[ WP ] Two brothers , a sheriff and a mountain man , are at odds when one comes to claim justice after the other who shot a man dead .

Ernest sat stunned at the rickety table in his shack. He was at his usual routine, which always proceeded by him boiling up a strong pot of coffee, dark, strong coffee, and then proceeding to switch on his old Philco Battery Cell radio, that had been his grandfather ’ s. He, and his brother, Gene, had grown up in this cabin after all, and had been nearly left untouched since their mother died. Ernest had never wanted to do much in his time, but Gene was full of ideas. He left the homestead, and ran off to a police academy near Carson. Ernest stayed at home, living off the land, just as his father had before he had been slaughtered by a bear. Meanwhile, Gene was elected sheriff of the county, and was, for the most part, a good law enforcer. 
 Ernest sat in awe, as the ancient radio told him of a crime he could not believe; his beloved brother, Gene, had shot and killed a man stealing bread and jam to feed his family. Apparently, as Ernest heard, the man had been unarmed, and was running to nourish his starving daughter. The entire department, as it had been a slow crime week, was on his tail. Bored, and out of shear cold blood, Gene shot the man, while the rest of the department hollered in joy. *They had killed somebody. * Something different had happened. Ernest, on the other hand, was not in a joyous mood. 
 
 “ Heartless! I thought I knew him!?!?! ” 
 
 Ernest, now in a rancid mood, ran across the cabin, and grabbed his shotgun. He grabbed his ammunition belt as he sprinted out the door and right into his pickup. 
 
 “ That ruthless % # & % # @ &!, ” Ernest screeched. 
 
 The enraged Ernest drove mach ten to his brother ’ s residence, only to find Gene enjoying a cocktail while watching a rerun of *Saturday Night Live. * Ernest, now more or less a raging monster, bust through the oak front door. A startled Gene jumped up, and pulled his Glock. The two brothers, aiming hot lead at each other, were paralyzed. 
 
 “ Ernie, what the # $ % & is wrong with you?!?!? ” 
 
 “ You, Gene, you. ” 
 
 “ Why? It ’ s not like a shot a man, or anything like that?'' 
 
 “ You killed a man, who was only trying to feed his family! That ’ s what ’ s wrong, you monster! ” 
 
 “ Well, correction: I did n't shoot anybody important. ” 
 
 “ Everyone ’ s important, Gene. That man was the only person in that little girl ’ s world. And you took that away from both of them. You ’ re the one that ought to be killed. ” 
 
 “ Ernie, put the gun down, and I won ’ t charge you with assault of an officer. ” 
 
 “ Don ’ t Ernie me, you creep. Do your worst. ” 
 
 “ Ernie, were brothers! ” 
 
 “ To hell with brothers. ” 
 
 Ernest pulled the trigger, as SWAT vehicles pulled up to the residence… 

