the killing

Sam sat at the kitchen table lingering over his coffee. Sissy was stiring around the kitchen cleaning up the breakfast dishes and getting ready to start the day. her jet black hair hung down her  to almost mid back, the serape wrapper she wore cinched in at the waist.  sam hadn't decided if he was just lazy or was killing time being with Sissy. he was finishing his coffee when coaly stuck his head in the screen door.
  " rigsby just went by headed south." he announced 
   sam slid his chair back and stood up in one motion" get the truck ill be right there"
    sissy came to him and gripped his arm. her misty black eyes were glistening in the glare of the light bulb that hung over the table." be careful, I don't want you hurt." she almost whispered 
  " I will. we just want to find out what rigsby knows. hes such a chicken he will tell all he knows with a good shaken."  sam was smilling at sissy. for a moment he didn't know what to do, he had a urge to kiss her  when he herd coaly roll the pickup  into the yard. he turned and grabed the pistol laying on the counter by the door and rushed out the door, banging the screen door behind him.
   sissy stood on the porch  and watched the truck raising dust out of the yard in pursuit of rigsby.
a half hour later they slowed down on a curve ,out of sight of Jenkins flat corrals. as they did a gun shot could be heard. sam slammed on the brakes. "you here that?" he asked
 "  yep it came from over  there " coaly pointed to a sand dune to the west. " go ahead, ill walk over and see what is going on." coaly slide out of the truck and started trotting in the direction of the dune. sam drove around the curve and when in sight of the corrals saw rigsbys truck. on the ground in front of it lay rigsby. sam stopped the truck 50 yards away and got out .
   coaly had silently circled the dune and was walking up the west slope when he saw the little guatamalin laying in a prone shooting position with his rifle now aimed at sam. not making a sound coaly walked up behind the shooter , reached over his shoulder and wrenched the rifle from the hands of the little man. instantly the shocked killer rolled to his back a knife slashing at coaly. in one  deft movment coaly slapped the side of the rifle stock against the jaw of the killer, making the sound of a plank hitting a ripe melon.
   sam was bending over the still form of the black fedral agent when coaly was high stepping the little asasin into the yard, his feet hitting the ground every third step. a trickle of slobber tinted by blood ran from one corner of his buck toothed mouth.
   the man on the ground had a bullet hole square in his back. he lay over a pack and his blood was soaking it. that he was dead was obvious.
   " this cross eyed little bugger don't seem to speak English." coaly announced.
  looking up from where he crouched  sam asked the shooter why he had killed rigsby in Spanish. santiago s eyes flared at the fact that sam spoke Spanish. but he still didn't speak.
  " hes a dirty little bastard isn't he? " sam said motioning to a water trough in the corral. " since he killed our pidgeon I guess we will have to clean him up and then maybe he will feel like talking."
  coaly smilled and began high stepping the little man toward the  corral.  the closer to the corra l they went the more Santiago struggled  and flailed his arms. a wail was startng to raise  from his throat.   as they approached the water trough  coaly could see the water was covered with a green scum that grew there from non use. sam asked the little shooter once more in Spanish who he was and why he shot  rigsby. Santiago looked at the water trough then back to sam and shook his head. sam nodded to coaly who unceramoniusly dunked santiagos head through the slim into the water trough. looking at sam coaly said" I forgot how much fun this was!" 
   after a few seconds coaly lifted santiagos head and sam once again posed the question. Santiago shook his head while gasping for air and shaking the green moss from his head. with a big grin coaly shoved santiagos head in again. after a full minute the air bubbles rushed to the surface around santiagos head. a few seconds later coaly pulled his head out of the water. the guatamalin was out like a light , but still breathing.