Four hens roosted side by side in contentment, as the thief crept slowly inside the hen house. “Just hold it right there,” said a voice. The thief heard the click of a gun. “Now turn around real slow.”
The man holding the rifle saw that the thief was wearing a mask. “Take off that mask real slow. Be careful or I’ll shoot.!”
Long blonde hair started flowing once the mask was removed. The man was taken back and almost lowered his gun. “Tell me your name, young lady.”
“May Eleven.”
“May Eleven! What kind of name is that?”
“That was the name given to me by the orphanage back east. May 11th was the day I was left on the doorstep.”
“So you are a runaway?”
“Not anymore,” May replied, “I am 20 years old and now on my own. Go ahead and call the sheriff. Going to jail is nothing new.”
The man lowered his rifle. “Get out here! If I see you around here again, I will call the law.”
“I will be on my way. One reason I came to this area was to meet you. The great Nash Gamett, The Blue Bat of Baltimore.”
“So you came all this way just to see an old has been,” Nash said with a laugh.
“You were world champion and even ran for Governor.
“That was a long time ago.You also must know that I never sought public office again. A retired clerk at the courthouse. For a while I did wrestle part-time under a mask.”
“I know all these things. Along with being a wrestling fan, I am also an avid reader.”
“Well go ahead and grab a few eggs,” Nash said as he turned away to leave the hen house.
“Huh?”
“Well that is what you came for was some eggs and to see me. Since you come all this way I guess we can visit over fried eggs and coffee,” Nash walked away.
May placed her hand under the hens, who made a noise and some resistance before surrendering their eggs. She was out of money and had not eaten in two days. Now she was going to eat them cooked with something to drink.
More to Come...