The Maiden and the Reaper

[Andy McCall]

The mare following her, Andy waved her hand in the air. It was a sign that she was tired of their conversation. That was one of the things about her that frustrated most, she suspected. That if she was not wishing to dwell on an issue, she turned and walked away from it. Didn't mean she wasn't gonna come back to it. Just a temporary break.

It was getting late anyways.

"Go home, Truss," she called over her shoulder.

"Tuck in yor girls and spend the evenin' with yor wife."

[Harold Alexander Truss]

The mayor looked down at his cigar. She didn't fail. It was what he needed to hear. Between the day with Crawfish and Two Dollar Jim, he felt drained. He needed to remember why he was bleeding himself dry.

He gave a small smile.

"Hmph."

Appreciating his cigar again, he nodded, and looked at Andy again.

"You be careful."

That was all he could do for her. She was a slave to her own devices, wherever they took her.