It began simple enough. Frank was guarding his prisoner, Zeke was helping out in a purely unofficial capacity, the rest of the posse was doing what they do best: drinkin', gamblin', and whorin'.
A fella by the name of John Tuttle rode into town and stopped by the sheriff's office. After gettin' past old Frank's yella streak, he was able ta explain that he was in town looking for some Mexican bandits who had headed up towards Laramie. Tuttle said he was a bounty hunter from Abilene. He had a partner named Alan.
Sheriff Urek tol' him them Mexicans had been through town, but that Kincaid, who used ta be sheriff, had let them go. Well, hearin' the name Kincaid seemed to set ol' Tuttle off, and he wanted to know more about him. By the time the conversation was over, Tuttle was a deputy on the trail of the man who shot and killed his brother Frank.
Tuttle went over ta the saloon to talk ta Kincaid about his dead brother. Some allegations were made about Kincaid workin' with the Gonzalez brothers and shootin' Tuttle's brother. Kincaid denied the shootin' and workin' with the Gonzalez boys. Tuttle didn't seem to buhleeve him, so he asked him not to leave town 'til his investigation was complete.
The Kid couldn't take that and he insulted Tuttle's dead brother. Tuttle called him out and they headed out fer a fight. The ol' bounty hunter decided to just beat the kid rather than kill 'im and it mostly worked out. He snagged the kid with a whip, the kid shot 'im. He kicked one o' the kid's guns away, the kid shot 'im. He kicked the other gun away, the kid punched him. He kicked the kid in the belly, the kid lay there gaspin' fer air.
The Kid and Tuttle both got thrown in the hoosegow to cool off. Zeke showed up and dug some lead outta Tuttle. Him and the kid talked it over and they agreed to let bygones be bygones. The Sheriff let 'em both out of jail.
Meanwhile, it had gotten dark. A half dozen smelly gunslingers came into town and started lookin' fer Virgil. Shiwana followed them in from outta town, but never got a chance to do much to 'em. They asked around after Virgil and when Armando heard about it, he decided to tell Virgil that trouble might be headed his way.
Trouble eventually found him and another gunfight ensued. Out-numbered and out-gunned, the Neville gang wasn't much of a threat to Kindcaid's Killers.
The posse made quick work outta the Neville gang, but in the confusion, the jail wound up with no guards. Zeke went in ta check on the perfesser and found him tryin' to escape by blowin' the place up. He tried to stop him but it was too late, the perfesser had lost his mind and blew up hisself, his whirlibird and the town jail.
The fire got put out but not before they tossed all the members of the Neville gang in fer a spell. The only thing they saved was John Tuttle's hat, which Neville had been wearin'. Sheriff Urek resigned as sheriff and Tuttle took on the job; he turned right around and hired Urek to be one of his deputies.
