I knew that Throckmorton was behind the local spy ring. His killers had tried to kill me, Daphne and my friends. The ride-by shooting was the last straw. I couldn’t allow this to go on. That was what led to the confrontation in the bank.
In prior confrontations, the perpetrators had been killed or gotten away. However, the difference this time was we had captured a viable local member of the spy ring, and he was ready to squeal. I wasn’t about to let him out of my sight. If I did, he would turn up deader’n a door nail, just like all the rest we had captured.
I kept aiming my Colt at Eldredge and ordered him, “Get in Throckmorton’s office and put your hands on his desk.”
Eldredge gave me a questioning look, but finally nodded and walked into Throckmorton’s windowless inter sanctum. He put his hands on the banker’s desk. I immediately commanded, “Move your legs back and spread ‘em.”
The teller turned his head to look at me with a quizzical look.
I was sick and tired of this whole bunch of killers, snipers and sneaky spies, so I jammed my Colt into the back of Eldredge’s neck and yelled, “You heard me. Now do it.”
I have never seen a person react so quickly. Eldredge backed his legs up, which caused him to lean on the desk. However, he didn’t comply with the second item of my order so I kicked his right leg and yelled, “I said. Spread ‘em.”
Eldredge moved his legs further apart. He now was off balance with most of his weight on his hands. I moved my Colt down to the middle of his back and cocked the hammer.
Eldredge began to tremble and pleaded, “Please don’t shoot me.”
“Why shouldn’t I?” I retorted.
Eldredge began to whimper just as Al walked in.
Al took one look at the situation and said, “Don’t do it Jim.”
Eldredge turned to look at Al. Then he looked at me with a hopefully expression and said, “Please listen to your companion.”
Al added, “Let me shoot him instead.”
Eldredge got a horrified look on his face, turned back to face the desk and began to cry.
I chuckled and said, “Al, keep a close eye on this bird.”
Al drew his pistol and said, “I got ‘im, Jim.”
I uncocked my Colt, stuck it in my belt and performed a quick search of Eldredge, which produced a small derringer in his vest pocket and a sheathed knife stuck in his belt, in the small of his back and underneath his vest.
I slapped Eldredge across the back of his head and said, “Sit down you slimy traitor.”
Eldredge ducked his head from the blow and pushed himself to a standing position. He looked at me with tears running down his face with an expectant expression. I gripped Eldredge’s cache with my left hand, pulled out my Colt with my right, pointed it at a chair and said, “Sit.”
Eldredge let out a sight of relief and sat down.
I sat on the edge of Throckmorton’s desk and threw Eldredge’s weapons on Throckmorton’s desk. Pointing my Colt at Eldredge, I declared, “Quite a lot of armament for a bank teller. Don’t’ ya think?”
Eldredge gave a half-hearted smile and nodded.
I smiled back and, nodding slowly, declared in a sarcastic tone, “Now we’re gonna have a very in-depth conversation about what’s been going on around here over tha last eight months. Aren’t we?”
Eldredge looked at me with a fearful expression, but didn’t say anything.
I pulled the Colt’s trigger.