Rip's Adventure (changing name to *Tom A Hawk*

"Here is a good place to rest." said Mike as he stepped through the wall.
     When they walked in behind him, they could see that it was just a hole in the wall.  Partly because of the small size and partly because of the sign above the bar, "The Hole in the Wall Saloon".   Tom was overjoyed to finally be able to sit down and rest.  He was going to order a Jack Daniels and coke.  He did not look up when the waitress walked over.  "Tom, Tom A Hawk, is that you?"  she asked.
     Tom looked up and saw the most beautiful sight ever created.  A young Indian maid, bright red skin, long black hair, braided on each side of her lovely face.  Her big dark eyes and slender figure that made even the red skinned Tom blush even brighter.  Tom was speechless, taken aback by this beautiful sight.  It was his beloved Red bud, that had been killed by a bear, years ago.  Jumping up, he grabbed her, pulled her close and squeezed and squeezed.
     "Tom, let me breathe,"  she laughed.
     "I have missed you for so long."  he said, with tears streaming down his face.  "I wanted to die after you were gone."
     "I know, I could see you for a while, but then I had to go.  I thought I would never see you again.
     Tom and Red bud grabbed a table in the back, talked, and held each other for a long while. Rip, Orson, Mike and Jack the Ripper sat in silence and drank a lot of Jack Daniels.  So much had happened over the last few days that the bourbon had little effect on them.  Jack was feeling remorse for what he had done in White Chapel.  The guilt was eating him alive, but what bothered him even more was knowing that he would do it again.
     Rip was missing his home in the Dutch Hills country in Pennsylvania.  What wonderful yarns he could spin when he returned.  Orson was keeping a journal of the events as they happened.
  When the door opened, Mike slumped down in his seat and hid behind his glass.  Rip, Orson and Jack followed suit.  They knew if Mike was apprehensive, there was good reason.  The figure that walked in was not that impressive.  Small of stature, bent over at the waist, supporting himself with a crooked staff.  His white hair and beard, just barely visible under the black hood of the long black robe, cinched together with a serpent that was tied into a bow in the front.  He barely raised his cold black eyes as he looked for a place to sit, knowing he could sit anywhere he wanted.  There was a dark heavy cloud over his head that blocked out the already dim light of the bar.
     Tom, who was unaware of the new patron, was surprised by the sudden darkness.  "Hey, who turned out the lights?"  he shouted in a booming voice.
     The old man stopped in his tracks, casting his deadly gaze in Tom's direction.  Thunder and lightening erupted from the cloud.