Whizbang Dustyboots
Gnometown Hero
"Will you now?" comes a voice from the bottom of the steps before the house.
Constable Ward Bridger stands there, greatsword bared, a bloody and shaking Rando Kem standing behind him. The constable's white scar running down the left side of his face practically glows as the rest of his face is red with fury.
"Drop the weapon, put your hands out before you and lay face down on the porch, "Or I will administer the baron's justice right here and now."
"Son of a bitch," Heath mutters. Shaking his head, he takes both his axes and tosses them to the ground. "Bit of an overreaction for trespassing, Ward. I ain't sure what that bastard Rogren told you, but I was heading straight to your house just now. We can talk plenty there."
Heath kneels down and holds a hand out to Rando.
"Son, no one's going to make you do anything you don't want to as long as I'm around. It's OK."
"Keep 'im away from me!" Rando screams. "Kill 'im, Constable! You kill 'im like y'said y'would!"
"What?" Heath blinks in surprise. "WHAT?"
"Get on the ground, now. You have eluded me for a year, but I have you at last. I will not ask again."
Heath looks incredulously at Bridger and turns to Rando, his expression turning hard. He turns back to Bridger and holds his hands out, palms up.
"Ward, I didn't kill Ronco and Priscilla, no matter what Rando may say. I was in Foxton helping distill some medicine for the flock that year, and there are plenty of shepherds that can account for that.
"Now I know you got a job to do, and I ain't going to keep you from doing it. You take me to the baron and cast whatever spells you need and we'll get this figured out. But I am asking you as a friend and someone you've known for coming on 20 years now, that you let me walk out of this town under my own power. You can put those manacles on me soon as we get on the Baron's Road, but I am asking that you let me walk out of this town like a man."
"He's a liar," the boy howls, crying. "He's a liar and he wuz comin' back fer me!"
Constable Ward Bridger stands there, greatsword bared, a bloody and shaking Rando Kem standing behind him. The constable's white scar running down the left side of his face practically glows as the rest of his face is red with fury.
"Drop the weapon, put your hands out before you and lay face down on the porch, "Or I will administer the baron's justice right here and now."
"Son of a bitch," Heath mutters. Shaking his head, he takes both his axes and tosses them to the ground. "Bit of an overreaction for trespassing, Ward. I ain't sure what that bastard Rogren told you, but I was heading straight to your house just now. We can talk plenty there."
Heath kneels down and holds a hand out to Rando.
"Son, no one's going to make you do anything you don't want to as long as I'm around. It's OK."
"Keep 'im away from me!" Rando screams. "Kill 'im, Constable! You kill 'im like y'said y'would!"
"What?" Heath blinks in surprise. "WHAT?"
"Get on the ground, now. You have eluded me for a year, but I have you at last. I will not ask again."
Heath looks incredulously at Bridger and turns to Rando, his expression turning hard. He turns back to Bridger and holds his hands out, palms up.
"Ward, I didn't kill Ronco and Priscilla, no matter what Rando may say. I was in Foxton helping distill some medicine for the flock that year, and there are plenty of shepherds that can account for that.
"Now I know you got a job to do, and I ain't going to keep you from doing it. You take me to the baron and cast whatever spells you need and we'll get this figured out. But I am asking you as a friend and someone you've known for coming on 20 years now, that you let me walk out of this town under my own power. You can put those manacles on me soon as we get on the Baron's Road, but I am asking that you let me walk out of this town like a man."
"He's a liar," the boy howls, crying. "He's a liar and he wuz comin' back fer me!"