Carson City, Nevada
Seamus Mullins was a rare type of criminal. He'd lived a life of success in his sordid trade, and was so successful that he could manage to wrap himself in a veneer of respectability. The money he swindled, stole, and robbed was propped up into buying stakes into silver mines and casinos. He was one of the few villains in the old west that could reach the summit of success without firing a shot from a gun. That was a notion that he'd developed some amount of pride with. In the halcyon days of Carson City, he used his ill-gotten loot to pull the mining down up by its bootstraps and to become a proper city, further giving his legacy the legitimacy that so few of his type ever gained. In his twilight years, he was almost a respectable man, with a large house, a big family, and a healthy bank roll. If Seamus wished it, he could have abandoned his ilicit ways entirely, but there was still some allure to it.
One late spring day, the elder of the Mullins family took to playing a mandolin on his expansive front porch, smoking the finest cross-cut tobacco from a walnut pipe when a uniformed telegram boy briskly approached his step.
"Pardon me, Mr. Mullins, you got a wire out of Virginia City."
Seamus knew who it was by the name of the town. His brother Roy rarely took time to write. By that very acknowledgment, this was a serious matter. An aged hand reached to his pocket to remove bifocals, while the other put the mandolin away, and reached for the paper the boy held. Unwrapping it with ginger care, Seamus adjusted the glasses on his nose and read the print.
MY BROTHER SEAMUS STOP
I REGRET TO INFORM YOU THAT YOUR SON EZEKIEL WAS IN AN ALTERCATION IN JUSTICE MONTANA STOP
HE WAS MURDERED BY THE TOWN MAYOR STOP
WE ARE HOLDING A WAKE IN TOWN WITHIN THE WEEK AND ARE HOPEFUL OF YOUR ATTENDANCE STOP
SINCERELY ELROY MULLINS STOP
Seamus carefully folded the letter again with a shaking hand, and with another retrieved a dollar coin from his pocket to give the telegraph boy.
"Thank you, my son."
His eyes were miles away and his face looked ashen.
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