For Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ Friday Fictioneers.
Thieves! They prey on all of us, purloining our possessions, trashing our dignity, creating a climate of fear. I know that some of them are in need of a fix or are desperately hungry or maybe they are both in need of a fix and desperately hungry. Whatever. They shouldn’t do it. Half the time they sell the loot down at their local pub for a fraction of what it’s worth. It’s criminal.
As for me, I’ve got a bloody big gun. And a sharp and shiny bayonet. And if someone doesn’t return my horse pretty damn soon, I’ll start using them.