Shorty #8 – She’s Mine!

It’s been a long time since I’ve done a Shorty on this blog so here we go. If you’re inclined to play along, feel free to leave one in the comments section, or on your own blog. If you put one on your blog, please be sure to let me know so I can go and read it!

With thanks to Tracy Fabre here’s the prompt:

please to write for me a story using the words:
hundred, word, short, late
And make it in the style of a western!
Your story may be serious or lighthearted or as silly as you like so long as it is 100 or fewer words.

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She’s Mine!

It was a hundred degrees in west Texas when Buck tied his horse outside Rosie’s Cantina. Kicking a dozing armadillo out of the way he stepped into the bar.

“Six-shot Willie, where you at,” he yelled to the room. “Me and you gonna have a word about Felina.”

“I’m right here, Buck,” growled a voice. “I ain’t hard to find.

In truth, Willie was short, and at 4’ 10” was often very hard to find.

“What yer want?”

“Felina.”

“You’re too late. The girl is mine.”

“No, varmint, the doggone girl is mine.”

“Paper, rock, scissors?”

“Yer on.”

98 words. One left in thanks for Marty Robbins and Michael Jackson.