SON OF HIGH NOON
The silence in the saloon thickened until you could have sliced it with a dull Bowie knife. The gibbon playing the piano stopped playing and twirled lazily on his stool, absently cracking his hairy knuckles. Zelda kept her grip on the trembling Alex, who couldn't keep his eyes off the iPad. Neither could anyone else in the bar! Zelda opened her crimson-painted lips to scream when .....
The swing doors to the saloon swung slowly open, and a man with a bright gold star on his shirt walked in, followed by a short dude wearing a tattered tuxedo coat and carrying an umbrella. "I'm the sheriff in this town, stranger," he growled. "Folks call me HarryT. HarryTheSheriff that is." This is my deputy, pilotbob. Don't let his get-up fool you. He's meaner than a rattlesnake in heat and a durn deadly shot with that umbrella-shooter he carries."
"Now, what's going on here? What's this I hear about the town's missing iPad? And who is this good-for-nothing low down lurking loner that Miss Zelda's got in her claws?"
Doc jumped in hastily to explain. But before he could even get the first word out, a high-pitched squeal erupted from the stairs!
"ALEX my darling! You're back! You did come back for me like you promised! I knew you'd return! I'm the only one that trusted you! I knew you could never forget your dreams-girl!"
All this caterwauling was coming from a small but well-built blonde leaning over the stair railing, her low-cut bodice exhibiting her assets for free to the leering crowd below.
"Oh great," muttered Doc "Here comes the town blonde bimbo right on cue."
To Be Continued (by popular request)