Kasota Springs, Texas
Fourth of July Rodeo, 1890
FreshFiction.com / Phyliss Miranda
"What in the ..." Morgan Payne wasn't sure whether to cuss
or fight. "Son of a ..." He
stared across the alley at a young woman holding a bow. He
damn sure knew where her arrow
had ended up!
"Lady ..." He flinched at the pain. He'd been shot at, and
even hit more times than he
could remember, but never by an arrow or a slip of a gal
barely out of her teens.
"May I please have my arrow? They are quite expensive."
"Do I look like I'm in a mood to give you anything but a
hard time?" He pulled the sharp
point from the crotch of his pants. "My suit is damaged and
all you care about is this dern stick?"
"I think someone woke up grouchy."