Brimstone: The Legend of Quentin Cain

Daryl k Russ

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“Lost Soul”

 

I’VE BEEN TOLD I GOT a lot of demons. I can’t argue with that much. I definitely got more demons than most normal folks.
It was one of those demons that brought me to the Oasis Saloon in Blackwater, Kansas. I’d been followin’ the snivelin’ weasel for days. He looked human enough, called himself Lucas Van Dorn. Had himself a wagon and a horse and pretended to be a travelin’ salesman. But I knew he was more than that. He was a wicked demon lookin’ to steal a few human souls. Tonight he’d found a friendly game of Poker and I managed to wrangle myself a seat at the table.

Van Dorn didn’t have much trouble findin’ a dupe for his game either. Julius Drake was a stupid gambler. He was young and couldn’t help himself. Came from money. Never learned how to do without. But he couldn’t gamble worth a damn. That’s how he lost his business, his wife and his land. But he still couldn’t walk away from a card game. That’s why I was playin’. I knew what was gonna happen.

The table was quiet as Drake studied his cards. I scratched my beard and waited. Poor stupid bastard; he had no clue he was bein’ played the whole time.

“I’ll raise you.” Drake finally tossed a chip into the pile in the middle of the table. The saloon was nearly empty. A bartender toiled away somewhere in the darkness behind us. A few drunks huddled around tables. But for the most part, it was just the four of us and a bottle of Whiskey.

I grunted and pitched my chip into the pile without sayin’ much.

Van Dorn looked over his cards, his dark eyes dancin’ with glee. He was clean. I mean, really clean. In a filthy hole like Blackwater, no man walked around with a clean white shirt and dress slacks. Well, not for long. Van Dorn, however, looked like he just stepped off the train and hadn’t been greeted by the dirt yet.

Brimstone: The Legend of Quentin Cain Description:

In the Old West, Quentin Cain was easily the most wanted man. There weren’t many banks or trains he hadn’t robbed. He killed men and molested women. He was like a wild, untamable animal. He committed violent crimes without a second thought. Like all bad men, however, the law eventually caught him and they hanged him.

That should have been the end of it and with anyone else it would have been. It turns out Hell didn’t know what to do with Cain either. After an eternity in Hell, Cain fought his way back to the Mortal World…and he’s not going back.

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