lou.latour:
(1PA) He arrived from Chicago in the mail van in Las Salinas
lou.latour:
(2PA) Pinkerton Agency sent him with one instruction: "erase" Garret Malone, dead or alive, once and for all.
lou.latour:
(3PA) Malone would never let himself be caught; he'd rather end up with lead than hemp. But that, too, the Pinkerton knew.
lou.latour:
(4PA) Malone wouldn't be hard to find. He wasn't even hiding in the town he had made his own.
lou.latour:
(5PA) But this Pinkerton was already a legend, the Indians called him "the barking death" in reference to his famous two-barreled LeMat.
lou.latour:
(6PA) Garret Malone had already started his bottle of whiskey when the Pinkerton entered,
lou.latour:
(7PA) For miles around, the LeMat was heard barking once ... and two more shots were fired by a man still standing but already dead.
lou.latour:
(8PA) No one missed Malone, only this kid waited for his big brother to come back because he read on the cross: Repaired in Paradise
lou.latour:
(9PA) Las Salinas is almost smiling again, the rope only serving to predict the weather by the movement and moisture of the hemp. And funnily enough, no one remembers Garret Malone's face or Barking Death's real name.