after a change of clothes and a nice shower at the hotel, I spoke with the man at the front desk, do you know where I can find the worst bar in town, he stated the worst bar in town is call the High Noon Saloon, its know for bikers, rough necks, hit man, and just your low down scum of the earth, if youre looking for trouble youll find it there, I arrive at the saloon, as I open the doors the stench of alcohol, sweat, and cigarette fills the room, I take a seat at the bar, the bartender looks at me, what you having stranger I tell him scotch on the rocks, the bartender ask me if I was new to the town, I tell him that I just rolled into town the bartender looks at me with a stern look on his face, look here boy people in this bar dont take to kindly to strangers, its best you finish your drink and leave, I grin as I tilt my cup and take a drink, I tell the bartender Im look for a man, grey slicked back hair with a goatee to match, looks like a wealthy man do you know him, the bartender with a scared looked on his face replies Drake Death, the man comes here often looking for men to recruit, I finish my drink and turn back at the bartender if you see him tell Drake hes a dead man.

As I leave the bar and head for my truck, I can hear a man yelling out hey stranger you looking for Drake Death, that son of bitch owes me money I can tell you everything about him, I walk over to the man what do you know about Drake, the man replies I know youre in a world of trouble boy, It was a trap then man takes out a taser gun and stuns me, he stands above me with a syringe in hand, as he sticks the needle in my neck, my body begins to shut down, the man laughing spits in my face you got to be the dumbest son of bitch I know, tie him up and throw him in the truck, sedated I can hear two men talking. Is this the guy Drake wants, Im sure of. The dumb bastard was looking for Drake at the bar, and look this fucker is armed to the teeth dumb fuck was really going to try to take out Drake by himself, I just cant wait to turn him in Drake was offering a pretty penny for this fucker, the truck stops at this point I can feel the sedative going away, my hand are bound but my feet are free, as one of the man comes over to drag me out of the truck, I begin to kick at him, the man grab the stock of a rifle and drives it into my face knocking me out cold.

After I came to my senses; I noticed was in a room bound to a chair, face throbbing from the blow of the stock, the only thing in my mind was how the hell I was going to get the hell out of this situation.

End of part 4 of epic journey blog

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