person that didn’t sleep was D.H. After last night’s shooting, nobody is crazy enough to come outside. D.H. has to wait for a message from Desert Fox to meet him tonight to tell him what happened.
Out of nowhere an arrow with a note around it came through the side of the back window, and it’s from Desert Fox for sure. D.H. is really wishing that there was a easier way to get a hold of Desert Fox. The note said:
“I know about the Texas Rangers. My people have found the bodies and given them a good funeral. Me and my people are getting to the bottom of this, so you’ve got nothing to worry about. You are being watched around the clock, so no one will hurt you in any way. I’ll keep you informed of what’s going on. From Desert Fox.”
The first two words that came out of D.H.’s mouth were, “Thank God.” At least those Texas Rangers died proudly on their jobs, doing the right thing all the time. But he felt bad about their families. D.H. is glad that his good friend is protecting him, because he really needs some help right now. The last thing he wants in these hard times is surprises and a bullet right through him.
Nighttime came. D.H. really needs some fresh air, since he was indoors all day. He needs a walk in a good fresh air, and at the same time he’s being watched by his good friend Desert Fox. Little does D.H. know that somebody is following him. But then D.H. heard something right behind him, and he turned around to see who it was.
What a surprise he had. It’s Thomas “The Killer” with a gun out ready to shoot him. But D.H. isn’t afraid of him or his men, who aren’t around. It’s just him. For a minute or two they both looked at each other but they didn’t move a muscle. So far, both of them don’t what to believe.
“All right, we are both alone out here. I’ve go this to ask you. What are you going to do? Kill me, or what?” said D.H.
“You are a brave man for coming out in the middle of the night without any worries. I like that, but I’ve got to ask you. Why aren’t you afraid? Usually I know when somebody is afraid or not, and you’re not afraid,” said Thomas.
“Boy, would you like to know,” said D.H.
“What is that supposed to mean?” said Thomas.
“I’m protected by the Indians around here in Cold Creek, and right about now there’s a Indian across the street with a loaded gun, ready to shoot you to death if you don’t leave,” said D.H.
“So you must be the one that Desert Fox is getting all of the help from. I should’ve known that he might have some help on this,” said Thomas.
“Pretty much, Thomas,” said D.H.
“I’m leaving tonight. You are a very lucky rabbit that I’m not hunting you down at all. I don’t know how lucky can one person can be,” said Thomas.
Thomas put down his gun and took off into the night without any trace. D.H. is very lucky that he’s being watched and protected by the Indians. So far, D.H. has very lucky that he has had a friend to help him out. By now the Indians left that was watching D.H. and another Indian came. But the one that left told Desert Fox, and he was glad that his good friend wasn’t dead from that monster.
On the ride to the hideout, Thomas has been doing some thinking. The best way to get through to Desert Fox is killing one of his friends or family, like he did before to get to him. The question is, where are they hiding? That’s the problem. Nobody knows where those Indians are hiding out. Nobody in town knows that there are Indians around this land.
Thomas isn’t worried. If he finds one, he will personally shoot one. That will get through to Desert Fox in a way he can’t imagine in his head. Right now, it’s getting pretty late and Thomas is really needing some rest because he had a long day. But he’s hoping that tomorrow he can shoot an Indian like all could-blooded killers.
Morning came. Thomas got up pretty early to watch the sun come up. This is really strange for somebody like
Out of nowhere an arrow with a note around it came through the side of the back window, and it’s from Desert Fox for sure. D.H. is really wishing that there was a easier way to get a hold of Desert Fox. The note said:
“I know about the Texas Rangers. My people have found the bodies and given them a good funeral. Me and my people are getting to the bottom of this, so you’ve got nothing to worry about. You are being watched around the clock, so no one will hurt you in any way. I’ll keep you informed of what’s going on. From Desert Fox.”
The first two words that came out of D.H.’s mouth were, “Thank God.” At least those Texas Rangers died proudly on their jobs, doing the right thing all the time. But he felt bad about their families. D.H. is glad that his good friend is protecting him, because he really needs some help right now. The last thing he wants in these hard times is surprises and a bullet right through him.
Nighttime came. D.H. really needs some fresh air, since he was indoors all day. He needs a walk in a good fresh air, and at the same time he’s being watched by his good friend Desert Fox. Little does D.H. know that somebody is following him. But then D.H. heard something right behind him, and he turned around to see who it was.
What a surprise he had. It’s Thomas “The Killer” with a gun out ready to shoot him. But D.H. isn’t afraid of him or his men, who aren’t around. It’s just him. For a minute or two they both looked at each other but they didn’t move a muscle. So far, both of them don’t what to believe.
“All right, we are both alone out here. I’ve go this to ask you. What are you going to do? Kill me, or what?” said D.H.
“You are a brave man for coming out in the middle of the night without any worries. I like that, but I’ve got to ask you. Why aren’t you afraid? Usually I know when somebody is afraid or not, and you’re not afraid,” said Thomas.
“Boy, would you like to know,” said D.H.
“What is that supposed to mean?” said Thomas.
“I’m protected by the Indians around here in Cold Creek, and right about now there’s a Indian across the street with a loaded gun, ready to shoot you to death if you don’t leave,” said D.H.
“So you must be the one that Desert Fox is getting all of the help from. I should’ve known that he might have some help on this,” said Thomas.
“Pretty much, Thomas,” said D.H.
“I’m leaving tonight. You are a very lucky rabbit that I’m not hunting you down at all. I don’t know how lucky can one person can be,” said Thomas.
Thomas put down his gun and took off into the night without any trace. D.H. is very lucky that he’s being watched and protected by the Indians. So far, D.H. has very lucky that he has had a friend to help him out. By now the Indians left that was watching D.H. and another Indian came. But the one that left told Desert Fox, and he was glad that his good friend wasn’t dead from that monster.
On the ride to the hideout, Thomas has been doing some thinking. The best way to get through to Desert Fox is killing one of his friends or family, like he did before to get to him. The question is, where are they hiding? That’s the problem. Nobody knows where those Indians are hiding out. Nobody in town knows that there are Indians around this land.
Thomas isn’t worried. If he finds one, he will personally shoot one. That will get through to Desert Fox in a way he can’t imagine in his head. Right now, it’s getting pretty late and Thomas is really needing some rest because he had a long day. But he’s hoping that tomorrow he can shoot an Indian like all could-blooded killers.
Morning came. Thomas got up pretty early to watch the sun come up. This is really strange for somebody like
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