It was the holiday season, and I really needed a glass of whiskey. That being unavailable, I settled for gin.
“I’ll tell you now,” my friend Georgie grumbled over his own drink. “He said he didn’t believe it, but I swear it’s the Lord’s truth.”
“You swear everyday.” I said back in modest dismissal.
Georgie’s mustache overtook the glass as he took another swig; a string of spit stretched from his chapped lips to the glass rim as he put it down. He looked up from under a mistletoe with a drunken pride. “Well, now I have the proof.”
It was the habit of those who frequented the Hog’s Head at the end of the week to recant those “stunners” of stories they encountered throughout their life—oftentimes repeatedly. The Yuletide festivities only added fuel to the raconteurs’ fire. And tonight, Georgie was hot with a new one:
You’ve all heard of the gunman Billy Jones no doubt (and so Georgie began). Billy Jones who knocked off five banks in the course of one week … Billy Jones who topped the most wanted list yet always slipped through the authorities’ fingers … Billy Jones of whom it was said even bullets were too afraid to meet head on and as such ducked and dodged every which way around his person.
Of course you have.
Well, it was late that night in December. It was Christmas Eve, in fact, when in through those very doors, those old wooden doors the color of scotch, who walks into the Hog’s Head but none other than Billy Jones himself.
Beautiful! I loved it!
Loved it! Never expected the ending and that is only part of the reason. I liked the subtle and entwined descriptions of the characters.
Nice story. Loved the narration.
I thoroughly enjoyed the story. I did not see the twist coming but it was really satisfactory and a different end to the tale.
A great story! Captivating narration, and I loved the twist at the end. Perfect!