. Senator James was somewhere in his fifties. He had
thinning grey hair, and a round figure. He was in a suite and
adjusted his tie as he looked across his desk at Marshall.
They had just spent a few minutes trading idle conversation
and that was more time than the grumpy law man liked to spend
on such a thing.
SENATOR JAMES
Those two men you deputized talk
like you walked on water.
Especially the young black guy,
what was his name?
MARSHALL
I didn't bother to ask.
Marshall was sure his tone was letting the Senator know to
get to the point, and he was right. Senator James sat up
strait and cleared his throat.
SENATOR JAMES
You're a smart man, Marshall. You
have to realize that the bank job
was a set up.
MARSHALL
So this is about stealing?
The senator paused with a smug look.
SENATOR JAMES
No one in New Washington cares
about your little stash of gold in
the basement of a whore house.
MARSHALL
Then why the hell am I here?
The quickness of Marshall's response punched the smug right
off of the senators face. He expected surprised excuses to
come fumbling clumsily across the table. He had a long gloat
filled speech prepared, about how the government was openly
trading with Mexican drug cartels and the world was full of
bad men. He wanted nothing more than to put this man in his
place, telling him he was nothing special. But instead, he
leaned back in his chair with a glum sigh.
SENATOR JAMES
Do you believe in monsters,
Marshal?
MARSHALL
What the hell do you think.
SENATOR JAMES
I'm not talking about the poor
mutated creatures, slowly dying of
radiation poisoning. I mean ancient
mythological evil-
MARSHALL
No.
James waited for him to inquire where this line of
questioning was going, but he didn't. He just gave his
impatient gaze and the Senator sat upright again and came to
the point.
SENATOR JAMES
Todos Santos has a monster. The
locals believe it to be an ancient
evil god awakened by the war.
MARSHALL
You've got one sentence left to
tell me why I'm sitting in your
office listening to a Mexican "end
of the world" fairy tale.
The Senator took in a deep breath and closed his eyes to
collect his thoughts.
SENATOR JAMES
You go down to Mexico and kill this
monster, and I'll double the stash
of gold you have in your basement.
MARSHALL
You're out of your mind.
SENATOR JAMES
Triple.
MARSHALL
You didn't even blink. What the
hells so important about this so
called monster?
SENATOR JAMES
The US depends on Mexico a great
deal during these troubled times.
This job would go a long way to
gain us some much needed trade
leverage.
MARSHALL
Then I take it the US and Mexican
government have arranged to give me
permission to cross the border?
SENATOR JAMES
Sorry, son. This one needs to be
off the books.
Marshall stood up and turned to the door.
SENATOR JAMES (CONT'D)
Marshall, I can't believe a man of
your talents would have trouble
getting across the border on his
own.
MARSHALL
The cartels who control the border
shoot Americans trying to cross on
site. No questions asked. You'd
better have something a lot better
than gold to make me go through
that kind of trouble.
He gave James a cold stare and the Senator sighed. He rubbed
his chin in thought for a minute, then shook his head.
SENATOR JAMES
How about this? The US government
would be in your eternal debt if
you were to, quietly, help us
rectify a terrible mistake.
James opened a drawer and pulled out a thick folder. He
flopped it onto the desk and gestured Marshall to have a
look. Marshall sat back down in the chair and quickly perused
the many pages of the file.
MARSHALL
You say you want this creature
killed?
SENATOR JAMES
By any means you see fit. No
questions asked.
His stern face cracked into the hints of a sadistic smile.
MARSHALL
Keep your gold. This one's on me.
. Anna pulled hard on the reigns and the covered wagon
rattled to a stop. Marshall was next to her on the drivers
bench. She wore jeans and a light blouse with heavy duty work
boots, while he was in his usual outfit, minus the long black
duster. They were half a mile from the Border of Mexico. In
the distance, a wall of razor wire and metal posts rose from
the dusty ground and stretched across the horizon.
ANNA
Remember before the war, all the
republicans yammering about
immigration reform.
MARSHALL
I remember political gibber jabber
about building a wall and how much
it would cost tax payers.
They climbed down from the drivers bench and gently petted
the horses.
ANNA
Funny how less than a year after
the situation reversed on us,
Mexico had no problems doing just
that.
MARSHALL
Say what you want about corrupt
dictators. At least they know how
to get Shit done.
As they rounded the large wagon, the two rookies from the
bank job climbed out of the back. They had traded their
HAZMAT suites for jeans and flannel shirts.
They slid a wide wooden plank from the wagon and made a ramp
from it's floor to the ground.
ROOKIE 1
Are you sure you want to head into
this alone, sir? If you run into
trouble were going to be at least a
day or two behind you.
ANNA
Don't worry about Marshall.
She turned to him.
ANNA (CONT'D)
The better question is are you
sure, whatever this thing is your
chasing, is worth spending all of
the gold we've spent the last year
stashing away?
MARSHALL
Unless the drug runners were
dealing with decide to save
themselves some trouble and shoot
us, absolutely.
ROOKIE 2
Wait... What?
MARSHALL
These aren't exactly law abiding
citizens were dealing with. And
it's not like there's a local
police force out here on the
border, so be ready for anything.
The two rookies looked at each other with worry. Marshall
shot them a mean look and Rookie one walked up the ramp back
into the wagon.
ANNA
Seriously... Why do you have to
torture those two so badly?
The back wheel of a motorcycle emerged from the wagon. Rookie
two stood on one side of the ramp with Marshall on the other.
As soon as the seat was in view, they grabbed it. The three
held tight to the large black bike and let it gently roll
from the wagon to the dusty ground. The Marshal's black
duster was folded neatly across the seat. He knelt down and
began inspecting the shiny engine as the two rookies went
back into the wagon. They lugged a heavy chest down the ramp
as Anna knelt down next to Marshall.
ANNA (CONT'D)
Don't go getting any scratches on
my bike down there.
MARSHALL
Your bike?
ANNA
Sure. Who do you think joy rides
this bad boy when you're away on
government jobs?
Marshall new she was trying to provoke him and ignored her.
ANNA (CONT'D)
You should see how sexy my ass
looks when I'm leaned forward,
revving that throttle to full.
The rookies dropped the heavy chest to the dirt with a thud
and slid the plank back into the wagon before climbing in out
of site. From the south a puff of dust was rising and
approaching them at high speed.
MARSHALL
OK, Anna. Take your time making
your way down the coast of Baja.
When you get to Todos Santos, if
I'm not the first person to greet
you, kill everything that moves.
The dust rising was the wake of a vehicle speeding towards
them. A large open top, military style jeep headed in their
direction with five men inside. It stopped a meter or so
away. The men all wore dark sunglasses and green fatigues.
The driver, who was the only one without an AR-15 strapped to
his chest stayed in the drivers seat as the other four jumped
out of the jeep and closed in, with guns trained on Marshall
and Anna. Leading the formation was Ernesto, a middle aged
man with rugged facial hair and very little distinguishing
him from the men that followed. He lowered his gun, but the
other three kept theirs pointed.
ERNESTO
You must be The Marshal that's
going to make me and my compadres
rich.
Marshall walked slowly to the chest and flipped it open. A
large stack of gold shined in the desert sun. One of
Ernesto's men said something in Spanish and another whistled
as they looked at the motorcycle.
MARSHALL
Sorry, boys. That's not part of the
deal.
Ernesto put the barrel of his gun inches from The Marshall's
face.
ERNESTO
The deal is what I say it is,
Gringo. Let me explain something to
you. You think because you have
money, you own the world. You want
to go into my country, use my
weapons to kill my people, and on
top of that, tell me what will
happen. Those are the old ways of
America. Your country is in
shambles, and yet you still play
the arrogant asshole. Hey
muchachos, what's the exchange rate
on the american dollar?
Laughter came from the men behind Ernesto. Marshall kept
still, his dead pan expression never changing.
ERNESTO (CONT'D)
I worked in a tourist hotel for
years, watching fat rich people
from your country enjoy the best
our country had to offer. Any one
of you guys keep american dollars
after the war?
The first man behind him sounded off.
THUG 1
Yeah. I always take a fat stack of
american dollars when I sell guns
and drugs to New Washington. Not
all of the stores up there carry
toilette paper now.
More laughs came from the group. Ernesto Eyed Marshall
waiting for a response, but got none. This seemed to
frustrate him further and he ground his teeth.
ERNESTO
You know what, hombre... that bike
of yours is nice, but maybe my men
and I are in the mood for a sweeter
ride.
He looked at Anna as the men behind him whistled and howled.
ERNESTO (CONT'D)
What do you think about that idea,
cowboy?
MARSHALL
I think, you don't have enough men
to handle a woman like that.
ERNESTO
We'll see about that, puto!
He turned the rifle and struck Marshall hard across the face,
dropping him to his knees. He and two of the other men
surrounded Anna while the last kept a gun fixed on Marshall.
Anna kept still as they closed in on her. Ernesto unclipped
his rifle and handed to the man on his left. The man on his
right, the one who made the comment about american dollars,
did the same. The third man, fumbling with the three guns,
set two of them on the ground behind him. Marshall rose to
his feet slowly. Ernesto watched his face as he stood behind
Anna and grabbed her arms. Anna winked at Marshall and
smiled.
ANNA
What are you waiting for? Aren't
you going to rip my blouse open?
He did. Buttons popped off violently as her beasts bounced
free of the tight white shirt. Ernesto fondled her roughly as
the men howled and laughed. Marshall's eyes were fixed on the
man pointing the rifle on him. The man's eyes darted back and
forth between his captor and his boss manhandling Anna's
tits.
ANNA (CONT'D)
You're being awfully gentle for a
big scary gun runner.
The men laughed, enraging Ernesto. He spun Anna around and
slapped her hard, knocking her to the ground.
ERNESTO
You got a brave mouth for a bitch
who's about to be screaming in
pain.
The side of her face was red from the hit. She rubbed it as
she looked up at the furious man.
ANNA
And yet, I still have my pants on.
Am I going to have to take them off
myself?
THUG 1
Aye, cochina!
More laughter came from the men. The one pointing the rifle
at Marshall was starting to loose focus. Ernesto's rage began
to flush across his face. His breathing was heavy and his
mouth curled in frustration. He grabbed Anna by the hair and
pulled her to her feet. He looked back at Marshall as he
walked her to the motorcycle and slung her over the seat. He
yanked her pants down to her ankles. Anna didn't resist. She
lay there, bent across the seat of the bike, her big round
ass angled towards the sky.
ERNESTO
You ready to watch your woman get
fucked by a real man?
Marshall didn't respond. He looked at Ernesto with his
unchanging stone expression, but kept his focus on the ever
decreasing posture of the man guarding him.
ANNA
I'm sorry. Did you want to rape him
or me?
ERNESTO
Fuck you, you fucking Puta!
Ernesto lost it. He unzipped his pants and pulled out his
penis. It was five inches of dark veiny flesh. He spread
Anna's cheeks and shoved his cock into her. Her body
convulsed with pain as he crammed his dick into her dry
pussy. He slammed his hips into her with all his anger, and
she screamed as he did it again and again. The men behind him
were whistling and laughing. Anna's screams subsided as her
pussy moistened and then began to dip. Ernesto looked back at
Marshall, snarling. Anna began moaning and let out an "oh,
yes!" Ernesto stopped in disbelief.
ERNESTO (CONT'D)
You fucking like this? Lets see how
much you like it now!
He drilled two fingers all the way into her ass and she let
out an uncontrollable burst of pain. He dragged them out,
then punched them in again as she wailed. Then he pulled his
penis out of her and shot cum across her ass. It dripped down
her back and over the round cheeks of her ass.
ERNESTO (CONT'D)
Say something smart now, bitch.
Anna was panting.
ANNA
Who wants to go next?
All the men looked at her and a gun shot rang out. Ernesto's
body and the body of the man guarding Marshall dropped to the
ground. Marshall held a revolver in each hand. The man still
holding a gun tried to raise it but a bullet ripped through
his head from the side. Rookie 2 held one of the AR-15s and
pointed it at the only man left alive. It was the guy who
used american dollars to wipe his ass. He clearly wanted to
be the next in line for Anna as he froze with his hands on
his open zipper.
THUG 1
Please don't shoot.
They looked around and saw Rookie 1 at the jeep pointing a
gun at the driver. Marshall stepped over to Anna, guns
pointed at the thug.
MARSHALL
Anna?
ANNA
Give me a few minutes, Marshall.
I'll be fine.
MARSHALL
This guy was ready to do to you
what his buddy did. You want me to
shoot him?
ANNA
Yes, please.
THUG 1
No! I'm so-
The loud crackle of both revolvers firing in a single shot
filled the air, along with several pieces of the mans skull.
Marshall slid his guns back into their holsters, then took
off his vest and used it to delicately towel the cum off of
Anna. He inspected her pussy and ass and gave her a soft kiss
on her left thigh.
MARSHALL
You're not bleeding.
She slowly raised herself and he helped her salvage what she
could of her clothes. The two rookies had pulled the driver
from the jeep and were taking inventory as the couple walked
over to them.
DIVER
Please, don't shoot me. I wanted to
take the deal. Why do you think I
stayed in the car?
Marshall gave the man a chilling look, then looked to the
Rookies.
MARSHALL
What did we get?
ROOKIE 2
A couple thousand pesos, four
official government passports, one
RPG, half a dozen AR's and a Shit
load of ammo.
Marshall turned back to the driver.
MARSHALL
Looks like you made a smart call.
Enjoy the gold.
He helped Anna into the jeep and gave her a long soft kiss.
Rookie two climbed into the passenger seat, while Rookie one
took the wheel. Marshall looked at them.
MARSHALL (CONT'D)
You boys did a damn fine job. What
are your names?
ROOKIE 1
Adam.
ROOKIE 2
Jonahs.
Jonahs blushed a little, remembering the night before they
left Marshall's home town.
. They crossed the border with no problems from the
official Mexican army. The wall of wire was shrinking behind
them as they sped towards civilization. Marshall was on his
motorcycle. His duster flapped in the wind as he passed the
jeep raced away from them. Jonahs looked back at Anna.
JONAHS
Can I ask you a question, ma'am?
ANNA
Only if you stop calling me ma'am.
JONAHS
On the other side of the border,
you called The Marshal, Marshal.
Does anyone get to speak his name?
Anna laughed.
ANNA
That is his name. Sebastian
Marshall. Unless you want to get
shot, don't ever call him by his
first name, and don't ever tell him
I told it to you.
JONAHS
Yes, ma'.... Uh, sorry.
END.
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