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Marlene Mesot
Trailing Trouble
03/05/2022
I needed the stealth of a fox and the brawn of a bear to fix this predicament. Three varmints on horses were riding toward my town. My backup was backed out.
Outsmart em’, Sherriff Hardy. I told myself.
I watched, as I crouched behind that big bolder. Remembering I had my nephew’s new tape recorder in my saddlebag, I pulled Nosey’s reigns down. I cranked the sound to the max as the reverberation of gunfire erupted.
“Ambush!” One of the three no-gooders shouted.
The patter of hoofbeats pounded the ground while the three scattered off the trail.
Linda Vos
Sheriff
I was recently elected sheriff of a small Wyoming town. Even though I’m fully qualified for the job and even though I won the election with a sizeable margin, there are still people who disparage me because I’m a woman.
On my first day an overgrown kid swaggered into my office and pronounced, “You don’t belong here. You won’t last a week as sheriff.”
I stared that punk squarely in the eyes and growled, “Watch me.”
Linda Vos
Kathy king
Pistols slung around my hips and hat pulled down low, I swaggered in. Slowly, I scanned the room; confirming I owned it.
The tension rose quicker than a thermometer reading on an August day in Texas.
The goons behind the bar diligently cleaned the glasses, avoiding my eyes.
I heard chairs scraping as cowards pushed back, and scurried out.
This new sheriff’s reputation had preceded her. She would quickly clean up this place.
Walking up to the bar, I glared, and slammed down a coin.
“Fill ‘er up with a root beer float! No fancy frozen yogurt or milkshake stuff.”
Marlene Mesot
Rainbow Drops
I stopped the car just in time before driving onto the bridge. Looking at the wooden slats, I saw rust spots, orange peel, dandelions, green moss, blue gumdrops, and purple violets all scattered there. Stunned, I looked up to see a rainbow. What could have happened here?