Tombstone.
This morning I walked down Allen Street and noticed a crowd in front of the hotel. I met a woman named Angel and then talked with Sage about how we had jurisdiction in Bisbee and Allen Street, though the group wasn’t aware of it.
As we were standing around, a barrel came over to the crowd and I thought, ‘Here we go again.’ I remembered back a few months ago when Waterfall had done this after something bad had happened to her. The others joked that they could shoot her and I sighed, walking over to the barrel.
“Waterfall, come on. Get out of the barrel and come talk to me. We’ve been here before, Water. Let’s just go talk and you can tell me what’s wrong.”
I walked down the street, waiting for her to follow, and we walked into the theatre. It was far enough away from the crowd and private enough that she could tell me what was wrong without worrying about anything else happening.
“You want to tell me what’s going on now? I know you only do this when something is wrong, Water. But you’re only putting a target on your back.”
“I do in this dress. Balthazar hurt me the other week.”
“What did he do?”
“Cuffed and gaged me while he broke in and stole from the bank. Then he drag me other side of tracks and caged me.”
“Did you file a report?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I did, to Black Diamond law lady.”
“Nim?” I asked and she nodded. “Let me talk to the Sheriff and I’ll find out what’s going on with it, okay? Stay safe.”
“It happened on the 8th,” she told me.
“Okay. You should have talked to the local law here but I will do that.”
“This I not know.”
“I’m going to head back to Bisbee. Stay safe, Water.”
“Okay,” she said and I headed back to Bisbee.
No comments:
Post a Comment