She rode into town on an iron horse, the red glow of the dying sun a bloody backdrop to her arrival. The old-timers who lived on the porch of the Last Chance Saloon shook their heads, drained their drinks or spat in the dust, each according to their mood. Some of them pulled their raggedy blankets tight around their raggedy shoulders and huddled down into their raggedy selves. It was only when she turned her back to reverse the bike that they dared to share a furtive glance.
“We don’t need your type around here.”
She turned her shaved head, sunglasses blazing fire until she lowered them and fixed the old ones with a cold black stare that froze them in their wooden chairs.
“Old man, you’ve never seen my type.”
The bravest among them spat once more into the dust.
“We’ve seen it all, missy. You know where you are?”
She dismounted, stretching her small leather-clad frame before adjusting the twin holsters hanging from her waist. She smiled at the bravest among them.
“This is where old fools come to die.”
Extract from a little something I’m working on. I’ll let you guys know when it’s ready for publication.
In the meantime, you can catch the rest of my work on Amazon.
Don’t forget to check out the new Curiosity shop at the Railways Cafe in Pretoria, where you’ll find my books and a whole lot more from various vendors.
Delicious biltong from R10 a pack. Medical cannabis products. Handmade jewellery. Gin accessories. Traditional Gluhwein spices. Mothers apothecary. Handmade crystal fairies. Handcrafted soaps. One-of-a-kind sneakers.
Open Wednesday to Sunday, 11am till late. Curiosity website – maybe even an online shop – coming soon.
Till next time.
Cheers.
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