Can I do it?
I hope I can.
Thoughts, feedback, comments are always welcome and treasured.
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“Stop!”
Fists clenched, Rogue spun around, growling low, the fury in
his eyes so bright Gypsy took a step back, half-fearing he’d torch them with
his gaze.
“I know you’re pissed but….”
“You don’t know shit!” Rogue raged. “I’m done! Damn the
consequences, it ends today!”
“You can’t just march over there and….”
“Watch me!” In a flurry of motion he stormed across the
yard, chickens scattering in a whirlwind of feathers and angry clucks. Gypsy
watched him go, knowing that going after him would just make things worse, but
that didn’t mean they had to let him barge into an already volatile situation
like a crash of rhinos. Digging around in their pocket Gypsy fumbled for their
cell phone, eyes on the dust cloud trailing up the road.
“Pick up, pick up, pick up,” they whispered, pacing as the
chickens resumed the hunt and peck of feeding. Just when they were about to
hang up, the Sheriff’s rough timber echoed through the crappy connection. Damn
it all, they really needed a better phone service, that or the town needed to
upgrade its cell phone tower, but of course, the damned historical society wasn’t
about to approve of a large tower in the block behind Main Street where anyone
happening through town could see it.
“Greg, I’ve got a serious shit storm about to jump off,”
Gypsy began without preamble. “Are you anywhere close to 340th and
Lyndale?”
“Clear cross the county Gra…erm um, sorry, Gypsy. What’s
going on?”
“Rogue’s going after Randy, pretty sure he’s armed. I know
Randy is. If someone doesn’t stop them it’s gonna be bad.”
“Christ, couldn’t you stop him?”
“Don’t you think I tried!”
The screech of gypsy’s response sent the chickens into
another tizzy. At this rate they weren’t going to lay for a week.
“Point taken. Breathe, I’m already headed that way, can’t
promise I’ll make it before Rogue does, knowing the way he drives, but I’ll try
and get there quick enough to keep them too fools from killing each other.
Damnit, if he’d just waited one more day Randy would be in custody already and
this wouldn’t be an issue. Hell, he’d have been well on his way to being
someone else’s issue. I knew this thing was going to turn out to be a dumpster
fire waiting to happen.”
“Wait, you mean the Marshalls were coming for him?”
“Are coming, yeah, they faxed over the warrants this
morning. They’re already on the way.”
“Shit.”
“Exactly. I’m hanging up now. I’ll keep you posted.”
Gypsy flinched at the shrill whine of the siren bursting
over the line before it went dead. A cool gust of air sent a shiver up their
spine, or maybe it was just the sudden slash of dread that left them hugging
themselves as the sky unleased a torrent of rain riddled with pea sized hail.
It felt like hours before the phone rang, startling them out
of their broody inspection of the storm ravaged fields. Fester shifted and let
out an annoyed whine as they accidently woke him in their fumble to answer.
Gray’s voice clipped as he spoke. “You need to get down to
Gooseneck Pond, now.”
“Wait….what?”
“Don’t ask questions, just get here.”
Turning, Gypsy reached for the keys on the hook beside the
screen door, shocked at the shadow shape that stepped towards them. Fester
growled, but a bang-flash of explosive force sent them crashing to the floor
before it even registered why he was angry. The last thing they saw before the
world faded away was Randy’s face leering down at them.
