The Nun with a Gun ~ Chapter 19: Up Stakes ~


Before the Major had run up the rickety steps to cellar, Doctor Villega had come in to keep an eye on that devil of a woman.  Tricky as she was, even she wouldn’t be able to escape in her present condition.

A quick laugh escaped him as he thought back on the expression left on her face.  He had torn her world asunder and she hadn’t expected it.  Funnily enough, he had expected more from her.  It was rare to meet a legend and a boogeyman to boot.  Rare indeed.

As Cavanaugh stepped out of the barn, he ducked as a bullet pinged the stucco right next to his head.  Madness had sprung like wildfire over the plains surrounding his villa.  Gunfire exploded into the night sky while bottles of flames burst against the sides of the buildings of his hideout.  His plans had gone awry.

His men looked away as he marched his way through them to see what the commotion was.

“Damn fool miners,” he cursed loudly.  “Came to take what they think is theirs and that witch of a nun stole them from me!”

Cavanaugh pulled the trigger on his pistol and watched as one of the miners dropped to the ground.  That broke them.  They ran off into the desert night and left him nothing in return.

The heat of the villa as it burned to the ground radiated against his back, “Curse that woman.  Cole you go check on Doc, will ya?”

His man slipped into the darkness but was occasionally lit by the light of the flames as he made his way back to the cellar.  Tuco stepped out of the darkness and stopped in front of him.

“How many got away, Melendez?” the Major groused.

Tuco pulled his hat off and wiped at the ash that collected on the brim, “Not enough to sell them China girls to.  The days of that hole in the ground are done.”

Cavanaugh spun as Cole’s hand gripped his shoulder.  The fool stumbled back at the grim visage on the Major’s face.

Cole stuttered out as he held his hands in front of him, “Villega is dead, sir.  And I aint seen no sign of the Sister.”

Cavanaugh didn’t make a sound but the men nearest him stepped back.

Boone’s voice came like a whisper out of the night, “Sir?  What should we do with the bodies?”

“Leave them for the crows.  We’ve got work to do.”


Author: jonlang2014

Novel Writer, Screenwriter, Filmmaker & occasionally an Actor. Handy with a Sword, Ukulele and Skis. Writer of the upcoming Sci-Fi book The Matilda.

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