Sixes Wild: Manifest Destiny by Tempe O'Kun

Author:Tempe O'Kun [O'Kun, Tempe]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Furry, Fiction
ISBN: 9781936689071
Publisher: Sofawolf Press
Published: 2013-04-18T04:00:00+00:00

I’m out of excuses.

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What does one buy a half-wild, gunslinging doe hare?

I look over the usual fineries offered at the few stores in town that don’t reek of manure or rotgut. Six doesn’t seem the type for flowers, and the only jewelry I’ve ever seen her wear is her namesake pin, the pin I keep fingering in my vest pocket. I consider buying her some finer spirits, but that hardly seems proper for a gentleman to buy for a lady who’s shared his bed.

The sun is dipping swiftly toward the horizon and I consider heading back to my bunk and forgoing the whole snipe hunt. Then I see it: a compact, flip-top pouch with holders for two brushes, a cleaning rod, rags, and even a small metal flask for oil. It’s a slick little number with elaborate patterning across the front leather. Wouldn’t be out of place beside those fancy guns of hers.

“Ya like it?” Rutherford James clops up behind me. He normally confines himself to saddlery, but very occasionally dabbles in smaller items. His backwards name still gives me pause, however. He steeples his thick fingers and inspects me inspecting his wares from his considerable height. “Made the case myself.”

I run my paws over the tooled leather. “Eight dollars seems a touch steep.”

The horse grins, the hoof-like tips of his fingers clicking together. “Just to ensure a fella appreciates it.”

I buy it. It’s overpriced, but when has a man ever gotten a bargain on a gift for a woman? And though I can’t be certain I’ll have the opportunity to present it to her, she’s come back twice, and the old adage says trouble comes in threes.

I scarcely finish tapping what I thought a rather inspired inscription into the back of it when I am accosted from behind.

“Lawman.”

My ears go back and I drop from the rafter I’d held with my wing thumbs. I land on the table and turn to see who called out.

A bulky panther stands on the shop floor, his eyes almost level with mine. I swear I’ve seen him somewhere before, but I can’t put my wing on where. I pick up the cleaning kit with one hind paw and slip it onto my belt. “May I help you?”

He offers a polite sneer. “Boss wishes to know how you will find bunny…” His voice rings of the Orient and of marked contempt for me, considering I’m fairly certain we haven’t met. “…when wanted posters have wrong name.” He presses a pawful of them to the table, almost tipping it with no visible effort.

Figures Hayes’d send a Herculean feline to deliver something so light as a message. “Hayes asked for ‘Lester House,’ I had them print ‘Lester House.’”

He coos like winter wind. “Bunny’s name is Jasper Haus. Ja-sper Ha-us.”

“I can’t be blamed for your boss not writing legibly. Some things are beyond my control.”

“Many things, it seems.” He crosses his arms to display the thick muscles he isn’t using on me.

I couldn’t have met this man.

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