John showed up at the office, with his pistol in his pocket. He was the main sherief on the town.
"Hey John, we have a black guy drunk by the track, will you and William go calm him down and bring him to the station?" Prohibition was still going on at this time.
"Sure, sir," John said and grabbed his hat.
The sun beat down on John's hat as he walked out with William.
"I know your secret," William said nonchalantly.
"How do you know?" John asked, his eyes wide and his eyebrow swintied.
"I have my ways," William said as the two entered the car. It was a short car ride to the railroad, but it felt like years to John. The silence was unbearable.
William and John got out and sure enough the usual black was drinking again.
"Howdy, Mr. John. Mr.Will," the black teen said wobbling and stomping the ground.
"Son, you better come with us, you know it's agonist the law to drink," John says.
"But it;s not against the law to cheat on your wife," Willaim whispered into John's ears.
"Shut it Willam, we have a job to do." John jabbed William in the arm. THey began walking closer to the black. Until he pulled out a gun and shot it to the sky.
"Woah," John said and he quickly made his way backward. "Boy you best stop shooting and put your weapon down."
"Sorry, Mr. John. I just can't seem to stop." Two more shots were fired one in the air and one in the nearby tall grass.
"So mean, won't be like that when I tell the press how their favorite sheriff chess on his own wife. That'd make the front page, don't cha think?" William cut in, looking not phased by the three gunshots.
"Pay attention Will!" John yelled.
"Oh, but I would love to see you fall, I would take your place as the main sherief."
"You wouldn't dare."
"Yes I would."
Another gunshot brought John attention back to the kid. A crowd was forming around the railroads. They need to fix the situation, and fast. They need to get the gun.
"Will let's corner him. You attack him from behind and I'll distract him."
"I like how you are trying to kill yourself so you don't have to face the consequences," William says as he runs on the side of a train unseem and noticed to the drunken teen.
John would have to take care of William later, he needed to do his job.
"Boy can you please put the gun down?" John tried.
A bullet flew at him and missed.
He could now see Will sneaking behind the black teen.
"Son, why must you drink? You do this every month. Being sober is better than being drunk."
"You're lying to me." the boy leaned back and shot William right in the neck.
"William!" John ran to his partner who was crumpled to the ground. The teen tried to shoot John, but it did nothing. It was out of bullets.
"John help me," Will said before he closed his eyes.First he manicled the teen boy and made sure he didn't get away.
Should I help him or let him die? If I let him live will he still tell me? If he dies then the boy will surely die.
***
"I'm sorry," John said. His head hung low. He did it. He confessed. He turned around and his feet moved away.
His shoulder was touched. "I forgive you."
William clapped. He sat in a chair. "Will you forgive me?"
John walked over to Will and encased him in a loose hug. "of course main serif."
"Main sheriff?" William asked.
"We decided to move to the country. Delilah always wanted to, and I want to change my occupation. Fight for both of us out there, Will." John grabbed into his pocket and brought out his pistol.
"Okay." William nodded, grabbing the gun from his hands.