Tuesday, 3 January 2017

Woman In Chains

The campfire crackled softly, as the man sitting in the dirt on the other side slowly rolled a cigarette, taking his time to make sure just the right amount of tobacco was inside the corn husk he was using as paper. He noticed my staring.

“Redskin showed me this, before I put a bullet in his head.”

He finished it, and then lit it in the campfire, then took a long drag of smoke, sighing as he enjoyed it.

“Nothing like a smoke after you nab a bounty. Better than a three dollar whore!”

I paused.

“I’d be worth two…”

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