”

  As he said that the third volley of shots commenced.

  With parts of the shutters gone the lead was able to enter the office. The coffeepot leaped off the stove, lead imbedded itself in the walls, and one or two slugs managed to hit something and ricochet off.

  “That’s great,” Jubal said. “Now we have to worry about being hit by a ricochet.”

  Sam didn’t reply.

  “McCall,” Burkett called, “I’m giving you some time to think over your position—but don’t take too long!”

  All of a sudden holing up in there didn’t seem like a very good move. What they should have done was leave town with Coffin and meet up with the marshal somewhere along the way. Still, if they had done that they could have been ridden down by Burkett and his men. At least here they had cover—for as long as the building was standing.

  “What do we do if they rush us?” Jubal asked.

  “That’s a strong door, it should hold for a while,” Sam said. “First man through the door knows he’ll be dead.

  Burkett’s gonna have to find someone who wants to come through first. That’ll take some time.”

  “Sam,” Jubal said, sitting with his back to the wall, “I don’t see how we can hold out for two more days.”

  “Well” Sam said, scratching his head, “maybe he’ll get here early.”

  “And maybe Christmas will be early, too.”

  One of the things they had established early on was the lack of a back door. It seemed then that this would work in their favor. Now Sam was thinking of another way out of the jail.

  “What are you thinking?” Jubal asked.

  “I’m tryin’ to think of another way out of here.”

  “What good would that do?”

  “Well, if we could slip out it might take Burkett a while to decide that we were gone. By the time he decided to storm the jail we’d be long gone.”

  “To where?”

  “On the trail,” Sam said. “Maybe we could meet up with the marshal.”

  “If this marshal is riding alone, he ain’t going to do us much good.”

  “I don’t think Burkett would kill a duly appointed officer of the law. That would undo everything he’s accomplished here so far.”

  “Well, the only other way out is through those barred windows in the cells,” Jubal said. “We just have to find a way to get those bars off.”

  “Well, then,” Sam said, “let’s look around the office and see what we can find to do that with.”

  “Why are you giving them time?” Chuck Conners asked Burkett.

  Lincoln Burkett stroked his jaw and said, “I just thought of an easy way to get them out of there.”

  “We can set the jail on fire.”

  “No,” Burkett said, “that would endanger the buildings around it.”

  “What about dynamite?”

  “Same thing.” Burkett looked at Conners and said, “I’m supposed to be a good citizen of this town. How would it look if I burned it down?”

  “What are we gonna do, then?”

  “There’s one person in this town they might come out for.”

  “Who?”

  “Grab two men and follow me.”

  “The shooting has stopped,” Serena said.

  “For now.”

  “What do you think—” Serena started to ask, but she stopped short when four men appeared at the door.

  “Wha—” she said, but the man in front pushed the door open and she staggered back.

  “What’s going on here?” Dude Miller demanded.

  The fourth man to enter was Lincoln Burkett.

  “What do you want, Burkett?”

  “I need your daughter’s help, Miller.”

  “My daughter?”

  “Yes” Burkett said, “I think the McCall boys would come out if she asked them.”

  “I won’t ask them.”

  Burkett frowned at her.

  “I was hoping you’d cooperate, but that doesn’t matter.

  You’re coming along anyway.”

  Burkett waved his arm, and the two men with him and Conners grabbed her arms.

  “Hey!” she said.

  “Let her go—” Miller started, but Chuck Conners stepped in front of him and hit him once on the jaw.

  Miller slumped to the floor, unconscious.

  “Papa!” Serena cried. She looked at Burkett and asked, “Why are you doing this?”

  “As I said,” Burkett replied, “I need your help with the McCalls.”

  “To kill them?”

  “That’s up to them. Take her outside,” Burkett said to the men holding her. “Let’s see how Sam McCall reacts to this.”

  Chapter Twenty-three

  There were no tools in the office. No hammers, no crowbars, nothing.

  “How’s anyone supposed to escape?” Jubal demanded, annoyed.

  “I think that was the idea, Jube,” Sam said. “At least, the original idea.”

  “So what do we do now?”

  “I have a suggestion,” Coffin called from the back.

  “Watch the window,” Sam said to Jubal, and then went in the back to talk to Coffin.

  “What do you have in mind?”

  “Simple enough,” Coffin said. “Give me a gun and let me help.”

  “That’s simple enough,” Sam said. “I give you a gun so you can kill me.”

  “Now, Sam,” Coffin said, “we both know that Burkett’s not happy with me. After all, I didn’t do the job. If he kills you, he’ll kill me, too. If you give me a gun you and I are worth any ten of his men.”

  “Which leaves twenty for Jubal to handle,” Sam said. “Somehow that doesn’t seem to even the odds up much, does it? Sorry, Coffin. You’re just gonna have to stay an observer.”

  “If I’m going to die,” Coffin called out as Sam went back into the office, “I’d rather it be with a gun in my hand.”

  “Anything happening?” Sam asked Jubal.

  “They’re doing the same thing we’re doing…waiting for Burkett. Wait, there he is.”

  Sam hurried to his window.

  Burkett was standing across the street, partially obscured from view by a buckboard. Still, Sam probably could have gotten off one shot. He touched the gun in his holster.

  “McCall!” Burkett called. “I’ve got someone out here you might be interested in.”

  “What the hell is he talking about now?” Jubal asked.

  Burkett waved his arm and suddenly Serena Miller was pushed out from behind the buckboard. She stood in the open, and Burkett stepped out next to her. Behind her and to her right was Chuck Conners.

  “Serena,” Jubal said.

  “What do you want, Burkett?”

  “I see you’re interested in talking now,” Burkett said.

  “Just get to it, Burkett.”

  “You come out and I’ll let the girl go.”

  “And if we don’t come out?”

  “I’ll turn her over to my men.”

  The threat was either one of violation, death…or both.

  “I wonder…” Sam said, looking around at all of Burkett’s men.

  “What?” Jubal asked. “What?”

  “Well, most of Burkett’s men probably hired on as hands, and not as hired guns.”

/>   “What’s your point?”

  “I think if I’m standing out there all by myself, he’s gonna have to kill me himself. I don’t think his men will do it for him.”

  “What about his threat to Serena?”

  “Well, there might be a few of his men who wouldn’t mind taking her into an alley, but I don’t know how many men he’s got who would be willing to kill her.”

  “So what you’re saying is that you’re going to go out there alone.”

  “Right.”

  “To get killed.”

  “Wrong.”

  “Then what?”

  “Hopefully,” Sam said, “I’ll be able to reduce this whole thing to Burkett and me.” He took out his gun and checked the cylinder, to make sure it was fully loaded.

  “And if not?”

  “Just stay in here and watch, Jube,” Sam said. “With any luck you’ll still be able to deliver Coffin to the marshal for killing Evan.”

  “And with no luck?”

  “We’ll all be dead within the next fifteen minutes.”

  Sam stood up, taking most of his weight on his uninjured leg. The other was far from completely healed, but he wasn’t about to let it stop him from doing what he had to do.

  “I’m comin out, Burkett!”

  “No, Sam,” Serena called, “don’t come out. He’ll kill you.”

  “I’ll cover you from the window,” Jubal said. “If you go down, I’m going to kill Burkett.”

  “Sounds fair to me.”

  Sam walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out. Once outside Sam felt very vulnerable. There were at least thirty guns pointed at him. He was putting a lot of faith in Burkett’s men being ranch hands and not killers. Of course, there were those men who had chased him that day, but maybe they’d be less willing to fire at such a stationary target.

  “All right, Burkett,” Sam said, “I’m here.”

  “Where’s your brother?”

  “Like you said before,” Sam said, “you have no quarrel with him.”

  Burkett thought it over and decided not to argue the point. Sam McCall was out in the open. He could deal with the other one later.

  “Let her go.”

  “Not yet, McCall.”

  “Then what now?” Sam asked.

  “Now you drop your gun.”

  “I don’t think so, Burkett,” Sam said. “If your men are gonna kill me I want a chance to take some of them with me—or are you gonna do it yourself? Yeah, there’s an idea.”

  “Shut up, McCall.”

  Sam raised his voice.

  “With most of the town watching they can all testify that thirty men gunned me down. That’s murder.”

  “Remember,” Burkett said, “you have your gun.”

  “One against thirty?” McCall said. “Even though it’s my gun, it’s still murder. Are you all gonna go to jail—or are you gonna let your boss do his own killing?”

  Sam looked around and saw Burkett’s men exchanging glances.

  “Come on, Burkett,” Sam said, “if you do it yourself at least you can claim self-defense.”

  “Good try, McCall,” Burkett said, “but if you gun me you’re as guilty of murder as you say Coffin is for killing your brother.”

  Sam frowned. Damn the man, but he was right.

  “Well, go ahead then, Burkett,” Sam said. “Give your men the order to murder me.”

  Burkett looked around at his own men and saw the dubious look on some of their faces.

  “Go ahead, Mr. Burkett,” Chuck Conners said, “some of us will back you.”

  “Of course,” Sam said, “my First bullet will go right through your heart, Burkett”

  Burkett suddenly froze, as if he realized that Sam McCall could draw and fire and kill him before he could even move. What good was having Sam McCall dead if he couldn’t see it?

  “Call it, Burkett.”

  Sam saw the look of fear on Serena’s face. When the lead started flying he hoped she was smart enough to duck beneath the buckboard.

  “Wait,” Burkett said. “I have a better idea.”

  “I’m listening.”

  “One of my men against you.”

  “What stakes?”

  “Everything,” Burkett said. “I’ll withdraw my men from town.”

  “And Coffin?”

  “He’ll be yours.”

  “And the killing of your son?”

  Burkett made a face and said, “You lost a brother, I lost a son. Maybe well can stop it there.”

  Sam didn’t believe him, but for the moment it was the best offer he had.

  “All right,” Sam said. “Pick your man.”

  Burkett spoke without hesitation.

  “I pick Coffin.”

  Sam was about to refuse, saying that Coffin was a prisoner. “I’ll agree, on one condition,” Sam said.

  “What?”

  “Let her go now”

  Burkett looked at Serena for a moment, and then he spoke to Chuck Conners.

  “Let her go.”

  “Make him bring Coffin out first, boss.”

  “No need for that, Conners,” Burkett said. “Mr. McCall is a man of his word—aren’t you, Sam?”

  “Jubal?” Sam called.

  “Yes, Sam?”

  “When Serena is safely away, bring Coffin out.”

  There was a moment’s hesitation. Sam knew Jubal would have liked to argue the point, but there wasn’t time.

  “All right, Sam.”

  “Don’t give him his gun yet.”

  “Right.”

  Sam looked at Burkett expectantly.

  “Go ahead, little lady,” Burkett said, “go back to your father.”

  Serena threw one last glance at Sam, and then ran from the street. She didn’t go far, though. Her father had recovered and had come down the street to see what was happening. She ran into his arms, and they both stood there to watch. Dude Miller had one hand around her shoulder. In his other hand, down by his leg, he held a rifle.

  The door to the jail opened and Coffin stepped out, followed by Jubal, who had his gun in his hand and Coffin’s gunbelt over his shoulder.

  “Stop,” Jubal said, and Coffin stopped.

  Sam turned so he was half facing Burkett and Coffin. Some of the townspeople had gotten brave and had come out onto the boardwalks to see what they had been waiting all week to see. Burkett’s men, seeing all the witnesses, began lowering their rifles.

  “Give him his gun,” Sam told Jubal.

  “But Sam—”

  “Do it, Jube.”

  Jubal, shaking his head, took Coffin’s gunbelt from his shoulder and handed it to the man. Coffin grabbed it and buckled it on, then faced Sam.

  “This is a big mistake on your part, McCall.”

  “This is what you’ve wanted all along, Coffin, so let’s just do it.”

  Coffin stepped down into the street and said, “You can’t fool me, Sam. You’ve been wanting this, too. You want to see which of us is better just as much as I do.”

  Sam didn’t answer. He watched Coffin carefully as he walked out into the middle of the street.

  Jubal, relieved of the responsibility of watching Coffin, chose now to watch Lincoln Burkett and his foreman closely. If and when Sam killed Coffin, Jubal didn’t think Burkett was going to accept it.

  Burkett, watching as the two men squared off, said to Conners in a low voice, “If McCall kills him, I want him dead.”

  “Right, boss.”

  Conners turned and indicated to his men that they were to watch him. He had kept the men he could be sure of—Priest, Granger, and some of the others who had chased McCall that day—on the ground with him.

  Except for Jubal, who was watching Burkett and Conners, all eyes were on the two men in the street.

  “Who calls the play?” Coffin asked.

  “Never mind that,” Sam said. “You just move when you’re ready.”

  They were close enough that Sam could watch Coffin’s e
yes. If they’d been further apart he would have kept his eyes on his right shoulder, waiting for it to dip.

  The eyes, though, would narrow even before the shoulder clipped.

  Even though Coffin’s eyes did narrow before he moved, Sam was surprised at how fast he was. Coffin had possibly the fastest move he’d ever seen, and even as he drew and fired his own gun he couldn’t help but admire it.

  Sam’s bullet struck Coffin high in the chest. Coffin—sfinger spasmed, jerking the trigger of his own gun, firing a round into the ground by his foot. For a moment time stopped for Coffin and he stared at Sam, admitting to himself the fact that the man had not only outdrawn him, but had done it by a wide margin. Even though he had seen Sam McCall’s move twice before, he was shocked.

  “Shit,” he said, and died before he hit the ground.

  Jubal raise his rifle and shot Chuck Conners as he was drawing his gun.

  “Fire!” Lincoln Burkett shouted…

  It’s easy to get thirty men to agree to fight rather than lose their jobs. It’s easy to get them to fire their rifles at a building, at a jail with two men inside it. It’s harder, however, to get thirty men to fire their guns at another man. Killing a man isn’t an easy thing to do, and men who make their living punching cattle or breaking broncs can’t moved so easily into killing.

  When Burkett shouted “Fire!” thirty men heard him, but only about eight actually drew and began to fire. The others lowered their rifles and watched.…

  The minute Burkett shouted, Dude Miller pushed Serena into a doorway and raised his rifle. He fired at the nearest man with a gun in his hand.

  Ed Collins came out of his gunsmith shop with a rifle in his hands and ran toward the action. If there was ever a time for this town to get out from under Lincoln Burkett’s thumb, this was it.

  Swede Hanson had known since the day the McCalls arrived that it would come to this, lead flying in the streets. He had cleaned his old Navy Colt every day since then, and now he had a chance to use it. He’d been standing in a doorway, watching the action, and now he stepped out and raised his gun…

  Sam would have preferred to turn as soon as he fired, but he had to make sure that Coffin would go down. As the man started to fall he turned, saw Chuck Conners fall, and leaped for cover just as Lincoln Burkett shouted his command to his men.

  Sam noticed right away that not all of Burkett’s men had obeyed his command. He also noticed that there was some covering fire coming from different directions. With a glance he identified Dude Miller and Ed Collins. He didn’t find out until later that Swede Hanson had also been firing.