CHAPTER SIX
"Put your guns down." the man ordered. The boys hesitated. "I said put your guns down!" he shouted.
The boys reluctantly put the rifles down.
"Good." he growled, "now you can tell me where your gold is."
"We don't have the gold!" Heath said, frustrated. "I made that whole thing up!"
"That's not what we heard!"
"Look, mister,"
"It isn't mister, it's Robert." he growled.
"Alright Robert," Nick said sarcastically, "we don't have that gold. Heath made the whole thing up. It was a joke!"
Robert stared at him, then pointed his rifle right between the eyes. The other cowboys murmured in approval.
"I'm giving you three seconds to tell me where it is." Robert said savagely.
"Whoa wait!"
"One."
"We don't have it!" Jarrod said desperately.
"Two."
"We don't have it!"
BANG! Robert crumpled to the ground. His partners stared, shocked to see him laying on the ground. Krissy was standing over him with a frying pan in her hands. The boys wasted no time.
They leaped onto the other three outlaws and tackled them down, taking their guns away.
Jarrod stood up, holding the gun of the blond cowpoke. He was breathing hard, and sighed with relief. Heath and Nick held up the other guns and pointed them at the men.
"It seems the tables have turned." Jarrod said at last. "Thanks to Krissy." he glanced at Krissy, who was glaring at Nick.
"What!" Nick exclaimed.
"YOU said the BAD word!" she shouted.
"What? What bad word? When?" Nick demanded, confused.
Heath burst out laughing, and Jarrod followed his example.
"Only you, Krissy. Only you." Nick grumbled. Krissy grinned.
Jarrod stumbled into his room, happy he was finally home. He glanced around at his belongings and sighed. "It's good to be back." he said to himself.
"Oh Jarrod! How was your trip?"
Jarrod turned around to see Victoria, who stood in the door way, a radiant smile on her face.
"Mother," he said, "we need to sell that cabin. It is a shabby little place in the middle of no where and it gets snow."
"Well yes dear, of course it gets snow. It's on the mountains." Victoria replied.
"That's exactly why we must get rid of it. I hate snow." Jarrod insisted.
Wham! The door downstairs was slammed open. A small pair of feet could be heard scurrying up the stairs, shrieking.
"You will never catch me!" she screamed.
"Oh yeah, we'll see about that!" came Nick's roar.
Jarrod walked over to the doorway and looked out just in time to see Krissy race past.
"Look out!" she yelled, laughing.
Too late, Jarrod was run over by the fast advancing Nick. Bang!
"Nick!" Jarrod groaned. "Do you really have to run in the halls?"
Nick paid no heed to Jarrod and leapt back up. "I'm coming Krissy!" Nick shouted. "You better hide!"
"You aren't going to find me!" her little voice sang out.
Nick ran down the hall.
"Nick!" Victoria called. "You really shouldn't run in the hallways. You could have an accident."
Jarrod rolled his eyes and shook his head. "He already had an accident."
Shrieks of laughter came from Krissy's room, as Heath walked up the stairs.
"How's the show so far?" he asked with a grin.
"You've missed most of it." Jarrod informed him. "Nick plastered me to the ground." Jarrod then added, "What's he mad about anyways?"
"Oh, you know, the usual." Heath said casually. "Krissy made some invention in the barn, and it exploded on his new saddle."
"Considering the facts he doesn't seem that mad." Jarrod commented.
Heath grinned. "Naw, he ain't mad, just chasing her for fun. He still feels grateful for that fast one she pulled off the other day."
"What did she do?" Victoria inquired.
Jarrod thought back to the last couple of days on the mountain. They'd taken the outlaws to the nearest town where they were jailed, they'd finished up some touch ups on the cabin, and they'd driven home. Nick should be grateful. He thought with a smile. If Krissy hadn't been with us we'd never have gotten any of that done. Or worse, we could be dead. It's a good thing she knows how to use a frying pan!
He turned to Victoria and shook his head. "It's a long story mother." he explained.
"Well I'd love to hear it." Victoria replied.
Heath threw his head back and laughed. "Oh you most certainly will!" he said. With that he laughed again, a good, long, hearty laugh.
THE END
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