The Accident
Copyright© 2016 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 19
“What?!?”
“Do you want me or Timm as executioner?”
Timm grinned ... it was sorta like watching a wolf lick it’s chops knowing that it was your flesh that sparked its interest. She’d been on Chaos for seven long years. She might still be intact ... but the indignities she’d put up with? Holding horses for outlaws was the LAST thing she’d done ... and it was a step up.
Still, Timm was small ... and that gave our prisoner hope.
“What?”
“What are the rules?” I asked.
“Never give a sucker a break.”
“That’s one ... what’s another?”
This went on as we, Timm and I, learned the rules of banditry from the source. It got to be a game with him ... answer the questions and live ... keep quiet and die. He got all buddy buddy ... relaxing... I could get out of this. We could read it as plain as day ... he’d never make a poker player.
Finally, his buddy buddy attitude got him.
“Never leave a live enemy or victim behind. They have a surprising habit of recovering.”
“That’s the one,” Timm said.
“Choose,” I said.
“Timm,” he said. I mean ... how bad could it be?
I looked like I was pondering ... then I said, “Great! I’m bound by honor and I’d probably let you go ... but Timm isn’t.”
Timm said, “Let him go?”
“Well, I’d cut off his hands and feet first ... let him bleed a bit and slap a red hot sword to the stumps ... so he couldn’t follow us,” I said. Understand, I wasn’t suggesting, but Timm ran with it.
“Tongue too?” she asked.
“Hey, this is your party. I won’t help ... but I would gather firewood.”
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