The Big Bang - Primeval Drabble
Two-Guns Temple pressed his face between the bars of the jail.
“Won’t get out that way, kid.”
Kid. The sheriff probably didn’t even have a year on him. He was an arrogant git, and a show-off, sitting there with his shiny boots up on his desk and his black Stetson tipped over his eyes, covering his perfect hair. Dressed all in black too, trying to look cool. The trouble was, he’d succeeded.
“I’ll never steal again.”
Sheriff shrugged. “True. You swing at dawn.”
“Who do I have to shag to stop that happening?”
Becker grinned back at him. “Just me.”
“Won’t get out that way, kid.”
Kid. The sheriff probably didn’t even have a year on him. He was an arrogant git, and a show-off, sitting there with his shiny boots up on his desk and his black Stetson tipped over his eyes, covering his perfect hair. Dressed all in black too, trying to look cool. The trouble was, he’d succeeded.
“I’ll never steal again.”
Sheriff shrugged. “True. You swing at dawn.”
“Who do I have to shag to stop that happening?”
Becker grinned back at him. “Just me.”