5/1/2023 0 Comments Tim say... stick em up![]() Quick as I could, I reached behind me and grabbed the gun barrel, twisting it out of her hands as I came around to face her. Having a gun pointed at me when I really hadn't done anything was wearing on my nerves.I'm kind of funny that way. It's been said that I can be a tad bit dense and often times more reckless then is good for me. And Daddy always said?be polite, specially when you aren't holding the gun. If you would just put that down and take me to the owner I'd be much obliged". "Well ma'am I was looking for work and the boys in town said there might be something out here for me to do. OK so I didn't turn, call me chicken but I didn't think I would like my back air-conditioned. I was about to turn to see its owner when I was reminded of my rather precarious situation. It caressed me, low and soft and?.definitely feminine. "Who are you and what are you doing in here?" Came a low voice behind me. Needless to say?.I stopped dead in my tracks and my hands went into the air faster then you could say, "stick 'em up". But there's something about being on the business end of a shotgun that will make even the strongest weak in the knees. I stood almost 6 feet and had worked a ranch all my life so I thought I was pretty fit. Now I don't consider myself a stupid woman and I don't know anyone that would call me weak. I didn't get ten feet inside the door when I felt the barrel of a shot gun pressed to my back. Knocking on the door didn't garner a response, so I headed into the barn. Parking my truck, I climbed out and went in search of the new owner. Needed a coat of paint but otherwise looked sound, at least from the outside. The usual style farmhouse for these parts, two stories, wrap around porch. The house came into view as I pulled past the barn. Guess someone had taken an interest in the old place after all. And the fencing of the paddock had been replaced recently as well. The barn was huge and I did notice that for as long as it had supposedly sat empty, the roof was new. Tall stands of trees littered the property on that side. A thousand acres of prime grazing land with a stream running along the western border. In its day the Evening Star must have really been something. I pulled up the drive taking note of the condition of the barn and fences. The son had taken off a few years before the ranch went belly up. I thought about the last time someone took up the reigns at the Evening Star. I drove my old truck up the dusty road, seeing the rusty gate across the private drive, made me question the boys yet again. School would start back up in the fall I needed the cash from a summer job. I could just imagine the shape it was in. Last I knew, that ranch hadn't seen an owner in near 5 years. I was sure those ole boys in town were pulling my leg when they told me about the Evening Star. all I know about ranching, I learned from Dallas. I love you angelĬontact: If you have questions, thoughts, ideas, comments or just want to tell me I suck (please don't do that, I'm fragile). For her support and encouragement and just plain loving me for being my strange little self. Thanks To: My own sweet angel, who I thank the Goddess for everyday. Hurt/Comfort Warning: Yes there is fort, not yet And if this is illegal where you live, well if you're reading this, then baby.you need to move. ![]() So if you are underage, don't be in such a rush to grow up. Basically folks, we have two women who will be engaging in sexual activities and it will become graphic in the description. Charles and Oliver burst into Mabel’s unit only to find her covered in blood and leaning over the body of someone in a tie-dye hoodie.Sexual Disclaimer: This story is a work of alternative fiction. Just to jog your memory, the series picks up in media res, with police swarming the Arcadia. Since Only Murders in the Building premiered its first season eons ago (August 31), you would be forgiven for forgetting how the season actually opens. This suggests that the gang didn’t just find Tim Kono’s killer, but perhaps the killer of many other innocent victims as well. “I’m not one of those who always does it the same and has to carve a niche for myself,” she tells Charles as she believes him to be dying. Not only because they’re amateurs but because Jan is apparently an expert. Unfortunately she beats him to the punch on that and doses a handkerchief with the poison as well…but Charles survives thanks to a strong constitution and a timely hospital trip.Ĭharles, Oliver, and Mabel figuring this mystery out is really quite impressive. That’s when he realizes Jan is Tim’s killer and knows not to accept a drink from her. When comparing the “J’s” on that letter with the other letters that the ostensible killer left around the Arconia, Charles realized they matched.
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