“Run.” Lula spoke the word softly, expectantly. I glanced sideways. Her eyes were locked ahead and she gave every appearance of being statue still.
Butler’s Example
“I’m certain I don’t recall!” Josephine Maria Ziegler’s eyes widen as she stared at Ollie. No doubt in feigned shock. “I can’t believe you would accuse me of being careless with the health of those in my employ!”
Expression
Josephine sniffed audibly from the corner where she sat primly despite the absolute white knuckled grip she kept on the strider’s basket. Ollie, glanced toward Alessia, careful that Josephine couldn’t see, rolled her eyes, and turned fully to the lady.
Leaving Now
Ollie grabbed the sheriff’s vest pulling him with her as she rolled them out the shop’s door. Wincing at the caterwauling as they struck against legs, she felt only a moments guilt. Not like she knew who was out the door. Besides, the particularly noisy gent dodged quick enough and the midday the crowd spread out around giving them space.
Ring the Bell
The newly risen sun had just begun its scorching rise when Valerie heard the sound. Metal warbling as it was struck, hesitantly at first but with increasing urgency. The ringing filled her with dread as the trains first shrill whistle joined the noise.
Ticket’s Price
Spine stiff, Sofie waited. Marcos plucked the monocular off his face and rubbed at his eye, before plopping the device onto the table with a plink. “A glittering gem is not enough.” He pressed a finger to the top of the stone but didn’t send it skittering back across the table.
Arrivals
Flossie scowled at the crowd milling in the predawn gloom. Their soft murmur was drowned by the roaring train. Closer. She had to get closer before Felix made his appearance. Elbows struck her, shoving her backward.
Silence Please
Alessia slapped her hand over her eyes and a matching sound echoing across the room. Timothy no doubt. Madam Jos Josephine Maria Ziegler prattled on ignoring that thunder clouds held nothing next to the sheriff’s face now. It was as if she didn’t understand the concept of “shut up.”
Interference’s Reward
Alessia stopped at the door, a shutter gripped in either hand, mouth dropping open. Timothy glanced up from the bench he was slouched on as she entered. The was a scratch under his left eye, which was decidedly on the colorful side of normal. Had he been brawling?
Another Damnation
Isabelle frowned at the intricate, deep red lines covering the length of her arms and forced her bile down. Weeks now and she still couldn’t stand the sight. Her bare arms bare a constant reminder of her deal. A reminder Luther Roe relished in, her preferences be damned.
