And There Was Nothing They Could Do About It

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And There Was Nothing They Could Do About It

July 9, 2014 Writing 17

He wore a faded brown fedora. The dust kicked up around his faded brown cowboy boots, dusting the silver spurs that hovered over each heel. His hands sat behind his gun holsters on either hip. He was not preparing to draw, however. He was confused. He saw Ol’ Man Howard go down in the gunfight, a total loss for the Bare-nose Brass Knuckled Boys, but while it looked like a funeral, and the Howard girls wept like it was a funeral, something was missing. It was Ol’ Man Howard himself.

It was a funeral without a corpse, and it would be the first of many. It seemed the new land decree had the womenfolk all abuzz because the law could stake a claim to their land and take it if the man of the house was gone. Seemed they didn’t take too well to being homeless, so the bodies started disappearing, and the lies started mounting, until eventually, when Constable Harris came to town investigating, it all began to fall apart.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

The good constable brought money and used it to hire men–men without conscience who would dig up a lone woman’s land without blinking. That’s when the corpseless funerals began. They ended almost as abruptly as they started, since the constable seized any land bones were found on, whether it was warranted or not, and shot the supposed widow where she stood. The sole judge and jury, he found everybody guilty. Everybody.

And there was nothing they could do about it.

He wore a faded brown fedora. The dust kicked up around his faded brown cowboy boots, dusting the silver spurs that hovered over each heel. His hands rested behind his gun holsters on either hip. He was not preparing to draw, however. He had come to a new town and brought death with him.

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S30PBadgeThis week’s Studio 30+  prompt comes from Ashley, at Fictional Fool, who gave us “Buried Treasure,” “He wore a faded brown fedora.”
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17 Responses

  1. Kir Piccini says:

    OH SAM, you do this kind of writing so well and leave me open mouthed and stunned. Your constable is a heartless man who stops my blood cold. An excellent characterization.

    (and we’re so glad to have you at Studio30Plus this week, hoping you’ll be back!)

  2. nonamedufus says:

    The lawless wild,wild west. You captured it perfectly. Nice job.

  3. Tara R. says:

    Wonderful characters, that I would love to read about again. Hopefully, this is the opening for a new story. (Glad to have you in the Studio this week.)

    • SAM says:

      I never say never because there’s always the possibility, but until you mentioned it, I hadn’t even considered it. Lol

  4. Sara Healy says:

    I liked how you started and ended with the prompt. Also, your description of the man in faded brown fedora was on the mark. I could see him in my mind. It’s a writing skill which I’m still learning and so, I enjoy it when someone does it well. Great story and like others, it would interesting to see it expanded. The concept is wonderful:~)

  5. Tina says:

    Yep. That’s what the West could be like. Your next chapter, of course, brings the arrival of the Good Guy, I hope?

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