Moon Mount ...3 A mans deep baritone voice slid past her, FireFly stopped and turned to it ...His sillouette blocked the doorway , He was tall...As her eyes adjusted to the light, She noticed a spray of fresh blood across his chin, and he held a bloodied rag to his face . What in the heck is this? She thought...Then his words sunk in ...How pretty she would look in that dress?..My Word!!...FireFly turned away so as not to show the smile flitting across her mouth...Bleeding to death, and flirting at the same time ...Get me outta here ..FireFly stepped into the shadowy stillness of the mercantile ...Anything and everything, the rich smells of coffee and grains, new leather,and soap...assailed her senses ...She set the pack down on the floor before the wood counter. There it was, catching shards of light, the big glass jar of peppermint sticks fairly glowed....The child in FireFly put a sparkle in her eye .. At the sound of gunfire outside the store and the commotion of flying glass and galloping horses, FireFly dropped to the dusty floor and came up with both of her sixes in her hands...Rolling to the edge of the door frame she could see the bottom of the boot of the man who was just talkin to her ...He must have been the target, a trickle of blood inched along the weathered wood below his bent leg. Well you are still with us mister, she thought...Yer heart is pumpin that trail...Hold on .. Out of her vision, another was shootin to cover the downed man, in the street, three riders were dyin for there folly..The unseen shooter took them out with deadly aim...FireFly re sheathed her right and held her left out with level precision as she inched out on to the wooden planks and bent over the felled man ..Her long gold braid fell over her shoulder as her hat had fell away in her movements. Trouble and Buck were gone.. She scooped the once handsome mans face into her lap ..His eyes fluttered open, and his gaze fell into the forest brown depths of FireFly s eyes, Call them to you Cowboy she whispered...The ones who know the trail you are takin now ... She ran her fingers slowly into the blood matted hair that fell across his face, and brought her finger tips down his forehead to close the eyes that no longer saw this day....
Posted on: Fri, 12 Sep 2014 16:38:28 +0000
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