Guardian Angel by John Davis Read Free Book Online

noticed a man sitting behind the desk, as well as another sitting in the far corner near the window of the building.
    “Evening,” Alicia said to the man sitting behind the desk, her words quickly warded off with a stone glance. “The Sheriff in?”
    “He's tied up at the moment, what can I do for you?” the man asked, his rough voice echoing loudly throughout the wooden confines of the building.
    She had planned to ask him if there was an Ancient presence expected in New Kinneston, maybe even ask if there was a place to get the best meal home cooking could provide.
    Instead, her questions were stopped short as she saw a man's feet through the narrow doorway which led into a back room. Laying down and tied, the man's feet kicked wildly.
    A mere moment after realizing what she had walked into, the man behind the desk read Alicia's face well enough to know she understood the situation.
    As he stood straight to his feet, pulling a side revolver to the ready, Alicia quickly grabbed his gun hand and fired four shots from the weapon, all four slugs hitting the man in the corner who had jumped up to aid his friend. The scrappy vixen then swung her free arm around for a moment, burying her elbow flush into the shooter's face and rendering him defenseless onto the floor.
    Now holding his revolver, Alicia quickly pointed to the door and hit the man rushing in from the porch with one of the last two bullets, immediately aiming down to the floor and firing the last shot into the heart of the only man still breathing.
    Three men dead and a hollow chambered revolver falling to the floor, all within the span of ten seconds. It wasn't even close to her own personal record, but damn impressive to say the least.
    As Alicia made her way to the rear of the building, using great caution with her own pistols now in hand, she leaned around the corner of the doorway slightly. A man clad in brown leather, shiny silver star on the front of his jacket, lay in the floor with his hands, feet and mouth bound.
    “You the Sheriff?” Alicia asked, her military-grade pistols catching his attention. He then glanced down to the star on his chest. A bit less chrome colored than to be expected, but shiny nonetheless.
    Alicia began pulling the cloth gag from his mouth as he lay there, overwhelmed by her natural beauty.
    “Can I help you?” the Sheriff asked, his extremities still bound tightly.
    Alicia answered with a smug look.
    “Yea, I get it. The whole bound and gagged thing.” he replied.
    “Happen often?” Alicia asked with sarcasm.
    “Now and again,” he replied as she stopped, staring at him with disbelief. “It's complicated.” he added.
    “There you go Sheriff.” Alicia said, tossing the loosened rope to the corner of the room.
    “Much obliged ma'am,” he said, extending his hand. “Name is Austin Garrett.”
    “Good to know.” Alicia replied.
    “And how about you pretty lady, got a name?” he asked.
    “Yes. Are you hitting on me?” she asked.
    “No,” Austin said, smiling a bit. “Well maybe, is it working?” he asked.
    “Not so much.” she replied with a bit of smiling on her part.
    As Austin walked into the main room of his office, finding three Nomads laying dead on the wood grain floors, he adopted a look of disgust.
    “I figured you'd be a bit happier.” Alicia said, trying to figure out why Austin had such a look upon his face.
    “I am happy to be out of rope,” he said, using his hand to stroke through the closely cut whiskers on his face. “It's just when the other Nomads find out about this, the people of New Kinneston are in for a lot of trouble.”
    “I expect they heard the gunshots.” Alicia said.
    “Doubtful, it's Tuesday.” he replied.
    “Ah yes...Tuesday.” she replied with a grin, having absolutely no idea what bearing that had on anything.
    “Tuesday is karaoke night. The rest of 'em are no doubt packed in the Moose Lodge listening to loud music and boozing up.” Austin replied.
    “Moose