JUSTICE- by the way of the bullet- Part 1
A story not for the faint of heart
The Sun ☀️ showed fiercely down upon the Kansas plains. Clouds are nonexistent on this day. It was 8 am and already the heat was climbing.
The Logan family was already up and at em.
James - the father and his two children Daniel and Meredith were out in the fields working the ground and preparing for them for planting.
Luisa the wife and mother was along the south fence line, repairing barbed wire that some of the cattle had tangled with.
It was quiet and that’s the way they liked it. All working together in this “god” given country hoping the rain would come soon to bless all their hard work….
god just wasn’t answering at the time… but the devil sure was taking notice.
Ya see, the Albany Brothers settled just East of the Logan family. They had a nice spread and had claimed quite a large parcel of land and wanted the Logan’s land, as a decent-sized creek, ran through their property.
The hoofbeats were quiet at first… four horses. Two Albany Bros. Two farm hands.
All totin quick draw iron and Winchesters in scabbards on horses.
The conversation would be fast and violent.
There would be no words just bullets, yelling, and blood 🩸.
Luisa was first to hear the group approaching and grabbed her side-by-side shotgun leaning against a fence post, saddled up, and galloped towards the rest of the family in the fields.
James and the two children both 14-15 years of age heard the horses approaching and headed for the horses at the edge of the field.
James loosened the Colt 45 in the holster atop his left hip while the kids grabbed rifles and prepared for hell. 🔥🔥🔥
TO BE CONTINUED 😉….
