Just a little bit of micro-fic I wrote a while ago for a pic prompt. I’ve been mulling over doing something with it, so I figured I’d see what the internet thought about it. ~ J
It wasn’t easy to work the border planets, but Bez couldn’t deny that the money was about the best you could make without joining up with the Federals. It was hard to believe that rustlers were still a problem what with gene stamping, but here she was, tracking the Temple Sibs again.
If she drew a bead on Ned Temple this time, she was going to kneecap him just to avoid seeing his face for a couple of months. Bastard couldn’t seem to get over the fact that his sister had a fling with a ranch cop.
And Talulah just didn’t have the spine to bust up the gang.
More’s the pity. That girl was all sorts of fun, and she had a good mind, if she ever used it for anything other than keeping her useless brother in whiskey and smuggling jobs.
Bez squinted at a cloud of dust rising on the horizon.
Yup, that was them.
She drew her revolver.
She was going to enjoy this.