Short Story Saturday


Beth was quiet for a heartbeat. “This isn’t what we agreed on.” She spewed.

The outlaw fiddled with his gun. “You didn’t want the man,” her eyes drifted to the cold figure in the corner. “So you get the passengers.”

“But I don’t even know what to do!”

Improvise!” He roared.

Bethany heard raised voices. The outlaw shoved his pistol into her left hand and set her other on her holster. He spun her towards the door. “You’ve got five minutes. It shouldn’t take that long.”

Bethany closed her eyes, exhaling. Then she kicked open the door, charging into the first car. “Alright!” She screamed. “Put’ch’yer hands in the air and surrender y’all’s valuables!” She aimed her gun at nothing and noticed the car was empty. It was a luggage car.

“Good practice.” A voice purred.

Beth jumped and pointed her guns at the outlaw’s face. “Harr harr…”

“Git.” He shoved her to the next door.

Beth honestly didn’t have the guts to kick this door down because she was so embarrassed, so she eased it open. Then busted through.

The crowd of people looked at her in horror as she raised her pistols high. “Alright-” She gasped. “Give me all y’all’s precious articles an-” She was met with another gun in the side.

She slowly lowered her gaze and looked at the hand which held it, then the arm, and finally the owner of all these. It was a rough-and-tumble teen. “You have’tuh go through me first.” He rumbled.

Bethany kept her gaze on the crowd. Valuables.

“Now you just skedaddle back on to where you came from.” He jeered.

Bethany’s face reddened.

“You can go tell your ma, ‘they wouldn’t let me take their stuff! Oh, and I was too SCARED!’”

Some brave folks laughed and the electricity in the air died.

Bethany looked him in the eye. “Shut it.” She flipped the shooter from his hand, stepped on it, pushed him against an open window and thrust her own guns into his ribs in a single, fluent move. Bethany could see the guy start sweating.

“Stay back!” He barked to the crowd.

Bethany smirked. “I’ll give you all to the count of three… One.” The people started clamoring. “Two.” A couple of ladies dropped their handbags at her feet. “Three.” The men poured forth an endless stream of gold coins and other desirable objects in front of her.

The teenager watched Beth with his beady eyes. He licked his lips, his hair all across his face. Bethany waved a pistol at him and one at the passengers, “I’m feeling generous.” She announced as someone stifled a scream. Beth had her gun to the teen’s nose. She scanned him. “I’ll let you live.” She faced the passengers, leaving the guy, and kept her guns aimed their way.

As she bent over to claim her newly acquired riches, something unexpected happened. She was kicked, in a bad place, from behind, and face-planted into the gold.

The crowd roared. The teenager snickered. Bethany drew herself to her feet. She whirled around and nearly threw the guy out the window.

We can all admit the dude wasn’t expecting her to respond so quickly.

Bethany shoved him onto his stomach through the window so that all he could see was the swirling cavern beneath the bridge. He scrambled to grab onto something and made a sickly noise in his throat. “Do I have to hurt you?” Bethany threatened.

The crowd moved whirling about the cabin, screeching, shouting, crying, bellowing, and just generally making a commotion.

“Please… Please, miss.” The teenager whispered.

“Aw, keep your witchcraft to yourself!” She pushed him halfway out the train and fired at the roof as she had seen the outlaw do so an hour ago.

That was her big mistake.

The men leaped into action. “GET BEHIND ME!”


RUN!” They ordered their wives and kids.

Women and children ran for the caboose, pouring out of the car. All the strong men flowed through the room and towards Beth.

“She nearly KILLED ME!” The very annoying teen bawled. He was leaning against the wall, clutching his throat.

Bethany spat on his foot and raced back to the engine room, ripping open doors as her heart raced along with her. “Frieeeeeeeend-” She yelled.

One of the men threw a bottle at her and it smashed to bits, wedging their way into her boots and soaking them through with the liquid. She let out a cry of pain, which was not a mistake.

The outlaw’s alarmed face appeared in the doorway and he instantly hauled her into the room. He slammed a chair in front of the door and picked Beth up. “Think fast.” He threw her out of the train.



Part Four to be posted soon


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