Was originally going to do an entire new Thread, but I figured having it here was more appropriate. Here’s my take on Tigrero’s (Loco’s) fate after Il Grande Silenzio. Hope you all like how I write
Five men lay dead around the Bounty Killer. This wasn’t an unusual sight, but was for the fact that the dead men were friend’s of the gunman, and that it was the woman standing before him who killed them.
“But…but you’re one of us,” he said in pure shock.
“No,” her blue eyes as cold as the snow all around them as she spoke, “I bring the target to justice, not death.”
“What’s the difference,” he replied, trying to regain his composure, “they still die by the rope and you get paid for having brought them to it.”
“That’s justice and order for you.”
The man knew better by not trying to be smart, Belle Bowie lived on the fringes of society, but she was no coldblooded killer, nor did she ever steal from someone who she thought would need it. She became a Bounty Hunter initially to make money after being cleared of a crime she never committed, but found she liked bringing in those the law had trouble getting, some getting prison terms, others getting the rope, and even some proving there innocence, she did the hunting with a clear conscious. The man she was facing was running from the Marshals from Utah for the deaths of several defenseless bandits, the majority of whom had been wrongly labeled such, and the Governor was determined to right that wrong and placed a legitimate bounty on the man and his cohorts, but only to the honest hunters. She didn’t like men like the ones she was after, they made her’s and so many others difficult.
Sure, it wasn’t normal for a Bounty Hunter to have feelings regarding a target, but Belle made sure to give everyone the breaks, but in this case she was more than willing to make an exception,
"Listen, the man began as he slowly motioned towards a pistol that fell in the snow, “maybe we can make some form of deal…”
As he went for the gun, Bowie, quicker than he was, pulled out her shotgun and sent to barrels into the man’s abdomen.
“Goddamn you bitch!,” he shouted holding his stomach and writhing. “Kill me!”
Bowie didn’t acknowledge him as she turned him over and tied his hands and feet. Taking a blanket from one of the dead men, she draped it over her horse so the man wouldn’t be bleeding on him.
“I deserve better than this,” he shouted and coughed as she secured him and rode off, “a bullet in my head, not bleedin’ out from goddamn buckshot.”
He remarks were met with a firm punch to his head.
“You killed a man, a man I respected,” she began. “Yeah, he was a killer of Bounty Hunters, but only the ones who killed for the pleasure and the money. He spared my life when he saw I was bringing in the bounty to stand trial. I could tell he didn’t approve of the trade I chose, but he saw I was honest and left me to it. One shot to the head is too merciful for you, you’re gonna suffer.”
A few hours later, Belle Bowie met up with some Texas Rangers escorting some prisoners to the nearby jail.
“Got one more here for you boys,” she said as she dismounted and removed her quarry.
“What have you got, a big one?” the lead Ranger asked as he helped her load the man on the wagon.
“It’s Tigrero, that fella who led the Utah Massacre a few months back and caused the death of Silence the gunman.”
“Never thought anyone could beat him,” one of the Rangers said as he searched Tigrero for anything, “hey, wait a minute, he’s dead. Gut shot.”
“Pity,” those cold blue eyes shimmered as Belle spoke, “never said a word he was that hurt. Adios.”