The cold smooth barrel comforted Robert Hessfield as he stroked his gun. He liked predictability and he knew what to expect of his LeMat. It served him faithfully in the war when it was issued to him, and he has carried it ever since. He put it back in his holster knowing the next time he draws it may be his last.
He never has had a problem with the Chinese until recently. They started setting up shops where people go to inhale toxic, mind-altering fumes that was too much. They were hiding their criminal association behind a legitimate opium company. While the locals may be too enthralled by opium to care, the association was running amok around the country. In the wake of the war, the country was still recovering and crimes were going unchecked. Hessfield had a mind for running them out of town, he was compelled to put an end to this mayhem. Well needless to say Ming was not happy not one bit. Using his stolen money from a chain of railroad heists, Ming and his associates have been making quite the opium empire, which in turn they have been using to finance their other illegitimate practices. Ming was not going to let some ex-rebel challenge him. Hessfield pondered what he was about to start, he put his glass of bourbon up to his lips and drained it, the warm liquid burning his throat on the way down.
Hessfield bit into his apple savoring the taste, then wiped some of the crumbs out of his mustache. When Hessfield first approached Ming and demanded that he leave town, Ming merely told him to mind his business. So Hessfield gave him the choice to leave or die. Well Ming had no intention of leaving. So Hessfield knew what must be done. It would be messy; Ming had many associates who he would have to deal with. Hessfield ate his apple to the core then discarded it on the floor, some of the patrons in the saloon gave him a disgusted look, as he walked out into the sunlight.
He walked down the street, knowing what was about to unfold and was amazed how the town went about its business, unfazed by the corruption all around them, Hessfield's business may be over very soon one way or another. He paused, and pulled the tin out of his back left pocket; he opened it, dipped his fingers inside the tin and pulled out a large pinch of snuff. He placed it carefully in his lip, and felt a tingling sensation in his gums. He expelled a brown spit stream onto the ground then continued to walk.
The street seemed a lot longer when you had business, but he was at the entrance to the side street soon enough. He knew he would be met with resistance, Ming, was a member of a large association and had many under him. He casually ran he hand through his think greasy hair, prepared for what was going to happen next.
He burst into Ming's building, a nondescript exterior with no signage. Ming was seated alone smoking a cigar, and reading an ancient book.
"Robert, have you come to do what you promised?", Ming inquired, Hessfield stayed silent so Ming continued, "As you can see I wield no gun so you should have no trouble", Ming continued to read, Hessfield stayed silent.
Hessfield did not expect this, Ming and his associates had notoriety for being violent, he could not shoot this man in cold blood despite his feelings.
"Robert", Ming said, "Both of us have killed many men," Hessfield noticed Ming's right hand set his cigar in the ashtray and was casually reaching into the back cover of the book, "the difference is that you kill for shallow beliefs trying to find a purpose, while I only kill to defend my honor". Ming's right hand dexterously slipped out of the book cover, reveling a sharpened star which was swiftly coming towards Hessfield. Hessfield strafed to the side while drawing his gun, the star narrowly missed his neck. Ming charged Hessfield with a dagger he quickly pulled out of his robe, but Hessfield fired one shot between his eyes and Ming's skull cracked, blood splattering against the wall. Ming's body fell limp to the ground, his dagger thudding on the wooden floor.
Hessfield knew that killing Ming would scare some of the associates, but business would continue as usual. Ming was just one piece to the puzzle, a big piece, in the local picture, but one that could be filled overtime. Hessfield knew more action must be taken to restore peace to his country, but he was going against a big adversary, an association whom would not easily falter.