Friendly Dragon
Noble Creature of Fantasy
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Sam
I'd said about as much as I could to Dan, it was up to him now. As I turned to leave I heard a commotion outside in the hall, and a woman's voice being raised.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
I opened the door in time to see the struggles between a man I didn't recognise and the young woman Beth, who he was carrying in his arms. Judging by her resistance and the tone of her words, she was none too happy about it either.
The scene caught me by surprise for a moment, and I just stood staring at the stranger. He had a seasoned look about him that told me he weren't no greenhorn, and the long black duster he wore concealed any pistol he might be wearing.
He ignored my presence and took Beth into her room, slamming the door behind him. I looked down at the pistol on my hip, reassured by its presence, suddenly glad I'd taken to wearing it again since the incident in the barroom. Stepping up to the closed door, I took a deep breath, wondering if it was going to be like this every day, now that I was sheriff.
Turning the handle, I swiftly opened the door and stepped inside. The stranger stood in the middle of the room in front of the bed, his back to me and the struggling Beth still in his arms.
"Why don't you just put the girl down mister," I said loudly, my eyes locked on the back of the stranger's head, "and turn around real slow."
As I waited for his response, wary and alert for any sudden movements, I clenched and unclenched my left hand, loosening my grip as it hovered inches away from my pistol.
I'd said about as much as I could to Dan, it was up to him now. As I turned to leave I heard a commotion outside in the hall, and a woman's voice being raised.
"PUT ME DOWN!"
I opened the door in time to see the struggles between a man I didn't recognise and the young woman Beth, who he was carrying in his arms. Judging by her resistance and the tone of her words, she was none too happy about it either.
The scene caught me by surprise for a moment, and I just stood staring at the stranger. He had a seasoned look about him that told me he weren't no greenhorn, and the long black duster he wore concealed any pistol he might be wearing.
He ignored my presence and took Beth into her room, slamming the door behind him. I looked down at the pistol on my hip, reassured by its presence, suddenly glad I'd taken to wearing it again since the incident in the barroom. Stepping up to the closed door, I took a deep breath, wondering if it was going to be like this every day, now that I was sheriff.
Turning the handle, I swiftly opened the door and stepped inside. The stranger stood in the middle of the room in front of the bed, his back to me and the struggling Beth still in his arms.
"Why don't you just put the girl down mister," I said loudly, my eyes locked on the back of the stranger's head, "and turn around real slow."
As I waited for his response, wary and alert for any sudden movements, I clenched and unclenched my left hand, loosening my grip as it hovered inches away from my pistol.