OLWG #245- Old Polvadera Highway

This week’s prompts are at the bottom. Feel free to seize the prompts, twist them, form them, play with them as you will. All comers are welcome. The words below are just practice for me. I had a lot of fun writing them, and you know what I always say, “Practice makes perfect.”

Here’s how to play along, if you are unsure.

Chaytan crouched in the shadows, low, and across the highway from the Allsup’s Truckstop on Polvadera Highway. He watched the man having words with Srta Garza, or maybe she was quarrelling with him. Chaytan didn’t recognize the man and wished that he would go away. It was tough enough keeping tabs on Engracia Garza without the added complication of this argumentative stranger, but he decided to watch and wait.

The bickering between the two seemed to escalate quickly. Soon the unknown man had his arms raised as he fought with Srta Garza. Chaytan couldn’t see it, but he just knew that the man was spitting as he yelled, and Chaytan was beginning to feel a compulsion to break cover and intervene. This guy was no gentleman. Maybe a shot across the bow to calm things down, but it would be giving himself away, and he didn’t want Srta Garza to know he had been following her.

Wanting to be ready if anything untoward developed, Chayton lifted his Hawkeye, 300 WIN MAG rifle to his shoulder and sighted down the barrel. No sooner had he raised his rifle than he saw Engracia open her handbag and look inside. She reached in and removed a Glock 43 9mm single stack. She didn’t seem comfortable with the piece, but she pointed it at the man. He immediately began backpedalling and put his hands up, showing her that they were empty.

She closed her eyes and pulled the trigger, but as soon as her eyes had shut, he dodged left. When she opened her eyes again, she saw him heading for cover. She aimed again and squeezed off two more. He wasn’t as lucky this time as he took both in the chest and dropped. She raised her right hand to her face and stared at him, her left hand kept, her weapon trained. Slowly she pawed her way backwards until finally she turned and ran.

Engracia is making his job so much harder than it needs to be.

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