Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #11 February 2015 | Page 21

“I’ve been given a few days off so I’ll be in next week.
Keep an eye on everything for me.”
Peck came to a semblance of attention and then hurried out.
A thought came to me and I looked around, my jacket
was hanging by the door. I pushed back the covers and
swung my legs out and down. The leather brace had
been taken off and I had to carefully limp across the
room.
I reached my coat and checked my pockets. There it
was. I took out the oversized revolver and a handful of
fresh bullets then limped back to the bed. I sat down
and opened the cylinder dumping the spend rounds
onto the bed clothes.

I leaned over and looked under the bed, the little bin
and the pencil shavings were still there. I brushed the
used rounds into the bin and pushed it back under the
bed then loaded the revolver with fresh rounds.
The cylinder snapped back into place and I slid the
weapon under my pillows.
I stretched out and settled myself. I could feel the revolver under my head.
Heavy, hard, comforting.
I drifted off to sleep.

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