"Alright, have a nice day Carmello." Catnip shouted after him. Floyd watched it all from where he was performing maintainance on his quad bike. The man Catnip called Carmello didn't turn or respond. Floyd knew about Carmichael "Carmello" Cambridge. Wheeled and dealed around the refugee centers, made deliveries to various groups across new england, and on occasion, stuck up honest survivors. Carmello looked around and then knocked on the door of his groups heavily modified RV. The engine didn't start right away, so Floyd approached and listened.
"Get what you wanted from that bitch boss?"
"No, but I think we've skimmed about what we can off her. This thing is looking pretty formidable on the roads. I think we can start hitting some real targets, maybe one of the refugee centers."
"What about the mutie boss?"
"... Fuck it. I'm tired of tryin' with her. We'll make her our first hit. She can't get those gats out front working properly, so we ain't gotta worry about them. The cowboy... I wanna get him too. He'll be back later tonight, seems Catnip has offered him his own room and all that jazz. He'll come back, we'll hit this shithole tomorrow morning. Make it a couple days, to make sure the battery on this hog is charged, and get em both in one go. Toss these fuckin' books in with the rest of the firewood."
"Animals." Floyd whispered to himself as the RV started. He walked back to his quad and ran his hand across the handle bars. "Gonna earn our keep I think."
He followed them from a distance until they set up camp in a copse of trees, and watched for a time. There were six of them, and one of him. There were six in the cylinder at his hip, enough to get this job done. When the men who meant his charge harm had settled down, he checked his revolver and moved in.
"Evening." Said Floyd, breaking into the clearing where the bandits had set up camp. The men stood, "The fuck are you doing here cowboy?" Floyd let his hands rest on his belt, his right within comfortable distance of his raging bull. "Come to deliver a message." He responded, spitting into the dirt, "Your services are no longer required." The bandits glanced at each other and Carmello stepped forward. "Oh yeah cowboy? Well that's fine with me, we were moving on anyway." Floyd didn't like the shit eating grin on Carmello's face, it was the grin of a dog just as it was preparing to bite. His hand slid closer to his revolver. "I don't think you were. Something about a first hit? Early in the morning?" Floyds own look had turned sourly business like. The silence between them was broken by a gust of wind and the crackle of the fire pit. Carmello took a step back, "Get him."
They were at him in an instant. They were armed with next to nothing in terms of weapons, but they had numbers. Six shots was all Floyd would have. 'Should have brought the quad' he thought. The gun on his quad would have trivialized this, but they would have heard him coming. One of Carmellos men got too eager and charged ahead of the advancing group, Floyd pulled leather and shot him in the gut, turned and shot another low in the left chest. Carmello was running towards the RV, if he got in their Floyd wouldn't have a chance. One of the bandits coming at him from the side, he swung his gun in that direction and struck him across the jaw with the barrel of Floyds sizable gun. A spray of teeth and blood was joined a split instant later by a jet of burning gasses and a lead slug plowing through the soft flesh beneath the bandits chin. Three in the cylinder, three rabid animals left to put down. Floyd charged, a maneuver that got him clubbed and stabbed several times, but put one of the bandits off balance. Carmello had reached the RV and was struggling with the door. He'd have to take the shot now if he was the have a chance. A backhand to the face of one bandit gave him a little space, he aimed, and fired. Carmello fell with a shout. Not dead, Floyd knew from the way he fell that he wasn't down for good. A loose end, he had to hope that Carmello wouldn't get back up, that he'd get a chance to tie that loose end up. A knife entered his periphery, looping in, going for his eyes. Floyd jerked his head back, fired wildly, and missed. "FUCK!" The other bandit was getting back up. He didn't have time for this, one bullet wasn't enough and he didn't have time to reload. The knife wielder was babbling incoherently. Something in Spanish, the cowboy didn't have to think about his target, and shot him in the head. At first he didn't realize he'd been shot. He was having a hard time thinking. His eyes slowly rolled back in his head and he collapsed. "Oh god, don't kill me!" Screeched the final bandit. "Stay there." responded Floyd. He'd reloaded three chambers when a shot not his own rang out from the direction of the bandits fallen leader. Searing pain etched it's way up and down Floyd's leg. The last of the bandits stopped begging and tried to push his new found advantage, only to find a bullet ripping the life from his body, even as it punctured his lung and ripped out a sizable chunk of his spine. "FUCK YOU COWBOY!" Shouted Carmello. Another shot flew past Floyds side and a third grooved his hip. He sat up, aimed, not flinching as a fourth and fifth bullet creased the air around him, and fired.
There wasn't a lot left the the hand holding Carmello's gun. Floyd looked over the scene with some thought. He hadn't been aiming for his hand, the shot had been a fluke. For Carmallo's part, he couldn't stop screaming and looking at the hand either. Floyd checked the cylinder and spat. "As I was saying, the girl no longer requires your services. I'd issue you your unemployment papers, but..." A shot rang out, and except for the sounds of the woods and the crackling of the fire pit, silence fell over the camp.
"Floyd, have you seen Carmello?" Floyd continued polishing the chrome bumper on his quad bike and rubbed the healing wound in his leg. "Can't say that I have Catnip, Can't say that I have. Left a note, asked me to burn it. Left you that nice RV, as a parting gift. Guess he must have moved on."
Credit goes to Saltmummy for the story itself, I just fixed up the spelling errors. I'll send the save soon. as it takes ages to upload.