Post by MissRedhead on Feb 25, 2009 13:59:26 GMT -8
Dusty the street urchin was startled from his nap in the hay loft by the sound of the barn door swinging open. He leaned his head slightly over the edge and for a moment he was almost convinced that somehow a gust of wind must have blown it open when a slim fella in his shirtsleeves hopped through the door with his gun out. Who was this fella, a robber looking for some place to hide? Whoever he was he certainly looked dangerous. The fella stepped into the barn and started talking.
“One of us should stay all afternoon in case he comes early.”
Dusty quietly looked around, who was the man talking to? There wasn’t anybody else in the barn besides the two of them. Was the man a drunk and not a robber? If he was drunk he certainly was able to stay on his feet without sliding all over the place on the hay.
“Artie!”
The man turned toward the door with his gun pointed.
Who was this Artie? Was he outside the barn? Was that the person the fella was talking to? If so, it was quite a funny name.
“Nothing.” A pause. “Call it off, you can’t do it alone.” Another pause. “You can’t do it alone, you need help”
Was he really talking to someone? Dusty couldn’t hear anyone and he had great hearing, he beamed to himself.
“Then you wait until I’m ready!” Now the fella was getting angry. “What do you want to be a hero?”
Talkin to someone or hisself, this fella was not to be messed with! Dusty hoped that the fella would just move along and leave him and his abandoned barn alone.
“Sorry. For a moment Artie, you… it was almost like I hated you.” Now the fella was confused? Heck Dusty was confused and was really hope’n that the fella would move on without shooting anyone, like him. The fella then turned around and walked out.
Later that night the barn door flew open and the same crazy fella ran through it with his gun still out.
“Is that an order?”
What was with this fella?! Dusty considered for a moment getting the sheriff if this fella didn’t move along by tomorra
“Get down!” Suddenly the fella sorta ran/leapt across the doorway and hunkered down next to the wall. “He’s out there,” he said in a harsh whisper and got up and ran towards the door only to fall backwards towards the stalls.
“Get out of my way,” wow, that was a voice of stone. “I said get out of my way,” the fella cocked his gun and sweat was pouring down his face despite the cool early spring night.
The fella wasn’t the only one sweatin’, Dusty was too! Suddenly a beam cracked and his hands slipped. Dusty caught himself but his hat sailed down towards the ground.
Suddenly the man fired at Dusty’s falling hat. Dusty fell back against the barn wall in fear. Oh no, now the crazy fella knew he was here! After a moment though, a sort of pain or fear or something crossed the fella’s face and he dropped his gun to his side. Then the fella hunkered down on the ground and pulled Dusty’s hat to his chest. This guy was definitely crazy alright! The fella then bowed his head down and seemed about to cry then suddenly he got up and ran out of the barn
Dusty waited until the fella disappeared into the hotel to climb down to retrieve his hat. Dang, there was a bullet hole in it and finding a good hat was near impossible!
“One of us should stay all afternoon in case he comes early.”
Dusty quietly looked around, who was the man talking to? There wasn’t anybody else in the barn besides the two of them. Was the man a drunk and not a robber? If he was drunk he certainly was able to stay on his feet without sliding all over the place on the hay.
“Artie!”
The man turned toward the door with his gun pointed.
Who was this Artie? Was he outside the barn? Was that the person the fella was talking to? If so, it was quite a funny name.
“Nothing.” A pause. “Call it off, you can’t do it alone.” Another pause. “You can’t do it alone, you need help”
Was he really talking to someone? Dusty couldn’t hear anyone and he had great hearing, he beamed to himself.
“Then you wait until I’m ready!” Now the fella was getting angry. “What do you want to be a hero?”
Talkin to someone or hisself, this fella was not to be messed with! Dusty hoped that the fella would just move along and leave him and his abandoned barn alone.
“Sorry. For a moment Artie, you… it was almost like I hated you.” Now the fella was confused? Heck Dusty was confused and was really hope’n that the fella would move on without shooting anyone, like him. The fella then turned around and walked out.
Later that night the barn door flew open and the same crazy fella ran through it with his gun still out.
“Is that an order?”
What was with this fella?! Dusty considered for a moment getting the sheriff if this fella didn’t move along by tomorra
“Get down!” Suddenly the fella sorta ran/leapt across the doorway and hunkered down next to the wall. “He’s out there,” he said in a harsh whisper and got up and ran towards the door only to fall backwards towards the stalls.
“Get out of my way,” wow, that was a voice of stone. “I said get out of my way,” the fella cocked his gun and sweat was pouring down his face despite the cool early spring night.
The fella wasn’t the only one sweatin’, Dusty was too! Suddenly a beam cracked and his hands slipped. Dusty caught himself but his hat sailed down towards the ground.
Suddenly the man fired at Dusty’s falling hat. Dusty fell back against the barn wall in fear. Oh no, now the crazy fella knew he was here! After a moment though, a sort of pain or fear or something crossed the fella’s face and he dropped his gun to his side. Then the fella hunkered down on the ground and pulled Dusty’s hat to his chest. This guy was definitely crazy alright! The fella then bowed his head down and seemed about to cry then suddenly he got up and ran out of the barn
Dusty waited until the fella disappeared into the hotel to climb down to retrieve his hat. Dang, there was a bullet hole in it and finding a good hat was near impossible!