This month, I’m attempting to write a short story every day as part of StoryADay September. I’ve done a few – and I will post some of them – but here is the one for yesterday’s suggestion that we write in a different genre.
I may be a mystery writer now, but I’ve attempted most genres – even Romance, but with a crime at its core. However, I’ve only ever written one Western short, years ago – in a post-apocalyptic setting. Here’s another:
By Roland Clarke
They didn’t trust me.
Why should they trust an old fool with nothing valuable to give?
No gold secrets. No real skills.
A barber with an idle razor.
“I need your skill with a blade,” said Ma Baker.
“Another gunshot wound? The sheriff needs to shoot straight.”
I’d blame the whisky, but from his grey hair, I knew it was his eyesight.
“He hit my Daisy. I can’t afford to lose her – not with them rustlers about.”
I nodded and followed the rancher matriarch to her spread.
In the kitchen, her son was leaning against the couch, weeping.
“She’s lost a lot of blood, Mum. But she’s a fighter. Can you save her, Seth?”
I knelt beside the body. Daisy looked up at me, her brown eyes gleaming. I took her paw.
“I will. She trusts me.”