Written for the Friday Fictioneers. A story, about old age and treachery overcoming youth and energy, begins after the photo.
Genre: Alternative History/Humor
The murderers hunkered in a beaten-down shack in the woods. “I feel these are our last hours together,” said Joshua.
“Don’t you worry none,” said Tommy-Joe. “Sheriff Hunt’s boys are all old Civil War vets. If’n you ever seen ’em, not one’s got a steady hand no more!”
“C’mon out! You’re surrounded.” called Sheriff Hunt. “Let’s end this.”
“You’ll never take us alive!” screamed Tommy-Joe.”
“Well alright, then!”
Hunt’s deputy said, “What’ll we do Sheriff? None of us got a steady hand these days.”
“I know,” said Hunt. He patted a Civil War cannon. “But ol’ Betsy here does.”
Henry Jackson Hunt, Civil War Artillery General: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Henry_Jackson_Hunt
Each week, the Friday Fictioneers join forces to combat the forces of…uh…not enough stories. From a photo prompt, the FF gang writes up to 100 words of flash fiction. Find more awesome stories and the original prompt right here: http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2014/06/18/18-june-2014-summer-rerun/