A DAY OF RECKONING

by

Owlcroft

Mark hurried to meet the judge as he got out of the truck, paper bag in hand. "You were quick. Got what you wanted?"

"Yup. Ammo's right here," was the terse reply, as Hardcastle entered the garage and loaded up.

Mark shook his head. "Judge, are you sure this is really necessary?" He followed behind, a worried expression on his face.

"That little critter's been bugging me long enough," growled the judge. "Its day has finally come, McCormick!"

Hardcastle sighted carefully and pulled the trigger of the sprayer. "Gotcha," he muttered, as the dandelion quivered briefly and then was still.