“Get the gun outta my face!”
“I said gimme your boots man…”
His hair was soaked with sweat. One eye was almost swollen shut. The cuffs of his jeans were damp. There was a ragged hole at his thigh with a ring of crimson soaking into the material and trailing down his leg. His feet were scratched and raw at the soles. The pinky toe on his left foot was missing the nail.
“Listen, I don’t want any trouble.”
The man steadied the revolver and pulled the hammer back, “Take ‘em off and walk away, won’t be no trouble.”
Written in response to Carrot Ranch Communication’s January 18, 2018 Flash Fiction Writing Challenge prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes boots.