They finally reached the city of December. Spike was glad about it
too, because he was getting quit tired of Dara complaining about getting a
bath. Sure she had one a couple days ago, but she wouldn't quite since the
quick sandstorm hit. That was all hear had been hearing from her was sand
in places that "he wouldn't want to know." Something told him though that
she was over exaggerating. So when they finally got to the inn, Dara
talked Spike into two rooms with joining door. The first thing he heard
her do was gets in the bath. Spike decided this was the time for him to
get a couple of drinks in.
~*~*~
Dara got out of the bath and wrapped her wet hair up in a towel. It felt good to be clean again. She got dressed and brushed her wet hair. She goes over to the connecting door and knocks really loud. Not hearing anything coming from the other side of the door she opens it up a crack and peeks in. She realizes that Spike wasn't there so she opens the door all the way and steps all the way in. She looks around, only to confirm that he wasn't there. "Well, I guess that means he went out drinking again." She sighs and throws up her hands. Dara grabs her coat, throws it on, grabs her sunglasses, slips them on her head, and steps out. She manages to get outside when she sees the sheriff and his deputies run by. She sees them run into the bar and something told her to duck into the shadows of the alley way near the bar. She followed that gut feeling and did duck in there. A few minutes later the sheriff and his lackeys busted out of the bar, pulling a man with them. She watched as they pull man along, when the he tilts his face just enough so the light would catch it, Dara gasped. "Spike, what did you do?"
~*~*~
"But why? What did he did wrong?"
"I told you before, he caused the murder of Lord Jesup. Thanks to him, a wife and a mistress are going to be arguing over his estate."
"But Spike wouldn't do something like that!"
"Yeah, that is what they all say."
"Damn it," Dara mutters to herself as she steps outside. She leans against the porch rail and looks up into the sky. "Now what am I suppose to do?" She happens to look down at this moment to see a person, wearing all black, walk by. She was pretty sure that was the mistress, acting all teary eyes. Dara was sure that was all she was doing, acting. A small smile appeared across her lips and she kicks up some dust as she begins to follow the person dressed in black. The person ducks into an alley way and Dara follows right after her. Dara jerks to the stop and steps back as the lady in black is holding a gun out, pointed right at her. "Sorry, I thought I knew you? My mistake."
"Sure you do." Came that lady's reply as a smile twisted on her face. "I bet you're hear to save your friend that I framed."
"Well," Dara sighs as she slips her hands into coat pockets. "How did you guess?" she responded as her hands flew out, dropping her sunglasses to her eyes, and her thumbs went into her ears. She watched as they went off and after they stop she felt a finger tap her shoulder. She spun around quickly each hand had a screamer and flasher. There stood the sheriff.
"May I ask what you were doing?"
"Just asking my friend here, what's up?" Dara replies as she grabs the lady and puts her arm over her shoulder.
The lady at the moment screamed, "Just because I can't see or hear, doest mean I'm going to shoot you like I shot that old man to get his money. I can always find a way to frame someone else to frame for your murder. Just like what I did to your little friend."
~*~*~
Spike walks out of his cell, smoking a cigarette. He was escorted up to the sheriff's desk. There standing in front of the desk was Dara accepting the last of the money that the sheriff was handing to her. He sees Spike, stands up, and holds out his hand. "Real sorry, mister, she put some really good evidence against you. How about we shake, for forgiveness?"
Spike looks at his hand leery like and shakes anyways. He looks over at Dara and raises an eyebrow. Dara just smiles and wave him out of the sheriff's office. Once they get outside he asks, "Well, what is it?"
"It seems that the little black mistress confessed to a lot of crimes that she pulled off. All of them in the similar manner to what she did to you. It also seems that everyone that was blamed and had a bounty on their head was withdrawal. Also any bounty that was put out, because of her, they gave to me."
"Really, and about how much is that?" he ask with a puff at his cigarette.
"Weeeelllll," she answered with as if it might be a little dangerous to answer, "about 2.3 billion double dollars."
Spike's mouth falls open and his cigarette hits the ground. "2.3 billion double dollars."
Dara smiles and nods. "Yup!"
~*~*~
Dara got out of the bath and wrapped her wet hair up in a towel. It felt good to be clean again. She got dressed and brushed her wet hair. She goes over to the connecting door and knocks really loud. Not hearing anything coming from the other side of the door she opens it up a crack and peeks in. She realizes that Spike wasn't there so she opens the door all the way and steps all the way in. She looks around, only to confirm that he wasn't there. "Well, I guess that means he went out drinking again." She sighs and throws up her hands. Dara grabs her coat, throws it on, grabs her sunglasses, slips them on her head, and steps out. She manages to get outside when she sees the sheriff and his deputies run by. She sees them run into the bar and something told her to duck into the shadows of the alley way near the bar. She followed that gut feeling and did duck in there. A few minutes later the sheriff and his lackeys busted out of the bar, pulling a man with them. She watched as they pull man along, when the he tilts his face just enough so the light would catch it, Dara gasped. "Spike, what did you do?"
~*~*~
"But why? What did he did wrong?"
"I told you before, he caused the murder of Lord Jesup. Thanks to him, a wife and a mistress are going to be arguing over his estate."
"But Spike wouldn't do something like that!"
"Yeah, that is what they all say."
"Damn it," Dara mutters to herself as she steps outside. She leans against the porch rail and looks up into the sky. "Now what am I suppose to do?" She happens to look down at this moment to see a person, wearing all black, walk by. She was pretty sure that was the mistress, acting all teary eyes. Dara was sure that was all she was doing, acting. A small smile appeared across her lips and she kicks up some dust as she begins to follow the person dressed in black. The person ducks into an alley way and Dara follows right after her. Dara jerks to the stop and steps back as the lady in black is holding a gun out, pointed right at her. "Sorry, I thought I knew you? My mistake."
"Sure you do." Came that lady's reply as a smile twisted on her face. "I bet you're hear to save your friend that I framed."
"Well," Dara sighs as she slips her hands into coat pockets. "How did you guess?" she responded as her hands flew out, dropping her sunglasses to her eyes, and her thumbs went into her ears. She watched as they went off and after they stop she felt a finger tap her shoulder. She spun around quickly each hand had a screamer and flasher. There stood the sheriff.
"May I ask what you were doing?"
"Just asking my friend here, what's up?" Dara replies as she grabs the lady and puts her arm over her shoulder.
The lady at the moment screamed, "Just because I can't see or hear, doest mean I'm going to shoot you like I shot that old man to get his money. I can always find a way to frame someone else to frame for your murder. Just like what I did to your little friend."
~*~*~
Spike walks out of his cell, smoking a cigarette. He was escorted up to the sheriff's desk. There standing in front of the desk was Dara accepting the last of the money that the sheriff was handing to her. He sees Spike, stands up, and holds out his hand. "Real sorry, mister, she put some really good evidence against you. How about we shake, for forgiveness?"
Spike looks at his hand leery like and shakes anyways. He looks over at Dara and raises an eyebrow. Dara just smiles and wave him out of the sheriff's office. Once they get outside he asks, "Well, what is it?"
"It seems that the little black mistress confessed to a lot of crimes that she pulled off. All of them in the similar manner to what she did to you. It also seems that everyone that was blamed and had a bounty on their head was withdrawal. Also any bounty that was put out, because of her, they gave to me."
"Really, and about how much is that?" he ask with a puff at his cigarette.
"Weeeelllll," she answered with as if it might be a little dangerous to answer, "about 2.3 billion double dollars."
Spike's mouth falls open and his cigarette hits the ground. "2.3 billion double dollars."
Dara smiles and nods. "Yup!"