Bump: just a sample
We have a murder mystery running right now, but this sample from a few weeks ago should give you an idea of what's up in White Tanks...
Tom slapped ol'
James McCannon on the back, then turned and vigorously shook
G.W.'s hand. The Town hall looked like a new building.
Charlie whistled loud and clear as he ran over from his telegraph office. "Dang! Couldn't never tell I used t' stable my ponies in there!"
"Watch your language
Charlie Miller!" The reprimand in
Miss Tiffany's voice was softened by the smile on her face. Her town seemed more dignified with the new Town Hall, and it made her glow.
Daisy came down the street and flew into her husbands arms. "Well done! Well done!" She congratulated the men... but she only had eyes for the one.
Tom admired them both. He wanted what they had... but today he was content looking up at the reward of their long labor. Eventually he wanted a flag hanging there... but he decided to wait, memories of battle standards were still too fresh on both sides... and he didn't want a thing like that to sour these growing friendships.
Penny Johnson waved from the boardwalk outside her little fabric store. She was standing there with
Miss LaBelle, admiring the festivities but hesitating to step down into the muddy street.
Tom walked over.
"Mister
Hawk!" she called. You've done fine work on the old stable. Do you think you'll have time to add some shelves for me now. I could stock more material, maybe even add a rack of dresses..."
As the shopkeep prattled on, Tom grinned at
Lola and her baby, then turned to look down the street at
G.W. and
James. The day was still young.
"Yes'um" He interrupted. "I'll come buy with mah tools after me 'n the boys get a bite to eat."
Tapping
baby Grace on the nose, he turned back down the street.
"Let's eat!"