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The Demon's Tale : The Santa Stalker	By : AlfredKElliott Category: A through F > A Separate Peace Views: 1472 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The characters of A Separate Peace are property of John Knowles. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Texas; dawn. The sleepy town of Taylorville, Texas was just starting to come alive. The town looked like a step back in time. Tumble weeds rolled across Main Street. The loose dirt blew in the brisk breeze that blew through town. Taylorville looked like you stepped back into the old West. This was one of the town's biggest tourist draws. To spend a day in a real town of the old west. The buildings were just as they were in the eighteen hundreds. Wooden sidewalks, horse hitches and water troughs were lined up in front of each building.
A tall dark stranger stood behind the swinging doors of the Taylorville Hotel. He watched as the youngest, newest deputy of the Taylorville Sheriff's Office, was chosen to walk the quiet streets. The tall dark stranger stepped through the doors. His silver spurs rangon the wooden sidewalk. He looked at the sky changing from night into morning.
Taylorville is located just south of the New Mexico State line. People from Fort Bliss pass through this town everyday. The stranger looked toward the only odd building the town had. The builders tried to keep with the theme of the town when they built the bank. The bank was designed to look like an old mission. The only thing that stood out, was the dark glass that was used for the many large windows.
The young deputy jumped when the stranger lit a white tipped match with his thumb. The young deputy had his hand on his weapon. He noticed in the light of the flame, that the stranger had already drawn his weapon.
"Agent Whitehawk." The young man spoke, taking a breath. "You Indians are too damn quiet."
"Its Native Americans, Deputy Miller," Agent Whitehawk quietly replied. "and that because the whiteman is too busy stomping through anyplace they go, to actually hear anything."
Deputy Miller stepped onto the sidewalk. Agent Whitehawk had lit one of his signature, Cuban cigars. "Forgive my asking, Demon," Deputy Miller coughed took in the aroma of the cigar. "but, ain't those cigars suppose to be illegal?"
"Technically." Demon flashed a smirk. "Care for one?" Demon took one from the inner pocket of his trench coat.
"Thank you, my dad will love it." Deputy Miller noticed Demon looking at their bank. Miller had been at the meeting between Demon and the sheriff. He remembered reading the file Demon had on the men he was waiting for. "Do you really think the Baker's will come here?"
"I don't know."
"It would seem crazy for them to come to this little town."
"If you think about it, its the perfect place." Demon looked at Miller. "You've got a town with all of five deputies and one sheriff."
"Don't forget, we have several town's folks deputized also."
"And about thirty civillians, in a town where the wildest thing to ever happen, was the gunfight that took place over a hundred years ago. The Bakers live for what they do. They already killed two cops, and wounded hundreds more. This town is in direct line from their job in New Mexico. I can feel it, they'll be here."
Demon watched as the other businesses slowly began to open for the day. The blacksmith was starting the fire in his pit, getting ready to make horse shoes for the ranchers in the area. Demon watched as the General store began to ope its doors. Mr. Drucker and his wife were putting the things out side of the store. Two older men pulled up to the store in their aging pick-up trucks. Mr. Drucker set the table up outside of the store. The two men sat down at the table, setting up their chess board.
Demon walked over to the store. Demon could smell the coffee brewing inside. Demon looked at the chess pieces on the board. Mrs. Drucker brought coffee to the men. She paused, taking a deep breath of the crisp, clean air. She looked at the clear blue sky that was breaking through the last of the night sky.
"Still with us Mr. Whitehawk?" Mrs. Drucker asked
"Yes ma'am."
"Would you like a cup of coffee?"
"I'd love one, ma'am." Demon sat leaned against the post, watching the men start their game.
"I saw you on television last night, Commander." One of the men stated. "They had that case you worked in Dallas on Court TV."
"They did, huh? Thank you ma'am." Demon took the cup of coffee from Mrs. Drucker. "How bad was I, Chief?"
"They wouldn't show the part when you threw him in frontof that train."
Demon sat on the top step, leaning back against the post. "I did not throw Bryan Casey in front of that train." Demon shook his head, chuckling slightly. "I merely gave the man, a firm pat on the back. He lost his balance, and fell in front of that train. And, well, it wasn't like I could just jump down and get him. I mean seriously, there was a train coming." Demon flashed a smirk, winking at the two men.
"You know, it wasn't that long ago, when a cop could just take a man like that to some deserted back road, and just dump him in a swamp." The man Demon called Chief stated. The man's name was Robert Benson. Demon called him Chief, because he had been a Master Chief in the Navy during World War Two. "Now these guys whine and complain that the cuffs were too tight, and the cop ends up in jail."
"I know." Demon cleared his throat. "Everyone is so worried about the rights of the accused, they forget about the victim."
"That show said you cold-cocked Casey's lawyer."
Demon nodded. "The lawyer came right out and said that the ten year old girl his client raped, led him on, and was asking for it." Demon shrugged.
"Yeah, they said it took twenty Rangers to stop you from beating on that boy." Mr. Benson started to laugh. "They showed him sitting in a wheel chair, he had to tell his story by typing on a computer, with a pencil in his mouth."
Demon smiled, listening to the two old men laugh. "My brothers tell me, they're gonna write a book about me one day."
"They better hurry up and write it." Mr. Drucker said, sitting outside with the men. "The way Julie Blackwell keeps writing about you, she's about to beat them to it."
"Yeah, I've been reading her stuff." Demon hung his hat on his knee. "She's got a bright future ahead of her. She'd probably be the only one, I'd consider giving an interview to. Either her or her mother."
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