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Temptation by Storm
Richards Heyes
and Kid leaned against the porch post. "I know what you're thinkin' Kid,
but it's too risky." Kid
pouted as he watched the potential contestants line up. "One dollar to
enter," the mayor of the town barked. "Just one dollar for the
chance to win twenty-five dollars, step right up." Kid
sighed. Heyes
gave him a sideways glance. "Kid,
ain't ya gonna enter?" Kyle asked as he walked up to the pair.
"It's your favorite." Gulping as Heyes glared at him, Kyle kept walking
towards the rest of the Devil's Hole gang; who were standing of to the side about
fifty feet away. "Well?"
Wheat asked. "Don't
think Heyes wants ‘im t’." "Why
not?" "Didn't
ask." "Then
how'd ya know?" "Heyes
looked at me.” Wheat
waited for more. "The
look," Kyle explained. "The
look," Lobo stated. Kyle
nodded. "Heyes
don't want him t' enter." Kyle
nodded in agreement. The gang stood watching Heyes and Kid as the contestants
continued to line up. "Heyes,"
Kid quietly said. "I can win this." "I
know. I just think it's too risky." Glancing at Kid out of the corner of
his eyes, Heyes could tell Kid was building up for a fight. In an attempt to
get the upper hand he asked, "What are ya gonna do if you're recognized?
You'll be up there all alone - I can't watch your back?" "I
can take care of myself," Kid sternly stated. "You
can?" "I've
been doin' it a long time now, seems, I'm the one that watches yours." Heyes
glared at Kid. "We're partners. Partners stick together." "Yeah,
so this time I go it alone. It's not the first time we've split up". "I
just don't like the idea, Kid. We get in most of our trouble when we're
apart." "I'm
not gonna be that far away from you - what ten, fifteen feet?" "Yeah,
and there'll be a lot of people between us. I won't be able to get to you if
you need help." "I
can handle myself." "If
you're gonna be stubborn about it," Heyes snapped "We
can use the money," Kid tried to console. "It's
only twenty-five dollars." "Its
twenty-five dollars more than what we got and I can win. I know I can." "Fine,"
Heyes stated as he pushed himself off the post, walking away from Kid. Kid
sighed and walked up to the contestant line. "All right, hands behind
your backs," the mayor yelled. Stopping,
Heyes turned to look at Kid. Catching his glance, Kid held it for a minute
before turning and walking off the stage. Heyes
caught up to him as they watched the contestants, hands tied behind their
back sit, waiting for the mayor to start the contest. "Go," he
called out and all the men dove face first into the blueberry pies on the
plate in front of them. Looking
at the men and their face covered in pie Heyes chuckled. "Still
tempted?" he asked. Kid
stared longingly at the pie and sighed. "Glad
you backed out when you found out your hands would be tied,” Heyes
said, trying to smooth things over. "It looks like they're wearin' more
than they're tasting'." "Yeah,"
Kid groaned, "you were right. I couldn't take the chance." Looking
around, Heyes spotted the sign in front of the café and smiled.
Patting Kid on the back, Heyes pleasantly stated, "You know this is the
blueberry festival."
Pointing to the sign that read, special - half a blueberry pie, Heyes
asked, "How ‘bout I buy you the biggest piece of blueberry pie
they have in the café?" A
smile grew across Kid's face. "Sounds like a plan," he stated as
they quickly headed towards the café. |
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