Selene and Abby
Copyright© 2022 by Old Man with a Pen
Chapter 19
After the confrontation, Selene asked, “Why do asshole bandits have asshole brothers?” She was querying the general troop ... in truth ... it wasn’t really a question ... she just put a rising inflection on the last two words because the barn dog barked and startled her. Almost a squeek.
“It’s Chaos,” said one of the spare two who came along for the life experience. There were, after all, eleven participants on this adventure. Seven of the Seven, Abby and Selene, made nine and the random two made eleven.
The pair were ‘Flintkotes’ ... the offspring of Jack Flintkote and a pair of rescued Damsels. Unlike the general run of Cassandran born males, this pair were manly and ... even worse ... macho. Selene Dent thought they were just perfect ... but too closely related. She was a Flintkote ... second generation.
Abby, on the other hand, wasn’t ... related. She seemed to spend her free time focusing on beltbuckles ... or a little below. Six noticed.
Six whispered, “You get pregnant and you’ll be stuck here.”
She whispered back, “What about getting pregnant on Crossroads?” She winked and he nudged her. An elbow, to be sure, might have left a bruise.
“I don’t know ... ask Eva Caretaker Coordinator ... there may be rules against it.”
“At least we’re only about seven miles from the bank ... I’ll ask Eva when we get back.”
The large barn contained the loot from several years of banditry ... and a dozen ‘liberated’ horses ... perfect, thought Six. Twelve of us and 12 horses.
Six sold the horses and tack to the smith ... the hostler was missing. The armorer took all the extra swords and scrap metal.
It was quite the crowd in the vault.
“Here, NOW! You can’t all go in the vault ... there’s not enough room,” said the teller. “You ... guard! get them out of there.”
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