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Casey pushed thru the saloon doors, and all conversation stopped.

 

One card player glanced down at his hand (a pair of Kings over a Jack), and then exhaled his cigar smoke.

 

Casey strolled casually to the bar, and requested a rye whiskey, neat.

The bartender wiped out a glass, and began pouring.

 

"So, little lady. You're the new Sheriff in town then?"

 

"Yes, and I would thank you not to patronize me by calling me 'little lady'."

 

"Well, ma'am," he handed her the glass of whiskey, "To be fair, you are a midget. And not a tall one at that."

 

Casey downed her glass, and squinted up at the bar-keep.

"Yeah, but I'm a dead-shot with this Colt Army revolver."

 

The card player spoke up.

"So we've heard, Sheriff. They say you kilt four men over'n Walker County in a gun battle. Four agin one, that's mighty quick shootin'."

 

"They had it coming. Okay, I'll be on my way then. You all keep it peaceable in here this evening."

 

She tipped her hat, and ambled to the saloon doors.

Her tiny spurs made little *chink chink chink* sounds as she walked.

 

Casey turned around right before she departed.

"And tell anybody who is hankering for trouble, there's a new little Sheriff in town. And her name is Casey."

 

She popped a match, and lit her Virginia Slims cigarette.

"And she never looks down on anyone."

 

With that, she left.

The saloon doors swung gently, and then became still.

 

[mellow][scared] :unsure:

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Casey pushed thru the saloon doors, and all conversation stopped.

 

One card player glanced down at his hand (a pair of Kings over a Jack), and then exhaled his cigar smoke.

 

Casey strolled casually to the bar, and requested a rye whiskey, neat.

The bartender wiped out a glass, and began pouring.

 

"So, little lady. You're the new Sheriff in town then?"

 

"Yes, and I would thank you not to patronize me by calling me 'little lady'."

 

"Well, ma'am," he handed her the glass of whiskey, "To be fair, you are a midget. And not a tall one at that."

 

Casey downed her glass, and squinted up at the bar-keep.

"Yeah, but I'm a dead-shot with this Colt Army revolver."

 

The card player spoke up.

"So we've heard, Sheriff. They say you kilt four men over'n Walker County in a gun battle. Four agin one, that's mighty quick shootin'."

 

"They had it coming. Okay, I'll be on my way then. You all keep it peaceable in here this evening."

 

She tipped her hat, and ambled to the saloon doors.

Her tiny spurs made little *chink chink chink* sounds as she walked.

 

Casey turned around right before she departed.

"And tell anybody who is hankering for trouble, there's a new little Sheriff in town. And her name is Casey."

 

She popped a match, and lit her Virginia Slims cigarette.

"And she never looks down on anyone."

 

With that, she left.

The saloon doors swung gently, and then became still.

 

[mellow][scared] :unsure:

 

 

Shakespeare huh?

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The next day a circus rolled into town, consisting of only a ring master, a clown and a ten toed monkey. They pitched their tent not far from the sheriff's station, as if to challenge the peace of the town.

 

It was the beginning of fall, the wind was cold and coming from the east which left an uneasy feeling in the pit of the new sheriff's stomick. There were plenty of things that needed her attention but she knew she should keep an eye on what they were doing...

 

Casy grabbed a small wooden stool placing it in front of the window which gave her the best view. Using only a couple books placed on the floor, she stepped up on to the stool bringing her eye level to the windowsill. As she stood on her tip toes and peared out the window, she wondered what kind of circus only has two people and a monkey and what would they have to offer her town...

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The next day a circus rolled into town, consisting of only a ring master, a clown and a ten toed monkey. They pitched their tent not far from the sheriff's station, as if challenging the peace in the town.

 

It was the beginning of fall, the wind was cold and coming from the east which left an uneasy feeling in the pit of the new sheriff's stomick. There were plenty of things that needed her attention but she knew she had to keep an eye on what they were up to.

 

Casy grabbed a small wooden stool and placed in front of the window that gave her the best view. Using only a couple books placed on the floor, she stepped up on to the stool bringing her eye level to the windowsill. As she stood on her tip toes and peared out the window, she wondered what kind of circus only has two people and a monkey and would they have to offer her town...

 

This may become a rock opera msp_scared.gif

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  • 1 month later...

Sheriff Casey crept quietly into the circus tent.

 

It was two in the morning, and the occupants were fast asleep.

 

She stepped lightly, and was grateful for the dim light offered by the kerosene lamp hung from the center pole in the middle of the tent.

The wood fire in the stove was down to glowing embers.

 

Exotic aromas assailed her nostrils.

The circus life; she knew it well.

She had traveled with a caravan of carneys all across Texas and southern Arizona, just a decade ago.

 

Casey reached the far edge of the tent, and the lamp light flickered weakly.

She could just make out the noble profile of the slumbering monkey.

 

The Sheriff had known Rufas's parents very well, years before.

He had the paws of his father Kimbro, and the sleek, aquiline visage of his mother.

Her name had been Sumsquatra, and she had died when Rufas as just one year old.

Typhus got her.

That was six years ago.

 

Casey reached into her leather poke, and produced a tarnished harmonica.

 

"This was your mother's, sweet Rufas," she spoke softly.

 

She paused, and tucked it into the monkey's bedroll.

"She would've wanted you to have it."

 

Casey turned and quietly retraced her steps toward the tent's one exit.

On the way out, she stirred the fire, and added a slender oak log to the meager pyre.

The flames waffled briefly, and then came alive with shades and hues of orange and melancholy.

 

 

Sheriff Casey slipped out, just as quietly as she had come in.

 

[crying]

 

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