This one's kind of short, but the next, I promise, will be much longer. Also, the reviews are much appreciated. -
Vinsmouse and Fallen Messiah - Thanks for the support, and expect a couple more cliffhangers just for kicks.
Skymouth - As far as I've mentioned, it started at $250. Now do the math. XD
PART III
"Any one else?" No one responded, waiting to see the outcome. Mason sighed in disgust. "Fine."
Ethan and Cooter released a collective breath they'd unknowingly been holding and the younger man whooped, thoroughly pleased. Approaching their host, Ethan extended his hand palm-up.
"Don't ferget you owe that money by noon tomorrah," Mason growled in warning as he handed over a key.
Ethan nodded and moved to uncuff the sheriff, Cooter lowering the man to the floor as gently as possible. Slipping the cuffs around his wallet chain, Ethan supported Rosco between him and Cooter as they guided him out the back door to the mechanic's truck. With the chill air, they were glad they'd redressed, but couldn't do anything about the goosebumps texturing the sheriff's bare skin.
"How're we gonna' come up wi' that much money?" Cooter worried as they removed the last of the improvised restraints. The fabric turned out to be shreds of the cop's shirt.
"I'm still callin' ya on that five, but I'll take care a' tha rest. Don't 'chu worry 'bout it none."
"Cooter!" the sheriff exclaimed as his eyes adjusted to the night's faint illumination. The mechanic winced.
"Hold on, Sheriff," Ethan interrupted the man's half-formed mutterings, resting a hand on his bare shoulder. "Fore ya jump tha gun, we got sum things ta discuss, one a' which is how ya got caught up in aw this." From the blush, Ethan could have guessed at any number of scenarios. "I'm Ethan Pilot an' ya aw'ready know Davenport."
"Rosco P. Coltrane," he replied warily, crossing his arms over his chest, ill at ease with his lack of clothing.
"Where to first?" Ethan looked at Cooter. "Whose home?"
"Where do ya live?"
"Two miles outta' town. I got some temp'rary room if yer wonderin'."
"Good. Yer place it is then."
"Now wait just a dingdang minute," Rosco interjected. "Don't I get some kind a' say in aw this?"
"Not right now." Ethan closed the truck door. "I'll lead an' you follow."
"Will do," Cooter replied.
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