Day 2 The fix.
The Bearded Boaby was a busy as it could be. After the days events the whole town seemed to have turned out each with their own version of what took place. From his vantage point beside the back exit he sneered at the stupidity of the town folk and how they hadn’t come up with the idea themselves. With one stroke the townies had got rid of the most dangerous person in town. Bantam heard everything ,saw everything, and was more than eager to pass on any knowledge for the price of a pint. Strange though, nobody believed Bantam had either the brains or the bottle to pull something like that off. Either way he had put them onto an idea that would fix this town for good.
Feeling along the coat pockets hanging behind him he soon found what he was looking for. He glanced at the coat and chuckled to himself as he lifted it off the peg. Everybody knew whose coat this was. Perfect. Slipping out the back door he put the coat on and the hood up against the driving rain then felt in the pocket for the car keys he had discovered earlier. Wait till tomorrows McDonalds consignment was found in the back of this baby. He jumped quickly into the drivers seat shutting the door. From nowhere the seat belt was pinning both his arms to his sides and a strong hand clamped a cloth over his mouth. Consciousness left him.
Back in the pub the Townies knew they were in trouble. They had panned bantams death of to the authorities as an industrial accident but his wife still had to give a statement, she had been conveniently too sedated at the time. Not sedated enough however for them to find out the huge mistake the lynching had been. It was that old Reverend that had caused it with his old fashioned ways and conspiracy theories. She could still hear him ranting at bantam when he had come to borrow the van in the dead of night. “There would be no buy one get one free fish this Friday at the house of the Anti-christ.” The next thing they knew he was banging on their door throwing the keys at Bantam and telling him his van was broken down at the quarry. That was the last they had saw of him.
Nobody was really sure who saw the car first. A few saw it picking up speed, rolling down the hill towards the pub, flames belching from its opened windows. Most only heard the crash as it hit the front of the pub. Running into the street someone had grabbed a fire extinguisher and put out the flames. They eventually got the driver out of the car with a little help form a knife borrowed from the pub. His hands had been tightly taped to the steering wheel, then got the biggest shock of all. I n the dim streetlight they could clearly see the gun sitting in its holster on the charred remains of his body.
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It had been well after dark when he had returned from his gym in the city. It had been a long shift and he was tired. Hardly had he got out the car than old Nellie next door was on him telling the story of Bantam. At first he was shocked and then his blood started to boil. Both he and Bantam had turned their backs on the demon drink, both being pronounced chronic alcoholics some years before. They had been good friends ever since supporting each other through the hard times, although lately Bantam had turned more to the big man up high and that nut of a minister.
He could hear the commotion and by craning has neck he could just make out the crowd around the car outside the pub. As he watched he saw someone being dragged from the car and heard the howls of the mob. Enough was enough, there would be no more lynching. Running up his hall he hauled open the door and , saw the flash and heard the two pops. That was where they found him next day, slouched on his door step, a neat hole in his chest and another through his forehead.
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