The Cochise County Cowboys part 1: Ike clanton
The setting
A stagecoach moseyed down the road. To be entirely honest it was less of a stagecoach and more of an oversized horsecart. Frank steered and Emmet rode shotgun, the other two were sitting in the cart with guns and a general sense of boredom.
Cochise county, about 6,000 miles of dead desert, cacti, and rattlesnakes. Between the empty expanses of sand and dried plants and the blistering heat Bob, Emmet, and Gratton were a tiny small itty bit absolutely furious at Frank for making them come here.
"Why the hell did you think going after a gang in the middle of the goddamn desert would be a good idea?" Emmet wouldn't be caught complaining until a knife was in his chest but this 103 degree heat was proving to be **too fucking much.**
"You said you wanted to get paid big bucks quickly, *this* is how you do it!"
"We coulda been comfy back home shoving a gun into some rancher's face and it would've had the same result Frank!"
"Yeah! Dwight had it coming anyway!"
"Bob rancher's don't make big bucks and Grat quit being an idiot! Dwight is the town gunsmith, you try to rob him and you'll be filled with holes quicker than a hyperactive roadrunner."
"I'd rather be lying in the jail with the town doctor than here in the blazin' desert lookin' for some old dude so we can get paid peanuts by the rurales!"
"Shut up already! Christ, Mom must be spinnin' in her grave hearin' ya'll talkin' about bandit life." He loved his brothers but goddamn if it wasn't the biggest pain in Frank's ass.