Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River. It was a little fishing cabin, nestled in a bend back from the trail behind a line of trees. Hidden, unless you knew to look for it. They’d planned the heist there and now, after the rest of his crew had all caught a bullet, Jack had retreated there to hole up and heal up. He should have been safe there for a while, but the figures that appeared on the nearby ridge saw him grabbing for his revolver again.
Marshal Cooper looked down on the hideout. He knew about the cabin. He’d fished there with his brother when they were little. The posse he’d been able to gather were lined up behind him, all wanting blood for the local schoolteacher caught in the crossfire. This was likely it for Diamond Jack.
“Where did you go wrong, Jack Cooper?” the Marshal thought as he tightened his grip on the rifle.
This piece of flash fiction was in response to a prompt from Mondays Finish the Story. Check it out if you fancy trying something similar.