Ezra Allen
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Pastor John was nervous. He had been called out by Wilber W. Dumont gunslinger killer madman and notorious sinner. One Sunday Pastor John had preached a sermon and made reference to W.W. Dumont comparing him as one who goes to Hell. Word got to W.W. who had a fit and killed a man.
“Go tell that, that little ant goodie two shoo that he has until high noon next Sunday to make peace with his God cause I aim to kill him” He said lighting up a cigar.
Pastor John was at the General Store the day after Sunday when a smelly man came up behind him. Feeling a little nervous Pastor John selected a sewing kit to mend his socks.
“Do you have a gun puny man?” The Smelly Man behind Pastor John said. Tapping Pastor John on the shoulder he repeated the question.
“I didn’t do anything to you? What do you want?” Pastor John said feeling weak in his knees. Heart beating rapidly he was starting to sweat.
“You said some nasty things about my chum W.W. Dumont,” the Smelly Man said to him tapping him in the chest. “Hes done called you out God Boy. Next Sunday high noon after church, you and him are going to shoot it out in the main street.” He then walked out of the store and got on his horse.
Pastor John scared to death crumbled to the ground and cried out “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?” He wept uncontrollably for a quarter an hour curled like a baby.
Drawing in a shuddering breath he said. ”Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted. The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses. Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins. Consider mine enemies; for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.”
“Pastor John are you ok?” Calvin the grocer asked. Pastor John told him what took place a short time ago and how scared he was. “What was it you said a couple weeks ago? Something about how David had practiced with his sling until he could nail the Giant between the eyes.”
“Well that’s not exactly how it goes,” Pastor John replied. “But I can see what you are saying. I don’t know the first thing about shooting a gun”
“Don’t worry Pastor John I’m sure the Sherriff will help us teach you proper like to shoot.” Calvin said. “I’ll start by helping you with your gun.”
“Wilber W. Dumont used to be a Confederate Army irregular. The leader of the Crimson Corp he was I hear. He prefers the Colt ’73. He uses the shortened 4 and a half inch barrel for the quick draw shooting you will be facing.”
Reaching under the counter Calvin pulled out a revolver and placed it in Pastor John’s hands. “You should use the Smith and Wesson Schofield it is a break top and ejects all six cartridges at once for quick reloading.”
“Reloading?” Pastor John asked.
“Did you hear about that showdown last year down south, the one where they fired 20 some shots?” Calvin asked as he took out a cloth sack that jingled and pulled out hand full of cartridges which he dumped into another smaller cloth sack.
“Yeah poor guy,” Pastor John replied as another hand full of cartridges went into the smaller sack. “He must have been shot full of holes.”
Dumping another hand full in to the sack Calvin said, “Nope not at all. Actually nobody really died that day.” When the sack was full he tied it off then opened another sack and began to fill that one.
“Really,” Pastor John asked. “Was it a miracle?” Calvin began to fill a third sack having gotten a scooper from the flour bin.
“Nope not at all, showdowns are done at 30 yards that is 90 feet. The short barreled Colt is horrible at that range this black powder never works the way you want it. That Schofield you are holding fires a weaker cartridge than what the Peacemaker fires. However these are special cartridges I make for Sidney which contain 35 grains giving your shot more force.” He tied up the last sack. “It is on the house Pastor; now go see the Sherriff for your shooting lessons.” After Pastor John left Calvin said to no one “poor guy I guess we shall be needing a new pastor next week.”
Pastor John practiced for five days with that gun behind the jail shooting at cans on the corral railing. At the first shot, the Schofield’s discharge and kick made him jump and drop it. By the end of the first day he had knocked one can off. The second day he pegged 12 cans, by the fourth day he was hitting more cans than he missed. Saturday came and his draw was perfected with hours and hours of practice until even the Sherriff was impressed.
With all the hours of practice Pastor John had no time to prepare a Sermon for Sunday. He decided to do Christ on the cross a Sermon he usually saves for Easter, but today seemed fitting. He was feeling calm until he got up to the pulpit and saw Frank and Jesse James sitting in the front pew. Behind them were their cousins the Younger Gang. As a matter of fact people from out of town even pastors from other churches were present in his church today. Praying to the Lord for strength Pastor John preached his sermon.
After church everyone filled out to take up places along the main street to watch the gun fight. Pastor John stood at one end his Church the back drop behind him. At the other end of the street 30 yards away stood the toughest meanest man he had ever seen smoking a cigar loading cartridges in to a revolver. “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”
“High Noon,” the saloon keeper shouted. Pastor John pulled the Schofield and started pulling the trigger as fast as he could. Click, click, click the gun misfired. W.W. Dumont fired one round then another and yet another slowly and methodical like. Pastor John kept pulling his trigger each time the Schofield clicked keeping the bullet in the cartridge. Pastor John started to get frustrated as he quickly opened the Schofield which ejected the spent cartridges. Bang, bang, bang W.W.’s Colt reported out loud, each shot missing.
W.W. Dumont loaded his revolver slowly as Pastor John began to shoot again. Or Pastor John tried to shoot again. Click, click Pastor John started sweating and shaking. W.W. Dumont who finished loading his gun raised it and aimed it at Pastor John. Pastor John squeezed his trigger in a panic and triggered again and again each time that ominous click was his reward. W.W. fired one more shot which whistled hotly past Pastor John’s ear. Scared and in a panic Pastor John gripped his revolver by the barrel and whipped it at W.W. it landed down the street bounced once, then twice, and then a third time the Schofield exclaimed it’s rough treatment with a load retort, bang Pastor Johns Schofield went off.
The spectators who had lined up to witness Pastor John’s final moments laughed at the hilarity of the event. Except for W.W. Dumont who stood holding his revolver leveled at Pastor John. His cigar feel out of his mouth, his gun hand dropped down loosely at his side. The Colt revolver fell to the ground. Dropping to his knees Wilber W. Dumont looked surprised then fell onto his side, clutching his side.
In shock at what had transpired Pastor John ran to W.W. Dumont’s side everyone else followed his example. Kneeling at W.W Dumont’s side Pastor John rolled him over the bullet had hit him in the side. W.W. was blinking his eyes. He kept wetting his lips.
“Hit a lung he’s dying.” Jesse James said Kneeling at W.W’s other side.
“Righteous shot it was,” Frank James said from his brothers back.
“It hurts, it hurts to breathe” W.W. said. He was shivering and starting to shake.
“I know, I know I’m very sorry I did this to you” Pastor John replied. “Listen I believe God had planned this to save your soul. Do you know who Jesus is? ”
“I’ve done lots of bad things”
“Jesus doesn’t care about those he can wipe your sins away making you clean before God. All you got to do is accept what he did for you nailed to a cross where he hung for 6 hours in agony, dying slowly. He did this and died and later rose to Heaven to bring those who trust in him before God as if they were he.” Pastor John said steading W.W.’s shaking hands gently in his own.
“I, I believe,” W.W. said.
“The Lord Jesus hears you and he has washed your sins clean you are made white before God his father. You will live with him forever in Heaven.” Pastor John said.
“Please sit with me and talk to me until I die. I’m afraid of dying alone”
“I will brother I will. Let me tell you a story. I know I’ll tell you about a man named Daniel. He was tossed and came out alive from a den of lions. You’ll meet him in Heaven.”
“Go tell that, that little ant goodie two shoo that he has until high noon next Sunday to make peace with his God cause I aim to kill him” He said lighting up a cigar.
Pastor John was at the General Store the day after Sunday when a smelly man came up behind him. Feeling a little nervous Pastor John selected a sewing kit to mend his socks.
“Do you have a gun puny man?” The Smelly Man behind Pastor John said. Tapping Pastor John on the shoulder he repeated the question.
“I didn’t do anything to you? What do you want?” Pastor John said feeling weak in his knees. Heart beating rapidly he was starting to sweat.
“You said some nasty things about my chum W.W. Dumont,” the Smelly Man said to him tapping him in the chest. “Hes done called you out God Boy. Next Sunday high noon after church, you and him are going to shoot it out in the main street.” He then walked out of the store and got on his horse.
Pastor John scared to death crumbled to the ground and cried out “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?” He wept uncontrollably for a quarter an hour curled like a baby.
Drawing in a shuddering breath he said. ”Turn thee unto me, and have mercy upon me; for I am desolate and afflicted. The troubles of my heart are enlarged: O bring thou me out of my distresses. Look upon mine affliction and my pain; and forgive all my sins. Consider mine enemies; for they are many; and they hate me with cruel hatred.”
“Pastor John are you ok?” Calvin the grocer asked. Pastor John told him what took place a short time ago and how scared he was. “What was it you said a couple weeks ago? Something about how David had practiced with his sling until he could nail the Giant between the eyes.”
“Well that’s not exactly how it goes,” Pastor John replied. “But I can see what you are saying. I don’t know the first thing about shooting a gun”
“Don’t worry Pastor John I’m sure the Sherriff will help us teach you proper like to shoot.” Calvin said. “I’ll start by helping you with your gun.”
“Wilber W. Dumont used to be a Confederate Army irregular. The leader of the Crimson Corp he was I hear. He prefers the Colt ’73. He uses the shortened 4 and a half inch barrel for the quick draw shooting you will be facing.”
Reaching under the counter Calvin pulled out a revolver and placed it in Pastor John’s hands. “You should use the Smith and Wesson Schofield it is a break top and ejects all six cartridges at once for quick reloading.”
“Reloading?” Pastor John asked.
“Did you hear about that showdown last year down south, the one where they fired 20 some shots?” Calvin asked as he took out a cloth sack that jingled and pulled out hand full of cartridges which he dumped into another smaller cloth sack.
“Yeah poor guy,” Pastor John replied as another hand full of cartridges went into the smaller sack. “He must have been shot full of holes.”
Dumping another hand full in to the sack Calvin said, “Nope not at all. Actually nobody really died that day.” When the sack was full he tied it off then opened another sack and began to fill that one.
“Really,” Pastor John asked. “Was it a miracle?” Calvin began to fill a third sack having gotten a scooper from the flour bin.
“Nope not at all, showdowns are done at 30 yards that is 90 feet. The short barreled Colt is horrible at that range this black powder never works the way you want it. That Schofield you are holding fires a weaker cartridge than what the Peacemaker fires. However these are special cartridges I make for Sidney which contain 35 grains giving your shot more force.” He tied up the last sack. “It is on the house Pastor; now go see the Sherriff for your shooting lessons.” After Pastor John left Calvin said to no one “poor guy I guess we shall be needing a new pastor next week.”
Pastor John practiced for five days with that gun behind the jail shooting at cans on the corral railing. At the first shot, the Schofield’s discharge and kick made him jump and drop it. By the end of the first day he had knocked one can off. The second day he pegged 12 cans, by the fourth day he was hitting more cans than he missed. Saturday came and his draw was perfected with hours and hours of practice until even the Sherriff was impressed.
With all the hours of practice Pastor John had no time to prepare a Sermon for Sunday. He decided to do Christ on the cross a Sermon he usually saves for Easter, but today seemed fitting. He was feeling calm until he got up to the pulpit and saw Frank and Jesse James sitting in the front pew. Behind them were their cousins the Younger Gang. As a matter of fact people from out of town even pastors from other churches were present in his church today. Praying to the Lord for strength Pastor John preached his sermon.
After church everyone filled out to take up places along the main street to watch the gun fight. Pastor John stood at one end his Church the back drop behind him. At the other end of the street 30 yards away stood the toughest meanest man he had ever seen smoking a cigar loading cartridges in to a revolver. “The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want. He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over. Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.”
“High Noon,” the saloon keeper shouted. Pastor John pulled the Schofield and started pulling the trigger as fast as he could. Click, click, click the gun misfired. W.W. Dumont fired one round then another and yet another slowly and methodical like. Pastor John kept pulling his trigger each time the Schofield clicked keeping the bullet in the cartridge. Pastor John started to get frustrated as he quickly opened the Schofield which ejected the spent cartridges. Bang, bang, bang W.W.’s Colt reported out loud, each shot missing.
W.W. Dumont loaded his revolver slowly as Pastor John began to shoot again. Or Pastor John tried to shoot again. Click, click Pastor John started sweating and shaking. W.W. Dumont who finished loading his gun raised it and aimed it at Pastor John. Pastor John squeezed his trigger in a panic and triggered again and again each time that ominous click was his reward. W.W. fired one more shot which whistled hotly past Pastor John’s ear. Scared and in a panic Pastor John gripped his revolver by the barrel and whipped it at W.W. it landed down the street bounced once, then twice, and then a third time the Schofield exclaimed it’s rough treatment with a load retort, bang Pastor Johns Schofield went off.
The spectators who had lined up to witness Pastor John’s final moments laughed at the hilarity of the event. Except for W.W. Dumont who stood holding his revolver leveled at Pastor John. His cigar feel out of his mouth, his gun hand dropped down loosely at his side. The Colt revolver fell to the ground. Dropping to his knees Wilber W. Dumont looked surprised then fell onto his side, clutching his side.
In shock at what had transpired Pastor John ran to W.W. Dumont’s side everyone else followed his example. Kneeling at W.W Dumont’s side Pastor John rolled him over the bullet had hit him in the side. W.W. was blinking his eyes. He kept wetting his lips.
“Hit a lung he’s dying.” Jesse James said Kneeling at W.W’s other side.
“Righteous shot it was,” Frank James said from his brothers back.
“It hurts, it hurts to breathe” W.W. said. He was shivering and starting to shake.
“I know, I know I’m very sorry I did this to you” Pastor John replied. “Listen I believe God had planned this to save your soul. Do you know who Jesus is? ”
“I’ve done lots of bad things”
“Jesus doesn’t care about those he can wipe your sins away making you clean before God. All you got to do is accept what he did for you nailed to a cross where he hung for 6 hours in agony, dying slowly. He did this and died and later rose to Heaven to bring those who trust in him before God as if they were he.” Pastor John said steading W.W.’s shaking hands gently in his own.
“I, I believe,” W.W. said.
“The Lord Jesus hears you and he has washed your sins clean you are made white before God his father. You will live with him forever in Heaven.” Pastor John said.
“Please sit with me and talk to me until I die. I’m afraid of dying alone”
“I will brother I will. Let me tell you a story. I know I’ll tell you about a man named Daniel. He was tossed and came out alive from a den of lions. You’ll meet him in Heaven.”
