Free to Read Today (2/6/2016) – Need to Feed

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Another year. Another massacre looming. When the sun rises on the Old West town of Saltwater Junction this town will face head on two fierce predators. Vampires who stalk you in the sunlight, and werewolves that transform with the sunrise. This short story rewrites the legends and all you’ve ever known about these creatures of the night. Where do you go when there’s no place left to hide?

REVIEWS:

5 out of 5 Stars – Kudos for a new spin

4 out of 5 Stars – Pretty good…

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The tall sheriff stood on skinny legs that equaled the rest of his lanky frame. He was dressed in dark blue from his hat to his boots. He believed in the uniformity of color, and he liked the way one solid color looked when it ran together like it did on him.

He kicked his boots against the legs of the desk one time for each boot (habit or for luck, at this point not even the sheriff knew), and his pure silver spurs jingled each time he did it. He put on his gun belt, and let the guns hang low on his sides. He found this position best for a quick draw.

He walked over to the door and stopped. He looked at his pet parrot perched on a ledge beside the door. This bird’s normal color was red, but when it was scared or frightened, like now, it would change color, rapidly. It was currently running through a rainbow of colors, flipping to green, to yellow, to blue, to black, to white, and then back to red. When it reached red, it ran back through the colors again.

“Easy there, Fellow.” The sheriff tried to calm the bird with his voice, but today it wasn’t working. The bird just kept flipping its color. It was scared for its master, and it couldn’t hide it no matter if it wanted to or not. “I’ll be okay. Just like all the times before. These guys are just as dumb as the rest of the ones I’ve laid to rest.”

Fellow kept flipping colors. The words didn’t help, so the sheriff let him be and stepped up to the peep-hole.

The sheriff looked outside, and then back to his bird. “It’s them all right.”

Outside the jail, the Lizard Brothers who were notorious criminals, murderers, bank robbers, and all around bad dudes continued to pace back and forth as they waited on the sheriff to show his face. They were dressed in identical black jeans; long sleeve black shirts, and black boots. They had scaly bald heads and faces along with squinty yellow eyes and lizard like noses.

“You in there, sheriff?” The oldest brother asked, the leader of the group, the one who had called the sheriff yellow when the brothers had first arrived in town.

“Yeah,” the sheriff replied.

“Are you coming out or what? We said High Noon!”

“I’ll honor my bargain. That I promise.”

“Then come out and show me that promise.”

The sheriff looked at the bird still changing color. He turned from the bird to the door. He adjusted his eyes to represent the brightness of the day, black this time, a lot darker than his normal shade of blue.

He opened the door, stepped outside into the California sun, and into a town now filled with ghosts, because everyone who lived here was tucked away safely inside, watching from behind their windows, watching to see if the sheriff would meet his maker this time.

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