Thursday, January 6, 2011
Sunday, January 2, 2011
Weapons Caster Jaemason
I caught a smirk under the shadow his hat. His coat was a rich black and silver. Stunning, especially with that neatly trimmed beard. Made me almost want to trim mine. But, as I was never one to think about shaving first thing in the morning, I reckoned it looked just about as good as the hair on my head.
“It has been a while. Long enough to keep my coat in order,” he replied. “You look like a coyote threw up!”
I just shrugged. “I get around.”
“Looks it. So you brought a live one today. Don’t you normally spill their guts on sight?”
“I didn’t think Guilds assigned other Casters to an already assigned town,” I changed the subject.
“Who said I was on assignment?” he returned.
That bothered me. Masters were not allowed to leave their assigned town. If Jaemason wasn’t working, then he wasn’t with a Guild. Not good.
“Fine time to be taking a vacation, then.” My finger was already on the trigger, and he knew it. “I don’t need another body to clean up tonight.”
“Manners, manners, Azri.” He straightened and strode to the saloon’s entrance. “You ain’t tipped your hat to me yet.” He pushed through one side of the swinging doors and disappeared inside.
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Western Fantasy Story Update
A Partner in Crime
© 2010 Bonnie Watson
Up before first crow; rode out to meet the sun cresting the tops of Mount Glory. I tilted my wide-brimmed hat to block out most of the rays, then turned my horse to face town. The grass tip I'd stuck between my teeth early on was beginning to taste bitter. I slid it over. Wasn't tobacco, but it would do - now that I was on patrol.
I could feel the heat building into the morning, and I cracked a grin only a passing Horned lizard could see. A few moments more and my Duster would activate. Not the most complicated defense, but useful when scouring the desert in pursuit of possible outlaws. Supposing I was thankful to have been given the chance to redeem myself. All those years of criminal acts – the Guild must have known. They wouldn't have accepted me, let alone granted such a fine coat to display my Weapon Caster skills. Mighty thankful, if not a bit haughty.
Story Link: http://bonbon3272.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d317l9a
© 2010 Bonnie Watson
Up before first crow; rode out to meet the sun cresting the tops of Mount Glory. I tilted my wide-brimmed hat to block out most of the rays, then turned my horse to face town. The grass tip I'd stuck between my teeth early on was beginning to taste bitter. I slid it over. Wasn't tobacco, but it would do - now that I was on patrol.
I could feel the heat building into the morning, and I cracked a grin only a passing Horned lizard could see. A few moments more and my Duster would activate. Not the most complicated defense, but useful when scouring the desert in pursuit of possible outlaws. Supposing I was thankful to have been given the chance to redeem myself. All those years of criminal acts – the Guild must have known. They wouldn't have accepted me, let alone granted such a fine coat to display my Weapon Caster skills. Mighty thankful, if not a bit haughty.
Story Link: http://bonbon3272.deviantart.com/gallery/#/d317l9a
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