Damiynn
Fantasy Author
Jashra Mollon pushed back the open end of his knit tweed coat, its left side revealing the aged oiled leather of the crossdraw rig slung low on his hip. The reversed holster showed the curved end of the pistol wooden handle reflecting back the overhead light from the street lamp.
For a brief moment the wizard Marshall considered whether or not he should pull out the large iron, but then decided against it. He knew the man holed up here and hoped he wouldn’t need it.
"Minor," He called out in a loud friendly voice, "this isn't worth the fight you're going to get if you keep this up. Why don’t you just toss out your weapon and surrender? Come out peacefully with your hands up?"
Nothing, no sound came forth from the old ramshackle farmhouse that had seen better days, a long time ago. Suddenly a heavy clanking that was followed by a rattle that sounded like someone tripping over a pot bellied stove filled the air.
"Isss that you Marshal Mollon?" called out a voice, near one of the broken window panes, "Iiis not going anywhere Mashallll, Iiis did nothing wrong."
The voice was drunk and slurring. Jash shook his head in exasperation, knowing this was going to be a long night.
"Them mens, Marshall, they had it coming. They needed someone to shut their mouths for them. They were speaking bad to the ladies and men shouldn’t be allowed to speak to ladies that way.”
Jash turned, looking back at the two local lawmen accompanying him, and said jovially. "He claims he did nothing wrong, gentlemen."
The two local lawmen shook their heads. Disbelief etched on their angry faces and the older of the pair stated, “He killed two of those seven men that he claims he did nothing to withi his bare hands.” The second officer piped in then, “And he cut the other five within an inch of their lives with that rune knife of his.
The second lawman’s eyes glowed hotly and Jash saw his fingers tighten white hot around the pistol grip of his sidearm.
It was apparent to Jash that the two men who had been killed must have been acquaintances of his. "He also killed a third with an electrical glyph that turned him to dust and ash."
"And all of the witnesses said it was self defense," put in the first lawman, with a pointed look at his partner that caused him to remove his hand from his sidearm.
For a brief moment the wizard Marshall considered whether or not he should pull out the large iron, but then decided against it. He knew the man holed up here and hoped he wouldn’t need it.
"Minor," He called out in a loud friendly voice, "this isn't worth the fight you're going to get if you keep this up. Why don’t you just toss out your weapon and surrender? Come out peacefully with your hands up?"
Nothing, no sound came forth from the old ramshackle farmhouse that had seen better days, a long time ago. Suddenly a heavy clanking that was followed by a rattle that sounded like someone tripping over a pot bellied stove filled the air.
"Isss that you Marshal Mollon?" called out a voice, near one of the broken window panes, "Iiis not going anywhere Mashallll, Iiis did nothing wrong."
The voice was drunk and slurring. Jash shook his head in exasperation, knowing this was going to be a long night.
"Them mens, Marshall, they had it coming. They needed someone to shut their mouths for them. They were speaking bad to the ladies and men shouldn’t be allowed to speak to ladies that way.”
Jash turned, looking back at the two local lawmen accompanying him, and said jovially. "He claims he did nothing wrong, gentlemen."
The two local lawmen shook their heads. Disbelief etched on their angry faces and the older of the pair stated, “He killed two of those seven men that he claims he did nothing to withi his bare hands.” The second officer piped in then, “And he cut the other five within an inch of their lives with that rune knife of his.
The second lawman’s eyes glowed hotly and Jash saw his fingers tighten white hot around the pistol grip of his sidearm.
It was apparent to Jash that the two men who had been killed must have been acquaintances of his. "He also killed a third with an electrical glyph that turned him to dust and ash."
"And all of the witnesses said it was self defense," put in the first lawman, with a pointed look at his partner that caused him to remove his hand from his sidearm.
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