Wednesday has come around again, and I’m happy to present this week’s flash fiction.
The sheriff snorted but took a step back. Ollie might’ve taken the movement as obliging to her request for attention. Might’ve, except he kept his hand near his gun. That wouldn’t do. Bless Timothy and Alyssa for catching on. They moved to flank him.
Ollie shrugged, the movement deliberately casual and showy. She ended with her pulling her own pistol she shook her head at the man, warning him. “Now see, I would’ve thought you knowing my reputation, you’d be more agreeable.”
“And I’ve found he’s usually more cynical than trusting any reputation alone.” Ollie didn’t find the new speaker a welcome addition to the square’s commotion.
Turing slowly, Ollie spotted the the man without a fuss. Like her, the locals didn’t seem interested in his attention. They were backing away quick.
Elijah Durham. Trim and tidy as always, Elijah stood at ease. Like nothing here could touch him. He might have a point. Even with his hands away from his weapons, Ollie didn’t trust him a lick.
Hadn’t trusted him since he’d scared Josephine Maira Zigler witless. Ollie breathed out, huffing a strand of hair away. She couldn’t even blame Josephine’s panic then. She hadn’t known Ollie more than moments and he’d nearly killed her. A bit of distress was warranted.
Warrented, but wouldn’t help her now. Ollie forced herself to grin at Elijah Durham. “Well evening, Elijah.”
His eye twitched at the lack of title or given name. At least she’d pricked him with a burr.
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