Author's notes: A scenelet from The Imposters. International Rescue, prompt #4, Jeremiah Tuttle. These drabbles counted up as 100 words by OpenOffice; this site's word count often disagrees.
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"Maw? That there Lady Penny-lope... she's gonna find the goin' a mite rough for them fancy clothes o' hers." Jeremiah pulled off his hat, scratching his scalp. "I'm a'thinkin' we'd best follow her an' that Parker fella. They might could be gettin' into a heap o' trouble."
Maw sighed. "I 'spect you're right, Jeremiah. You most always are." She got up from her rocking chair, groaning. "I'll fetch us some beans. We might could need 'em."
"Good idea, Maw. I'll get my shotgun." Jeremiah followed her inside. "If'n I'm right 'bout who's out there, we're shore gonna need it."