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A Bandit's Tale

A Bandit's Tale

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Published by Milton
A former thief encounters the man who cost him is arm.
A former thief encounters the man who cost him is arm.

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Published by: Milton on Sep 13, 2010
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A
 
Bandit’s
 
Tale
 
 –
 
Davis
 
©
 
2010
 
by
 
MVmedia,
 
LLC
 
1
 
A Bandit’s TaleA Sivad StoryBy Milton DavisDiogo opened his eyes and attempted to scratch an arm that was not there. He jumped up in his straw bed, looked to his left and cursed. It was the dream, the samedamn dream he had for going on five years. The smooth stump that remained of his leftarm was still there despite the clarity of his bedtime wish. He rubbed his stubble chinwith his right hand, his only hand, and tumbled out of bed. At least there was work to do,if babysitting the feed store in town could be considered work. He went out back andwashed his face in the rainwater barrel then ambled over to the shed behind his house.There was no need to dress; he'd fallen to sleep in his clothes after a long night of drinking and telling lies with his old mates. Two Fingers, the shopkeeper, didn't carewhat he looked like as long as he came to work and kept the petty thieves out of his shop.Despite his limitations Diogo was still a good swordsman, better that most in the Valley,and there was no one better at intimidation. He used to be a bandit; intimidation was partof his talent.By sunrise he'd saddled his mule and rode into town. The streets were busy withearly shoppers gathering food for the morning meal. Diogo rode to the feed shop, tetheredhis mule and entered the ragged establishment.
 
A
 
Bandit’s
 
Tale
 
 –
 
Davis
 
©
 
2010
 
by
 
MVmedia,
 
LLC
 
2
 
"You're late!" Two Fingers shouted. He was a tall, bad-tempered Unicoi Cherokee andone of the richest men in town. He marched up to Diogo, wringing his hands on hisapron."I lost three bags of feed because of you, three! I turn my back for one minute andthose bastards stole them that quick!"Diogo shrugged. "Give me their names and I'll bring back your feed...and theirhands."The shopkeeper's face shagged. "No violence, at least not like that. The Sivadswould hang us both."The name Sivad sent a tingle through Diogo's stump. "We don't want theminvolved," he agreed. "How about we just consider this a loss?"Two Fingers nodded. "Don't be late again. Not many people in this town wouldhire a one arm bandit."Diogo took up his post just outside the shop entrance. The mention of the Sivadswas still bothering him by day's end. He would have to meet with his friends that nightfor more drinking. Some memories needed soaking with whiskey to stay in hidden away.Diogo went directly to the longhouse after sundown. Two Fingers paid him a day wagesminus the hours he missed, enough to buy a decent meal and a few beers, as long as hisfriends didn't show. The longhouse was a short ride from the feed store and just beforethe main marketplace. Aromas of fresh cooked meat and vegetables usurped the normallypungent odor of the village and his stomach growled. He reached the sturdy pine buildingfamished.
 
A
 
Bandit’s
 
Tale
 
 –
 
Davis
 
©
 
2010
 
by
 
MVmedia,
 
LLC
 
3
 
"Diogo!" His friends sat at their normal table the fireplace with one noticeableaddition. There was food on the table, lots of it, and pitchers of beer as well. The sourceof such bounty stood with a ragged smile on his bearded, umber face. Diogo experiencedhis first genuine smile in days. His best friend, Sitewu, had finally returned."What the hell are you doing still alive?" he shouted as he charged the table. Thetwo met and hugged, smacking each other's back."You always said I was too ugly to die," Sitewu answered. "I guess you wereright."Another man stood, his chubby brown face bordered by black hair that cascadedto his shoulders."You never greet us like that," Inola argued."I see you scum every day."Another man, a pale fellow with thin red hair and too many freckles barked out alaugh."Better us than the devil!"He sat with his companions, taking the seat by Sitewu."So the army is back?"Sitewu drained a gourd of beer. "Back and victorious.""Who would have believed the Sivads would take down the Empress?" Inola said."I damn sure wouldn't have," the red headed man said."Of course you wouldn't, Sean." Diogo joined his friend with a beer.Sean sucked his teeth. "If those Bucadans hadn't arrived with those damnmachines the Sivads would be feeding the worms."

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