Tansy Undercrypt
Author, Illustrator, Purveyor of Doom & Whimsy


April 25th 2012 in Microfiction

Oakwell put his hands up against the rifle aimed at his chest. “Now, Tate, don’t you go doin’ nuthin’ foolish. You ain’t a killer. Heck, neither is that gun!” He laughed nervously. “First part’s true; as a rule, I turn the other cheek to wrongs perpetrated against me,” the man replied steadily. “Ill deeds like the one you were caught doin’ to that child, however ….” His eyes narrowed slightly. “That’s a whole ‘nother thing.” Tate fired the first shot for recompense and the second for insulting his Winchester.

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