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Rule of Three - Gunshots in the Barking Spider
If you're looking for part one of my Rule of Three saga, here you go. Rule of 3 part one, Oriana’s point of view
If you're looking for part two of my Rule of Three saga, here you go. Rule of 3 part two, Savio in Danger
If you're looking for part three of my Rule of Three saga, here you go. Rule of 3 part three, Caron has a plan
Word Count - 600 even
Prompts Used: The misfortune is resolved/accepted, Relationships mend/ are torn asunde, The final event becomes another secret for generations to come.
The roar of the gun echoed in the Barking Spider, snapping Savio's head back. His bad shoulder clipped the bar on his way down to the sticky floor. As he pressed his hand to his burning cheek, blood trickled through his fingers.
A shotgun pumped as his mother stepped over him, putting herself and the weapon she kept behind the bar between him and the violence. Caron jumped into the melee with the patrons and the sheriff, who’d been summoned the moment Oriana had calmed down and saw a hole in Caron’s plan. Together, they wrested Barnes’s pistol away and the sheriff hauled him out of the tavern. Savio heard Barnes howling “You can’t treat me like this,” and “I’m done with this town.”
That he could make sense of it bolstered Savio. Nothing had scrambled his brains, but his shoulder and face hurt. Barnes might be gone, but the crowd didn’t settle. Caron skittered back to him, her knees cracking off the floor as she took his head in her hands.
“This is all my fault!”
“I’m fine,” he assured her, struggling to sit up. Caron helped him and Oriana put her weapon down so she could assist.
“You are not. Your eye.” Caron’s eyes welled up. “Barnes did this because he wanted me.”
“He can’t have you,” Savio said at the same time his mother called for bar rags. He touched his eye, feeling shards of glass. “Shit.” He eased the broken prosthesis out gingerly.
“You should leave that alone. You’re going to drive glass into your socket,” his mother said, pressing a rag to his bleeding cheek.
“It’s still in one piece.” Savio took the rag from his mother, dropping the eye in. “Is my face?”
“It doesn’t look too horrible,” Caron said, pressing another rag to the bleeding wound. “I’m sorry. I thought knowing I was pregnant would back Barnes off. I didn’t realize it would make him crazy.” She looked up at Oriana. “You did.”
“I’m older. I know some men will destroy what they can’t have,” Oriana said. “I can’t believe you got shot in the eye twice now, son.”
“And lived to tell,” he replied, leaning against Caron who wrapped an arm around him. “I could use ice for my shoulder. I think it hurts more. That bar is hard.”
“We sent for the ambulance,” a patron said.
“Should just let him bleed. He cost us the man who holds up this town,” another said.
“I’m an outrider,” Savio snapped. “I know plenty of merchants south of the Culdees who’ll gladly take his place.” When the patrons went back to grumbling to themselves, he asked, “Help me up onto a stool.”
“Are you sure, son?” Oriana rested a hand on his head.
“Someone spilled a beer or something. It’s nasty down here.”
The two women helped him up, ensconcing him on a stool. His mother put her rifle away as Caron kissed him, heedless of the blood running down his face. Oriana chipped some ice off the block, putting it in a towel.
She rested it on his shoulder, then patted his back. “Be good to this woman, son. I saw that right cross she gave Barnes’s man. She’ll flatten you if you give her trouble.” With that, Oriana went to soothe her patrons.
“Wise woman.” Caron smiled. “She’ll be a great mother-in-law, but she can keep secrets, right?”
“She doesn’t sell every one she hears. Why?”
Caron leaned close and whispered, “Because, no one can know that her grandchild will be half-Fata.”
Savio’s jaw dropped. A magical child? Amazing. “I love you.”
And I wanted to thank the creators of this challenge. It was a ton of fun and I loved seeing all the different takes on the challenge prompts. Thank you as well to the other authors since they really made it fun and to everyone who took the time to comment on my story.
Note: If you want to 'subscribe by mail' you can find the RSS option under syndication on my side bar, along with something called Atom. My posts are enabled for anonymous posting. Feel free to leave me a comment. I love them and it helps me find you so I can see your work!You only see the sidebar if you're on my home page so click this to see the side bar
Also if you want to follow me on twitter, I can be found here: Jana Denardo I wish the anonymous posting would work every time but I know there are issues (Open Id isn't working for me either on blogspot or blogger reliably). I have anonymous posting enabled but in case it doesn't you can reply to me on twitter if you use it.
If you're looking for part two of my Rule of Three saga, here you go. Rule of 3 part two, Savio in Danger
If you're looking for part three of my Rule of Three saga, here you go. Rule of 3 part three, Caron has a plan
Word Count - 600 even
Prompts Used: The misfortune is resolved/accepted, Relationships mend/ are torn asunde, The final event becomes another secret for generations to come.
The roar of the gun echoed in the Barking Spider, snapping Savio's head back. His bad shoulder clipped the bar on his way down to the sticky floor. As he pressed his hand to his burning cheek, blood trickled through his fingers.
A shotgun pumped as his mother stepped over him, putting herself and the weapon she kept behind the bar between him and the violence. Caron jumped into the melee with the patrons and the sheriff, who’d been summoned the moment Oriana had calmed down and saw a hole in Caron’s plan. Together, they wrested Barnes’s pistol away and the sheriff hauled him out of the tavern. Savio heard Barnes howling “You can’t treat me like this,” and “I’m done with this town.”
That he could make sense of it bolstered Savio. Nothing had scrambled his brains, but his shoulder and face hurt. Barnes might be gone, but the crowd didn’t settle. Caron skittered back to him, her knees cracking off the floor as she took his head in her hands.
“This is all my fault!”
“I’m fine,” he assured her, struggling to sit up. Caron helped him and Oriana put her weapon down so she could assist.
“You are not. Your eye.” Caron’s eyes welled up. “Barnes did this because he wanted me.”
“He can’t have you,” Savio said at the same time his mother called for bar rags. He touched his eye, feeling shards of glass. “Shit.” He eased the broken prosthesis out gingerly.
“You should leave that alone. You’re going to drive glass into your socket,” his mother said, pressing a rag to his bleeding cheek.
“It’s still in one piece.” Savio took the rag from his mother, dropping the eye in. “Is my face?”
“It doesn’t look too horrible,” Caron said, pressing another rag to the bleeding wound. “I’m sorry. I thought knowing I was pregnant would back Barnes off. I didn’t realize it would make him crazy.” She looked up at Oriana. “You did.”
“I’m older. I know some men will destroy what they can’t have,” Oriana said. “I can’t believe you got shot in the eye twice now, son.”
“And lived to tell,” he replied, leaning against Caron who wrapped an arm around him. “I could use ice for my shoulder. I think it hurts more. That bar is hard.”
“We sent for the ambulance,” a patron said.
“Should just let him bleed. He cost us the man who holds up this town,” another said.
“I’m an outrider,” Savio snapped. “I know plenty of merchants south of the Culdees who’ll gladly take his place.” When the patrons went back to grumbling to themselves, he asked, “Help me up onto a stool.”
“Are you sure, son?” Oriana rested a hand on his head.
“Someone spilled a beer or something. It’s nasty down here.”
The two women helped him up, ensconcing him on a stool. His mother put her rifle away as Caron kissed him, heedless of the blood running down his face. Oriana chipped some ice off the block, putting it in a towel.
She rested it on his shoulder, then patted his back. “Be good to this woman, son. I saw that right cross she gave Barnes’s man. She’ll flatten you if you give her trouble.” With that, Oriana went to soothe her patrons.
“Wise woman.” Caron smiled. “She’ll be a great mother-in-law, but she can keep secrets, right?”
“She doesn’t sell every one she hears. Why?”
Caron leaned close and whispered, “Because, no one can know that her grandchild will be half-Fata.”
Savio’s jaw dropped. A magical child? Amazing. “I love you.”
And I wanted to thank the creators of this challenge. It was a ton of fun and I loved seeing all the different takes on the challenge prompts. Thank you as well to the other authors since they really made it fun and to everyone who took the time to comment on my story.
Note: If you want to 'subscribe by mail' you can find the RSS option under syndication on my side bar, along with something called Atom. My posts are enabled for anonymous posting. Feel free to leave me a comment. I love them and it helps me find you so I can see your work!You only see the sidebar if you're on my home page so click this to see the side bar
Also if you want to follow me on twitter, I can be found here: Jana Denardo I wish the anonymous posting would work every time but I know there are issues (Open Id isn't working for me either on blogspot or blogger reliably). I have anonymous posting enabled but in case it doesn't you can reply to me on twitter if you use it.