It seems to Dustin that things aren't going as planned. Why is Rusty waving a gun around? And where the hell is Jordan? Will they make it out of here alive? See what happens in this week's chapter of The Sheriff. Don't forget to visit the other Briefers and see what they are up to. Their links follow my tale! Enjoy!
The Sheriff #49 (12.1)
What the hell was going on here? This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. And where was that asshole Jordan?
Rusty pushed Dustin ahead of him, into the store, Lenny following, like the lemming he was.
“What the hell do you guys want?” Denver asked defiantly. “You have no business being in here. Get out before we call the cops.”
“Yeah, right,” Rusty scoffed. “You and what army?” He waved the gun in the air, as if to emphasize the point that he was in control of the situation. “Now, here’s what I want you guys to do…”
Dustin watched his cousin worriedly. Please don’t let him do anything rash. Although he had a sinking feeling about the situation, he could be wrong. This might not be what he thought it was. Considering it was these two idiots, the lack of a mask might just go to show how stupid they really were.
Denver took a step toward the two men. Rusty aimed the pistol directly at him, and he froze in place.
“That’s better.” Rusty chuckled.
“Now, let me tell you what you’re gonna do,” he continued, his attention focused on Denver. “We’re going to go into the back room and I’m going to tell you what to put in my car.” Here he turned toward Dustin. “And you go get that game Jordan wanted. He said you’d know which one. Then come help us load the car.”
Dustin could hardly bear to look at his cousin. He saw a look of disbelief there, as well as dismay.
“Tell me this isn’t what it looks like, Dustin,” Denver said.
Dustin couldn’t exactly blurt out the truth, that Roy and the sheriff’s department of Tucker Falls was waiting to ambush these guys. But he could give him a little bit of it, maybe take away the hurt he saw.
“This wasn’t my idea." He glared at Rusty, who only laughed again.
“The only idea this guy has is sucking Jordan’s cock.”
Dustin winced. “Not with someone else’s mouth,” he said.
“That’s not that guy who was in here before, is it?” Denver frowned. “I thought you said you were through with him?”
“I am. Forever,” Dustin said.
Denver moved closer to Dustin, eyeing Rusty and Lenny. Dustin wanted to jump Rusty and wrestle that gun away from him. He had a feeling Lenny wasn’t armed. But he didn’t want to chance Denver getting hurt.
“You’re such an asshole,” he said to Rusty. “I bet you don’t even know how to shoot that thing. You’re just bluffing.”
As if to prove him wrong, Rusty aimed the gun toward a row of shelves and fired. The bullet clanged loudly as it ricocheted off the metal. Luckily, it didn’t bounce back toward them.
A small smile crept onto Dustin’s face. He’d hoped Rusty would be stupid enough to shoot, praying he wouldn’t aim it at anyone. That would be a signal to Roy, though, and he knew damn well what would happen.
“What are you grinning about?” Rusty asked. “Nothing funny here.”
“Just you two,” Dustin countered.
“Keep it up, laughing boy. Keep it up. Jordan said if you gave us any trouble, I could hurt you. Maybe even kill you. I’ll tell him you wouldn’t cooperate after all.” Rusty’s grin was decidedly unpleasant. “You fucked up when you dropped him for your new boyfriend. Jordan likes to call the shots, not the other way around.”
Dustin started to tell him how little he cared, just as he heard the creak of the back door. If he was correct, that had to be Roy, if not the sheriff’s department too.
“Where is Jordan?” Dustin asked. “Was he too scared to come?”
“He’s waiting for us,” Rusty said. “Told us we could handle this.”
“Is that because he knew you were going to be caught? Nice boss you have.”
“Watch your mouth,” Lenny warned him. “Shut up about Jordan.”
“Not like I want to talk about that little asshole anyway,” Dustin countered. “And I do mean little.”
He wiggled his little finger in the air and laughed.
Just as an enraged Rusty drew his gun, Dustin threw himself sideways, throwing both himself and Denver to the floor. He protected Denver with his own body and waited. He could hear the flick of the hammer being drawn back and braced himself for impact.
Just then the most beautiful voice in the world yelled, “Put the gun down, asshole. We have this building surrounded. It’s all over.”
to be continued
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