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continued to flow. It drenched him, soaking into his clothes and pooling at the end of the coffin due to a slight tilt.
    Pike coughed and choked and his mind would still not let him grasp his situation. It would still not face the grim finality of what awaited him. He still believed he could some how escape like some sort of muscled super hero. 
    Click! The noise filled the coffin. It was the noise of a thousand demons beating on the door, the sound of the grim reaper sharpening his scythe. It was the noise of a lighter being lit.
    Pike looked at his tiny porthole to the outside world his eyes wide in shock. A hand crossed over his field of view and dropped a burning lighter into the hole. It spun and the last thing Pike saw was an image of a skull engraved on the back of the lighter. The lighter twirled and spun as it fell, its yellow flickering flame holding steady. The lighter landed on pikes head with a clunk and slid off.
    Pike thought "It's gone out", and then his world turned to heat and flame and suffering.
    The flames engulfed his body, hair and flesh melted in the intense heat. Pike screamed in agony as his lungs where burnt from the inside.
    A gout of flame shot out of the pipe and into the air. The watching men stood back. Blackjack fixed his eyes on the pipe, his face a mask of stoic resolve. He felt like his feet where embedded in the earth. 
    Thick black smoke spewed from the pipe as the flames within the coffin receded. 
    Blackjack felt spent and weary. When he was younger violence used to get him hard. Now any time he had to mete out punishment it made him feel weary and old. When was the same fate going to come to him. He had done some horrible things, mostly to people who he felt deserved it. It could weigh on him sometime, the life he had chosen. 
    Pike had been a good man and someone that Blackjack thought had a real chance to rise up the ranks. Now he was nothing more the a charred corpse in an unmarked grave in some backwoods cabin. Was the same fate awaiting Blackjack? Was someone in his gang right now planning his downfall? He needed a drink and some time to relax or else these doubts would drive him crazy.
    "I'm heading back to the ranch. You and the brothers meet me at the usual place noon tomorrow" Blackjack said to Red.
    Red nodded and watched Blackjack as he walked away. Red had seen him like this before, the hunched shoulders and the cold dead look on his face. Red didn't like it when Blackjack got like this as things could get ugly. The last time he was like this they had gone on a rampage and killed every member of a rival gang. Blackjack always fell into the pattern of dealing out more and more violence in a steadily increasing spiral of horror after something like today. He was like a junkie looking for another high. It could make him reckless. Red would need to keep an eye on him.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    Linda clung on tight to Blackjack as the bike sped away from the liars tomb. She had heard the screams and seen the black clouds of smoke billowing up from behind the shack. She knew that Blackjack had a reputation for dealing swift and final justice to anyone that crossed him. He was clever and he had kept her well away from seeing anything that went on. All she could get him on was the possibility of an accessory to murder, small potatoes and not worth pursuing. She wanted to take down Blackjack and his whole crew and put them away for as long as possible. If some of them got an appointment with the electric chair she would have done her job.
    Blackjack had said to her that they were going to the ranch for the night. Linda's files on the gang had been pretty lacking on any kind of actionable information. She knew that the gang held several of these so called ranches at once. They switched up between them seemingly at random and then without warning they would torch them and hang out somewhere new. This gang didn't follow the usual gang structure of having one main