Monday, 23 March 2015

Dusty Red ~ Part 2

So now we come to Part 2. I will not apologise that it is 'a few days late' as I never said I would post every week. That was my sister's doing, I had nothing to do with it! But as I didn't have any other ideas I thought I'd better go ahead anyway and do Part 2!
But before you read it I have something to say...
I was very disappointed at you readers - not all, some of you were good - but some (about half, if not more) of you, I could name at least three, didn't comment on my post.
Naughty naughty naughty!
If I said, "I command you to comment!" I mightn't get any, but let's see if this works...
I fall to my knees and beg them, "I beseech thee, thou art good people, so I sayeth have mercy! I have no a chance if thou withholdeth thy comments from my eager hand! Pray give, and do not hold back!"
The certain people to whom I was speaking to, stepped back a pace and raised their eyebrows at me. One was heard to mutter, "Whoa, maybe we should leave."
But at that I stand again, "Nay, leave not! As the scriptures say, 'what ever you do for the least of these you do for me'. Likewise, you also ought not to leave me without adhering to my plea."
I now await eagerly for their answer.
So...will you comment? (Comment and say if you won't)
But if you don't, I suppose I'll forgive you, but be warned, soon I'll be writing two stories at once! As with Dusty Red it appears that it is up to you to decide what happens next to the luckless girl who's readers refuse to comment.

I've been informed that it is a bit difficult to locate where my story is situated, and one or two other things. Basically, it's taken off outback Australia, (not America) Kendal is pretty much a bush-ranger (hence the gun) but as there is no real law enforcement in Dusty Town he is allowed to get away with his actions. But after this instalment, I'm not so sure that Dusty Town is in Australia after all...
Well, I'd best be getting on with the story:

Flicks paused then she nodded to Smokey, and passed a few coins across the bar as if nothing had happened, “Just tea please,” she said.

Smokey swallowed then shrugged slightly, turning again to the pot over the fire. Flicks could feel Kendal’s gaze on her but she ignored him steadily. Smokey turned back to Flicks and placed the tea on the bar. A gun roared. Flicks’ hand shot out and pulled the cup forwards.

The bullet grazed her knuckles and she pressed them to her side. Taking the cup in the other hand she drained it quickly and set it down again. “Thanks,” she said, flashing her easy smile at Smokey who was looking at her in surprise.

The tall girl clapped her hat back on, turned on her heal and walked to the door, when she reached it she looked back momentarily and a satisfying glimpse of Kendal’s furious face before she left the room.

The air outside was dry and hot, to put it lightly. The red, sun-baked dust seemed to pump out heat. Flicks untied her horse, and swung into the saddle.
Instead of heading home she turned her mount down the street to a building with a large painted sign over it. The sign read: “Ron’s Rust and co.” Flicks dismounted again and led her horse – which was named Dust Storm – to a small shed at the side of the shop.

The interior proved to be a small stable; two matching brown horses were in two stalls already and Flicks lead Dust Storm to the third and last stall.

After unsaddling and taking off the bridle, Flicks left Dust Storm with a bucket of water and a murmured, “There you are girl,” and a pat on the chestnut’s silky neck. 
Flicks entered the shop by the back door, knocking first and entering at the, “Come in,” from within.

The unusual amount of rusty gizmos and gadgets lying around would surprise most people but Flicks was used to it and threaded her way through them to the old kitchen.

“G’day old girl! Don’t this be a nice surprise!” old Ron’s face creased in a smile which was always ready when Flicks was nearby.

“You’re looking even older than when I last saw you if I do say so,” she exclaimed, a smile lighting up her face also, “Been busy?”

“Weel, I can’t be a complainin’ now, I’ve got one or two bits an’ pieces as I’ve been workin’ on, but ‘part of that,” Ron spread his hands wide and shrugged, smiling ingeniously, “It all be good!”

Flicks looked suspiciously at him, “That’s all? No crazy ideas?”

“Ermm, weel, now you says it I can be thinkin o’ somfin’ else,” he trailed off, shifting his feet awkwardly.

Flicks sighed, “What is it this time? An automatic horse harnesser? A lunch cooker? A unrust illusion?”

Old Ron frowned, “What be a unrust illusion?”

Flicks shrugged, “Ive got no idea, I just thought you might.”

“Weel, no, leastways that aint be what I be makin’,” Ron glanced around the room then leaned closer to Flicks and whispered, “I be inventin’ a magic potion!”


I'm quite interested to see where this goes next, so, your options...

1. Then Ron laughed, “Weel, not actually, though some might be regardin’ it as dat.”

2. “No really,” Ron’s deep brown eyes regarded her seriously, and a mysterious edge came into his voice, “I am.”

3. Flicks regarded him with a sceptical expression, “A magic potion? You really must have kangaroos loose in your top paddock.”


I really couldn't help throwing a bit of fantasy/magic in there.
If you thought that the beginning was a little boring, that was all your fault. You all had to choose the most boring option! (Personally nuber 3 was my favourite. 1 was the only one I had no idea what could happen after.) But this time I be thinkin' all de options be intestin' so as no one gets sick o' readin' 'em. 

Now please, Please don't forget to comment and vote, or you'll miss out on all the fun! (And believe me, I had so much fun this time, I be lovin' de way as old Ron talks.)

Have fun!

~ Jane, Misty Maiden


  1. Ok then i'Ill say number 3 this time.

  2. Option 2 (Does that make you happy?)

  3. I like number 3.

    Is "Kangaroos in your top paddock" and Australian saying?

    1. It is rather Kelpie, it means 'your crazy' generally.

  4. We have another uncommented vote for number two.


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