death

Sam Bender stood just a hair over six feet tall in his Olathe mule hide boots. his wrangler jeans , while clean were faded and brush scarred. his straw hat pulled low over his forehead as he strolled along the side walk in front of the cozy spot. a drunk indian  lay sprawled across the sidewalk, half propped up against the wall. his denim levis caked in dust. as sam walked by the indian reached out a foot trying to trip sam. when sam stepped around and looked down he saw ralstons black eyes under a greasy ball cap. a slight nod as he walked by.  sam went on down the sidewalk to the cozy spot door. it was propped open with  a bar stool and the bar tender was sweeping the leavings from last nights crowd out the door. sam side stepped the broom and walked to the back of the bar and slid  on to a bar stool. he was facing the front door. it was warm in the bar so he unbuttoned his levi brush jacket down to the last two buttons. they held the jacket closed over his pistol that was tucked behind the  waist band of his pants.
   " beer" he mumbled when the bar tender came near.
.  the bar tender slide a glass down the bar to him and continued sweeping. sam kept his head bowed over the glass but watching the door from under the brim of his hat.
  an hour later after a second glass of beer he was still the only one in the bar. the door was still blocked open and people were passing on the sidewalk, sometimes peering inside as they went by. sam was almost ready to get up and take a walk when in the door came a tall Mexican man carrying a back pack by the shoulder straps. he almost drug it on the floor. he came to the back of the bar and slid into a booth across the room from sam.  with a side ways look from under the hat brim sam recognized sissy s step brother the bullet head.  turning his head slowly so as not to draw attention sam returned his stare at the front door. after a few minutes a cowboy dressed man  came in, looked around the bar for a moment then settled onto a stool close to the door. a     few moment s later a stocky mid sized man came into the bar. he wore brogan work shoes, a torn white shirt, and well worn, dirty levies. his boots were caked in mud. he wore a cheap woven straw hat with a tear in the brim. but one look told sam this man was hard eyed as his head turned from left to right as he walked to the bullet head in the booth. he turned to look at sam. he stepped hal;f way to sam and in a firm voice said  " mind moving down the bar?"
    sam didnt look up " I like it here" he answered
  as  the farmer went to step closer with a firey growl the bullet head grabbed his arm " its ok amigo no problems. we will finish in a moment"
  the farmer glared at bender and stepped back to the booth.sam kept his head lowered over his beer but was listening to the hushed tones from the booth.   the bullet head pushed the back pack with his foot to the farmers side of the booth putting it directly under the farmers legs.  " this is the last you ordered. the federales are snooping around Altar. ime moving to Magdalina. no mas."
  the farmer nodded then reached inside the dirty shirt and with drew a envelope and passed it over the table.
  as the bullet head reached for the envelope a shadow crossed the table and a hand gripped the bullet heads arm at the wrist .  the bullet head looked up into the eyes of a squinting coaly. at once a look of pure fear crossed the Mexican s face. the farmer rared back in the  booth. reaching for the back pack, only to find it gone. sam bender stood in the middle of the floor with it in his hand. in the next 30 seconds  hell opened its doors.