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- About the Author
Sean had not liked the look of the livery owner from the day they met, but hed given him work and at the time that was all he wanted. The repairs at Bucks had nearly cleaned him out, and Sean knew that his money was not going to last long.
Sean came to Tulare thinking to find more work in a bar, but the owner of the place he tried had not been interested. It went against Seans grain to be doing manual labor once again, but the future need for food and lodging had been at the back of his mind, and he had relented. That had been over two weeks ago, and Sean had yet to see a dime of his earnings.
In truth Sean enjoyed livery work, but he was still angry over the way hed been treated at Bucks, and wouldnt have admitted this to anyone. Right now he was down to his last few coins and decided that today he would collect his pay. He dropped what he was doing, a sudden premonition coming on him, and went right then to seek out his boss.
Get back to work. The obese, bald man spoke from a chair by the door.
When do I get paid?
You havent worked here long enough.
Ive been here two weeks, Seans voice dropped to a dangerous note, but the fat man took no notice.
The big man laughed. Come back when its been a month.
Ill take my pay now.
The man only laughed harder, now looking at Seans flushed face. Youre a fool, the man chortled. It wouldnt matter when you came, I dont have the money. The wife takes every dime. The man found this highly amusing and laughed as though he hadnt a care in the world.
Sean was furious. He started toward the man, intending to beat the money out of him, but a gun appeared in the livery owners hand. Sean kept coming. It took a moment for the fat man to see that this time his scheme was not going to work. He scrambled to his feet, fear making him clumsy. Sean had the man backed into a stall when a voice interrupted him.
Is there some problem?
The voice stopped Seans movement, but he didnt turn to see the man standing just inside the door.
Were closed, Sean barked over one shoulder.
Put the gun down, Pinky. The voice spoke again, not at all intimidated by Seans anger. Have you been cheating someone again, Pinky?
This time the voice captured Seans attention. He turned to find a small man dressed in a well-cut suit regarding him with an almost gentle smile. At the same time, the fat man, now behind Sean, began to babble.