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Afternoon ladies. I heard about this here drifters cafe and, well...a double scotch please.

First , I am sorry for the long pauses in posts. I am doing several things at once.

 

Jake would let the statements stand, even let Rook live another day. There was one thing he had to do.

He pulled the hidden piece from his coat, twirlled it with his fingers letting the butt stop inches in front of Rook's nose. Rook's expression was good enough for Jake. He handed over the gun to Rook.

"I will not break the law. Speaking of women, I am looking for Lydia. She broke my heart in several pieces and I'm here to pick them up...over whisky. "

Jake walked to the bar, smiling.

Jake, amused at Rook finally coming out of the shadows, saw his neck pulsate. He could smell the tenseness and the others that watched.

" I came to square off with you. Rumors have it, you don't want a drifter of my kind here.I want to hear the truth from you and no, I don't have a license to carry."

Jake did not flinch, instead he surveyed his next three moves.

Jake figures that these two sherriff wannabes, Rook and Heath have two choices. Either die by the hand of his gun or be beat like a rented mule.

 

"The choice is yours," he yelled. "What say the loser buys the next round." Jake laughs aloud.

Jake stood in the middle of the street. The wind moved the brim of his hat, the sun getting tired as a burnt orange sky drawed a yawn.

"Where are ya'll, you coward sherriffs. Afraid to come to the dance? Or are you hiding behind some skirt? Harley County's best...huh! I've had  better brawls between the sheets."

Naw, just having fun. I do have current projects that HarlQ wouldn't touch. I'm a nobody in the literary world.

Jake Slaughter, loner and drifter, punched cows when he wasn't bounty hunting or hiring out as gun slinger. Feared by most lawmen, Jake's reputation swelled after rumors of him taking on a whole gang that murdered a family of farmers in Texas. The story goes that Jake hunted each man , one by one until he did them all in.

Ruggedly handsome, women loved the man, but only at a distance. Jake's heart had never been pierced by a woman until the day he met Lydia...that's a whole different story.

Good point. No non deliverable message, so I will assume it made the trip,now if it doesn't wind up in the slush pile.

It would be interesting to read all of the entries. I know I would learn something from everyone.

Jake Slaughter walked up to the bar. All eyes were on the tall slim cowboy.

He turned his head slowly to both sides, as if to size up his surroundings The right side of his lip curled upward, his full mancho mustache crooked, like his tauting smile.

"Whisky," his raspy voice directed at the bar keep. "And make it a double."

He leaned his head back as he downed the drink in one gulp and then slammed the glass on the bar.

"Another."

His dark eyes looked empty of emotion, a bottomless pit where demons dwell.

What was spoken next shocked those in the bar.

"Does anyone here know where a man can get a book of poetry. I read it to my horse sos he can sleep."

Okay, I sent in the short but it left me thinking. This short stops, I think at a convenient place, but needs to go on. Will I be penalized for readers knowing that there must be more?

Also, will I get an acknowledgement that the story was received?

Anxious.