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Arizona Blue Gunfighter: The Rooming House
By By Dennis Siluk 

Arizona Blue-Gunfighter
The Rooming House
[Chapter Four to: Mexican Stand-off]

It was a long day; Blue went to the Boarding House to get a good sleep. The Sheriff introduced him to everyone in town, as if it mattered, it was more for letting everyone know what Blue looked like, for few did, only his reputation preceded him. If anything, he didn’t seek notoriety. They seemed to be quite torn on giving him a badge, that it might go to his head, in the since of law and order, and they didn’t care for the law to be frank, only the order—and that was only for business. But it didn’t matter to Blue, a job was a job, and it paid for his room and board at the Boarding House, and his haircuts, and winter was coming along, thereafter he’d be on his way someplace. Thus, that evening Blue went to sleep for the first time in a long time, with his guns completely off, one under his pillow. He felt safe for on this one occasion;

 

 

perchance, he thought—: there could be a few more.

In the morning, Blue came down about 9:30 AM. Breakfast was warm the rest of the house was at work, or gone someplace.

Said Lola,

“I was hoping you would get up early so we could talk. But I knew you were tired. Dormiste bien? “

“Just like a new born baby, Lola; I slept very well. Even with my guns off.” She smiled.

The coffee was black, strong, and hot. Just the way Blue liked it. He was now clean shaven, and the tired look he brought with him, had on his face the day before was half gone, he even looked a ting younger. He was actually good looking. Lola eyed him up several times as she went back and forth in the kitchen, giving him some eggs over-easy, no butter on his toast, and some good old potatoes.

Said Lola in a low voice walking around the table:

“You goen to see me tonight or to work?—cuando salgas de tu trabajo?” Blue laughed, thinking (she always speaks in Spanish and English at the same time), then said:

“I’m no banker, Ill see yaw maybe some time this afternoon; got to see if the sheriff has any surprises for me, if truly he is a sheriff.”

Dennis Siluk see his books at http://www.bn.com or http://www.amazon.com


 
 

 

 

 

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