crystal clear, and she worked the bolt to make sure she had a bullet loaded. With her gaze locked to the door, she raised the rifle to her shoulder and waited. Time passed, but Lexi stayed still as a stone.
Clang. Something worked the levers and the door opened, letting in a sheet of rain. The wet figure of Devon appeared, holding a revolver in one hand and lugging the cylinder Lexi retrieved in the other. He dropped the heavy object with a thud, and shut the door.
When he turned, he jumped before laughing. “You gave me a fright there, Sweetheart. Nice job with the lantern, you distracted that thing long enough for me to get a good shot. Hell, I never thought some animal could figure out how to get in. I’ll be glad to get out of this place.”
He leaned back against the door. “Too bad about Maggie and Adam, but I suppose I won’t have to split the profits now. Always a silver lining, right?” He chuckled and grinned. The words bit hard at her, there was nobody left to help her, not her true uncle, not Old Tom, and now not Maggie.
“Hey, Sweetheart, didn’t you hear me. That thing’s dead; stop pointing that rifle at me and–”
Lexi squeezed the trigger, just like Old Tom had taught her.
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Thank you for reading my little tale. This story is from a novel idea I had and parts may appear in my next book project, The Shore of Night.
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