Triple the Pay

[Part 1 · The wicked get what they deserve]

"Dead?! Butler Defen is dead?" someone cried out.

"The Big Leader blew that old bastard's head apart with one shot! Yeah! Yeah!" someone cheered.

Jack Martin felt as if he were hiding among a pack of bloodthirsty jackals. He finally got a good look at Defen's clothes and was sure this was the old acquaintance from his family's estate—the steward who had looked after him since he was a child.

That was right.

The Big Leader was here! He was right here!

He never expected Defen to be helping him, too! Helping him do these utterly vile things! That old dog deserved to die!

"Hahahahaha! Hahahahaha!"

Jack Martin was shocked and furious, but he could only force a smile and laugh along with the local hired hands around him, blending right into the pack.

The old butler from the United Kingdom was always making rules, demanding that these cannibalistic bandits in Arizona behave themselves. He was the Big Leader's mouthpiece, but that didn't make him any more popular. Everyone in the temporary camp hated the old dog.

Now that Jack Martin had shot him dead, it had turned into a powerful morale booster.

"Big Leader! You did good!" shouted an old redneck, lounging in a hammock with a drink in hand.

"Take me to the stables." Jack Martin ignored him and casually spoke to the henchman beside him.

Someone immediately came to show him the way, respectfully offering him cigarettes and liquor—

—Jack had never been treated like this before. He used to be the one bringing drinks to the warrant officers and his fellow Rangers. He snatched up the offerings at once, grabbed a bottle, and started guzzling. Even with his eyes bloodshot, he couldn't bring himself to put the