Widowmaker Jones (2016)
“She had fallen asleep on her campstool, leaned back against the side of the wagon with Vlad curled up at her feet. The big, white dog hadn’t growled, nor was he awake.
Fonzo was gone. The fire had died down to nothing, and she searched the dark around the wagon and then inside the wagon, yet there was no sign of him. Fearing the worst, she checked inside the rear door of the wagon for the shotgun they kept on wall pegs there. When she lit a lantern she saw the shotgun was where it was supposed ...to be, but her gun rig that hung beside it had one empty holster.
She ran down the steps and strained to make out the cantina in the distance. There were still lights burning inside, but the rurale captain’s horse was gone.
She went back in the wagon and took up the shotgun and then untied Vlad. Together, they set out. For some reason, something was telling her to head out of town, and she followed that hunch. They walked for what seemed like a long while, but in reality, they were only a quarter of a mile outside town.MoreLess
Fonzo was gone. The fire had died down to nothing, and she searched the dark around the wagon and then inside the wagon, yet there was no sign of him. Fearing the worst, she checked inside the rear door of the wagon for the shotgun they kept on wall pegs there. When she lit a lantern she saw the shotgun was where it was supposed ...to be, but her gun rig that hung beside it had one empty holster.
She ran down the steps and strained to make out the cantina in the distance. There were still lights burning inside, but the rurale captain’s horse was gone.
She went back in the wagon and took up the shotgun and then untied Vlad. Together, they set out. For some reason, something was telling her to head out of town, and she followed that hunch. They walked for what seemed like a long while, but in reality, they were only a quarter of a mile outside town.MoreLess
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