draliman on life

It’s Monday, and therefore time for Mondays Finish the Story, hosted by Barbara Beacham. We get not only a photo but an opening sentence too! We then write our story in around 150 words (not counting the opening sentence).

The supplied sentence is in bold in my story, and to read this week’s other contributions, click on the little blue froggy guy.

Diamond Jack had his hideout next to the Rattle Snake River.  Secluded, it was in the perfect location. Diamond Jack turned to his partner in crime.

“I think we got away clean.”

“Reckon we did, Jack,” replied Samson. “That was a close thing.”

Jack nodded and grabbed a beer from the cooler. “Cheers, mate.” Samson reached for his own beer, then froze, listening.

“Jack, you hear that?”

“Shit!” growled Jack, hearing the sound of a vehicle drawing closer. “They found us! How’d they find us?” The pair scrambled around.

“Shut the curtains!” yelled Jack.

“What curtains?” shouted Samson.

Footsteps came closer, closer. The guys jumped behind the table. The door flew open.

“Diamond Jack, you mangy cur!” shrieked a formidable-looking woman. “Come out of there!”

Jack crept out from behind the table.

“If you think I’m putting up with your weird family alone, you’ve got another think coming! Home, NOW! And don’t you stand there sniggering, Samson Beatman! Your wife’s right behind me!”