Author's Note: I own no part of the film, "From Dusk Till Dawn".
Mondays tended to be the worst days for crime. Why is that? Why did people always got to go see God and then mess it all up. Why perpetuate the cycle? You're free of sins on Sunday, but that doesn't mean that on Monday you can go make up for all that purity. Monday afternoon, if only Jesus could skip it all and hasten to Tuesday. Then again Tuesday is the second worst day for crime in Waco. Too bad there couldn't be a constant Sunday. Too bad. Oh well, at least I work Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday and Sunday. Avoid all that heresy, well for the most part.
"You bout done here Sheriff?" the waif of a woman with sensible shoes on asked gesturing to his empty plate.
The Sheriff looked up from his revelry.
"Mrs. Ruby, how many time am I gonna have to ask you to call me Donnie?" Donald Owens asked giving the waitress a mock incredulous look.
"About as many more times as it takes for you to remember its 'Ms.' not 'Mrs.'. I ain't that old yet." She returned her hands on her hips.
"I never meant to be doin' that Ms. Ruby. You don't look a day over twenty to me anyhow." Donald said a young lover's twinkle in his green eyes.
"Well, that may be but the lines on my face tell another story. Now, are you gonna be wanting anything else?" She replied cynically.
"One day Ms. Ruby you are gonna sit down with me and eat." Donald prophesized undeterred.
"As long as we don't bullshit around like we do every damn day I wouldn't say I'm opposed to the idea." She said.
"Well, bullshit makes the world go round or didn't you know?" Donald replied.
"Jeez Donnie there you go again tripping over your own feet. For such a smart talking man I'm starting to think you're a damn fool." She said shaking her head. "Now, do you want anything else?"
"No." Donald said. "Thank you."
Ruby collected his plate and cup. She turned from him and as if unsatisfied turned back to his table.
"I'm sorry. It's been a long day. That wasn't right of me." She said.
"No its ok Ruby. Not much truth gets said round here." Donald replied as he rose from his seat. "Thanks for dinner. Tomorrow I'll do right between us."
"No need Donnie; it always has been, always will be." She said smiling at him knowingly.
"You have a good night." He said and waved to her from the door.
The bells chimed as he exited on the street. He went to his car and felt for the keys in his pocket. As he was inserting the key into the driver side door he heard car wheels screech to halt. He looked up and saw a girl aberrantly splayed out across the pavement in front of an idling car. Seth Gecko stepped out of the car and stood looking at her limp frame. Seth Gecko had been all over the police airwaves. He and his brother were blazing a trail of blood across the South. They were notorious for killing law enforcement officers and civilians alike without discrimination. As he had been taught in basic training Donald acted on instinct. He withdrew his holstered pistol and aimed at criminal just as the sound of sirens reached his ears and the other Gecko laid on the horn screaming at his brother.
"Seth!"
Bang
Author's Note: The true wheels of the story have been set in place and in the coming chapters will begin to spin full speed; I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Opinions, suggestions, comments, questions, criticisms- please let me know by reviewing. Thanks.