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(Page 2 of 2) Sheriff by William Quinn
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Donnie's chest hurt something fierce, but he kept still. That was going to be one nasty bruise. But it could have been much worse.
Donnie peered out from under lidded eyes, watching as Tommy got closer. He was almost within reach now, just a little closer.
Tommy walked up within reach of Donnie, then squatted down and stretched an arm out towards the spot where he thought he had gotten Donnie.
Donnie's arm moved like a striking snake, nailing Tommy across the jaw, sand flying with his fist. A gasp was heard from the gathering crowd. The crying stopped as everything slowed down and Tommy fell backward, slightly dazed and surprised. Donnie was on him in a flash, the only thing moving at normal speed.
Donnie's knee pressed into Tommy's throat, his fists laying into Tommy with a fire he hadn't known he possessed. He was beyond angry, he was livid.
The blood on his hands finally made Donnie stop swinging. He pulled his knee off of Tommy's throat and heard Tommy gasp; his lips had started to turn blue.
Donnie stood up, over top of Tommy and looked him in the eye. "Don't let me ever hear that you raised a hand to a girl again, you hear me?" His brow looked like rolling hills, his lips thin and white. "I'll let the rest of what you did slide."
Tommy still trying to get his air back just nodded his head, his eyes wild. Donnie wiped the blood and grit off on his jeans, and then tried brushing the rest of the sand off of himself. He bent and picked up his dented Silver Star, put it in his pocket, and walked off to go get something to wet his parched throat.
He was still keyed up, but had a sense of well being in place of the anger that had burned through him earlier. Sure he had been brutal, but no one was going to mess with women like that with him around. People had to understand that. Donnie was the Sheriff in town.
"Oh Donnie, you got yourself covered in sand again. Why do you keep doing that?" LeeAnne Straub knelt down and picked Donnie up out of the sandbox. "And what is that on your jeans? I hope it washes out."
"Miss Straub?" An elderly lady approached LeeAnne.
"Yes?"
"Donnie and Tommy got into a fight again."
LeeAnne sighed looking at Donnie. "What am I supposed to do with you two?" She turned towards the elderly woman, "Thank you Edna, I'll make sure it's dealt with."
Edna cleared her throat, "The kids say Tommy was throwing rocks too." She seemed almost reluctant as she added, "I can't keep them here at the Day Care with the rest of the kids if they act like that. Someone could get hurt."
"I understand Edna, we'll fix this." LeeAnne frowned. "Alright Donnie, let's go find your brother Tommy, and then we're having a chat with the belt when we get home."
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