Try Me
Bart’s spurs jangled as he stopped in the center of the dusty street. “I thought I told you to leave town.”
His adversary watched from the saloon steps.
“You was supposed to leave at noon,” Bart said slowly, in case his adversary hadn’t understood the ultimatum. “Today.”
His adversary said nothing.
“That was four hours ago,” Bart reminded the silent figure.
But now Bart second-guessed himself and sweat beaded on his brow. Had he said “today?’ Had he mentioned a specific date?
He thought he’d said ‘noon,’ but maybe he’d only said ‘twelve.’ Which could mean midnight?
Shoot.