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Nov. 2nd, 2010 05:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
findthegeckThe sound of explosions and gunfire carried all the way back to main part of town, where the townspeople stopped whatever they were doing for a few seconds, than got back to what they were doing, expecting it to last no longer than your average pitched battle.
Only the Sheriff listened with any measure in concern, and it was all he could do after the noise died down to sit and see if his deputy had succeeded, or if he'd sent good people to their death.
It was no small of relief for him to see the woman and her friends return, bloodied but breathing. "Y'all like a Gecko's lunch. You okay?"
She nodded as they all found somewhere to sit or lean against. "We're alive."
"And Frog Morton?"
She smirked in satisfaction. "Croaked."
"We didn't feel like dragging his carcass back as proof," Vic added tiredly, "But if you wanna be sure you can go up there and check anytime you like. He an' his boys ain't goin' nowhere."
Earl leaned back in his chair, impressed. "You did it. You killed Frog. Great job, great job. Here's yer reward money, as promised. Of course his brothers aren't gonna be too happy with you when they hear about it - but heck, that's all part of the
job."
"Brothers?" She frowned as she took the money. "You didn't tell me that Frog had brothers."
"Didn't I?" he asked with an innocent look on his face, then shrugged. "Must have plum darn slipped my mind. Yup, that's what it did. Well, he's got three
older brothers... even meaner than he was, from what I hear. Let's see...Toad, Newt and Snake Morton, if I remember aright. Heck, you know how tall tales can get. By the way, keep that badge I gave you." He smiled. "You earned it, Sheriff."
"Uh, yeah. Sure," she said, motioning for her men get up and out. "Well, we better be moving on. I have an appointment, someplace else. Someplace far away from here. Goodbye. Hope your knee gets better."
Only the Sheriff listened with any measure in concern, and it was all he could do after the noise died down to sit and see if his deputy had succeeded, or if he'd sent good people to their death.
It was no small of relief for him to see the woman and her friends return, bloodied but breathing. "Y'all like a Gecko's lunch. You okay?"
She nodded as they all found somewhere to sit or lean against. "We're alive."
"And Frog Morton?"
She smirked in satisfaction. "Croaked."
"We didn't feel like dragging his carcass back as proof," Vic added tiredly, "But if you wanna be sure you can go up there and check anytime you like. He an' his boys ain't goin' nowhere."
Earl leaned back in his chair, impressed. "You did it. You killed Frog. Great job, great job. Here's yer reward money, as promised. Of course his brothers aren't gonna be too happy with you when they hear about it - but heck, that's all part of the
job."
"Brothers?" She frowned as she took the money. "You didn't tell me that Frog had brothers."
"Didn't I?" he asked with an innocent look on his face, then shrugged. "Must have plum darn slipped my mind. Yup, that's what it did. Well, he's got three
older brothers... even meaner than he was, from what I hear. Let's see...Toad, Newt and Snake Morton, if I remember aright. Heck, you know how tall tales can get. By the way, keep that badge I gave you." He smiled. "You earned it, Sheriff."
"Uh, yeah. Sure," she said, motioning for her men get up and out. "Well, we better be moving on. I have an appointment, someplace else. Someplace far away from here. Goodbye. Hope your knee gets better."
