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Today we have a snippet from ‘The Ballad of Crow and Sparrow’ my current MM Historical Western romance. Our word prompt today is “Hardly” and in this snippet Crow is about to face doing time for the crimes he’s been caught up in.
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“…been hired by Mrs. Harrington-Haughton to serve as legal representation for her son’s friends, one Argonaut Mitrakis and one Crow Poulin.” I heard Argo grunt and glanced over to find him pushing to his feet. He winced and groaned softly with each step. “They are to be freed and returned to the employ of Mrs. Harrington-Haughton immediately.”
“Tell it to the judge. He’ll be here Friday. And since when do that Harrington-Haughton’s associate with train robbers and gypsies?” The sheriff asked. I could only see the skinny man with the expensive suit. He handed the sheriff some papers, his pointed nose rather high in the air, much like Spencer held his. Did all well-educated, wealthy, white men do so?
“If you do not free the two innocents you have unjustly incarcerated, Mrs. Harrington-Haughton is prepared to come speak to you herself,” the skinny man replied. I wet my lips. Argo hissed at me. I shrugged to indicate I could not translate for I only knew two Greek words, and both were impolite ones that Argo had taught Spencer and I over the long winter we had shared.
“You may tell Mrs. Harrington-Haughton that she may come down if she wishes but my answer will be the same. The judge arrives on Friday and will hear all testimony relating to this case. Until then, I suggest you take your fucking papers and big city airs and head on back to Mrs. Harrington-Haughton to relay my kindest wishes and firm no.”
“You do realize that those men are here under false pretenses?”
“Good day, Mr. Fox Keeper.”
The spiffy man sniffed. Also a sound that I’d heard from Spencer. “My name is Jedidiah Fox-Stratton, personal attorney for Mrs. Haughton-Harrington. I shall return with my employer and her son and we shall explain the situation to you and the Pinkerton agents if they are still in town.”
“They are not. They rode off at sunrise.” The sheriff then escorted the attorney to the door and shut it in his face. I gave Argo a confused look.
Breakfast arrived an hour later, some coffee and cold tack with a hard butter biscuit.
Copyright 2019 ©by V.L. Locey
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Interesting turn of events! Well done.
I can’t wait to read this!
love the double-barreled names. 🙂
Uh-oh! They seem to be in some trouble. I can’t wait to see what Mrs. Harrington-Haughton has to say! Great job!
Your ‘old-west’ writing is just as excellent as your sports romance. Well done!