Wednesday, August 09, 2006
New Beginning 59
“Only one of you? Where’s the backup?”
Constable Lacey McCrae looked at the bar owner, and past him at the thirty or so patrons huddled on the tavern porch. No bloody noses, no ripped clothing, just a lot of farmers in their shirtsleeves. On a porch, at midnight, at minus thirty-three degrees Celsius, in the teeth of a near-blizzard. The wind hurled another handful of icy pellets at them. They shivered. Lacey zipped her regulation heavy parka a bit higher at the neck.
“I got a call there was a fight, but I don’t see any fighters. What’s the problem?”
“Problem?” The barman’s nostrils flared. “You think I’m out here for the fresh air? Jimmy Littlecrow is sitting in the wreck of my bar while all my paying customers are freezing their asses off on the god-damned porch. And they send me one scrawny GIRL to get him out. Jesus H.!”
Lacey rolled her eyes and strode past the pantywaists and into the saloon. The place looked like a garbage scow after a mortar attack. Floorboards pulled up, furniture destroyed, mirrors shattered. Jimmy Littlecrow was leaning against what was left of the bar. He shrugged.
"Okay, Jimmy," Lacey said, "put the beer bottle down, and come quietly. This is three times this month! Do you have any idea how much . . . I give up.
"Just get your Teddy bear and let's go. She scooped him up, and took him outside and buckled him into his safety seat, pausing just long enough to tell the farmers, "Okay, pussies, it's safe now."
Opening: J.E. Barnard.....Continuation: Kate Thornton