Inktober: CHICKEN - 10/5/18
He slurped the last of his drink and slammed the glass on the table. "Boy, how many times I gotta tell you I ain't interested?"
"Please, Mr Johnson, sir." I struggled to keep my tone even. "You're the only chance we got. No one else can do it."
He rose from his seat and tipped his hat. "Then maybe it don't need to get done." He turned to walk away, his foot catching on the table leg. He collapsed loudly to the ground, everyone in the room turning to look. Jumping quickly to his feet, he dusted himself off and cleared his throat. "I hope no one saw that."
"Nobody," I said softly as everyone in the room resumed their card games and liquor shots.
"As I was saying," Johnson said, heading for the door, "some things just aren't meant to be. Like my seein'. Sure, makes things a little tougher here and there, but now where would I be without this?" He gestured to the blindfold wrapped around his eyes.
I crossed my arms, hoping that it would be conveyed through my tone. "So basically, you just don't want to."
He paused, his hand on the half-opened swinging door of the saloon. "Ain't nobody ever caught a Skreel before. I think both of us are best off keepin' it that way." With that, he pushed through the door, turning his back to me.
"And I think you ain't nothin' but a big chicken," I spat.
The footsteps on the wooden sidewalk halted. And I could swear the clicking of a hammer being pulled back followed.
"Please, Mr Johnson, sir." I struggled to keep my tone even. "You're the only chance we got. No one else can do it."
He rose from his seat and tipped his hat. "Then maybe it don't need to get done." He turned to walk away, his foot catching on the table leg. He collapsed loudly to the ground, everyone in the room turning to look. Jumping quickly to his feet, he dusted himself off and cleared his throat. "I hope no one saw that."
"Nobody," I said softly as everyone in the room resumed their card games and liquor shots.
"As I was saying," Johnson said, heading for the door, "some things just aren't meant to be. Like my seein'. Sure, makes things a little tougher here and there, but now where would I be without this?" He gestured to the blindfold wrapped around his eyes.
I crossed my arms, hoping that it would be conveyed through my tone. "So basically, you just don't want to."
He paused, his hand on the half-opened swinging door of the saloon. "Ain't nobody ever caught a Skreel before. I think both of us are best off keepin' it that way." With that, he pushed through the door, turning his back to me.
"And I think you ain't nothin' but a big chicken," I spat.
The footsteps on the wooden sidewalk halted. And I could swear the clicking of a hammer being pulled back followed.
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