Killer Be Killed by Travis E. Hughes

Author:Travis E. Hughes [Hughes, Travis E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-06-26T23:00:00+00:00

“I don’t know. Probably high tailed it back to wherever the fuck he’s from,” Roslyn said, trying to keep her head from exploding.

“So what’s like, keeping you from just accusing anybody of anything?” said the first one. He was the leader. The third guy was actually his number two. But the second, more muscular road agent was the heavy. It all made perfect sense in Roslyn’s wonderful head.

“Exactly,” said Number Two. “She actually used us for target practice this morning.”

“You mean when I was stopping you from killing that bald old man?” Roslyn asked.

“Kill?” Leader asked. “Who said anything about killing anybody?”

“I’d suggest you cooperate with the robbery charge, unless you want it to turn into attempted murder,” Talbert said in his deep grumble.

Earl Wyatt arrived to witness the rest of the trial. He’d just been woken up and told about it.

“What the fuck?” asked Leader. “Nobody murdered anybody. Attempted or otherwise.”

“My whole point, folks, here, is where’s the victim?” asked Number Two. “Back on Earth, you still need a body to have a case.”

The man was smarter than he looked, she thought. The crowd agreed. And the men were set free. Roslyn stormed back to their tent and got very close to smashing something, anything. Then she noticed Puff standing vigilant over the cot where the diamonds were buried.

She felt a gentle breeze hit her chest, releasing a ball of angry twine to slowly unravel.

When Hattie and Talbert returned to the tent, she sat wearing a shit-eating grin. She’d taken a blanket off of her cot and wrapped something substantial inside.

“Make sure the flap is zipped up. Keep your voices down,” Roslyn said, giddy with excitement.

Talbert and Hattie stood waiting as she laid the blanket on the ground and unfolded it. The lantern lights caught the glassy surfaces and bedazzled the inside of the tent. Don’t scream.

But Hattie couldn’t help it. She covered her mouth but it was enough to alert any cutthroat thief within ear distance that they’d struck it big.

“Where’d you get it?” Talbert asked.

“In a cave. Puff knows the way back. There’s more in there than we’ll ever be able to haul out of here,” Roslyn said, her eyes turned into giant diamonds themselves.

“But we aren’t in the mining business,” Talbert said.

“I know that. And we don’t need to be in the mining business. We take as much as we can, cash it in and pick and choose our cases. We turn Dad’s legacy around and make it into an institution.” It was as if she’d memorized it.

“They’re so beautiful,” Hattie said. “Praise be the Birds. To the highest perch--”

“We ascend, yep. But this doesn’t mean we’re giving up on the Dogg Holly bounty,” Talbert said.

“Why not?” asked Roslyn. “He’s no guiltier than you. Or me. He’s got honor. We should be going after the real scumbags. The evil ones. Get those people out. They fuck it up for everybody else.”

“You want to talk about legacy?” Talbert said, taking off his boots and pouring out the glittering sand.

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