December 29, 2011

Mr. Bloodstone

She could smell cohiba cigars as soon as she entered the bar. She knew that scent well and for a moment, cringed in fear as the memories came flooding back. But her mission jerked her back to reality and she pushed her way through the crowd until she was standing in front of the cowboy at the bar. “What do you want?” He said without even turning towards her.

“I need your help Mr. Bloodstone.” She replied.