Dead Man Walking Pt 2: A Halloween Western short story

Doctor Jonathan Brooks walked out of the Black Stag bar. His hands were soaked with the blood of the patients he had just treated.
"And remember Joe, avoid them beer bottles! I can't stitch up all of yer skull if you shatter it!" He looked back and smiled. Joe and the other barflies waved their hands. A minor scuffle. Probably the first since... well, Jonathan wasn't gonna think about him.
The Doctor made his way toward his Sister's homestead. He had been staying there since he arrived in Spencer. The full moon kept the enough light for him to find his way. He knew the way like the back of his hand. Then his foot slipped. It dug down deep and threw him to the ground. The doctor landed face down a pool of blood.
He didn't have time to scream when McCraw sliced off his head.




"McCraw's dead. It can't be him, Jim." Sheriff Coates sighed.
"Sheriff, the entire homestead burned down to the ground. And all of the Brooks were sliced up- Who else would do something so nasty?" Jim Fulsom stood and
"I don't know-" The sheriff winced. No evidence except for the entire Brooks family being sliced into over hundred pieces.
“Sheriff Coates!” Diana Cash was at the door to the Jail. Cash was a older woman and managed the girls that worked above the Black Stag. She and those women were prostitutes -and yes, sinners too- but they also had been newest to town. Fresh faces were a pleasant sight, regardless of occupation. “The Black Stag- my god- its-”
The sheriff didn't bother to ask. He and Jim ran furiously across the street. He and Jim open their jaws in horror when they stepped into the Black Stag. Eight young women hung naked by their own hair. Five or so men had been tossed on the floor in parts. The men were dead. It took the Sheriff a second to realize what was happening.
“My god, their still alive!” The Sheriff rushed out to grab and try to cut one of them down. A bony fist knocked him away.
“Aww shucks Sheriff. I'll share my toys when I'm done.” The voice echoed with shadows and the noon sun seemed to back away from it. It carried frost. A hate-filled frost.
“No.” The Sheriff pulled out his pistol. He stepped back “Fuck no.”
“Fuck yes.” McCraw chuckled.