Billy La Bufanda 2 Novels & Stories

Tony growled, his face reddening. class="StyledElement___StyledDiv-sc-2e063k-0 fIRhWq slate-p" data-slate-node="element">Scarlett turned to Liam, hoping he would say something, but he was quiet, his eyes fixed on his meal, and she beathed out. "Uncle..."

When they finished painting pretty silver and gold designs on her nails, the elder woman handed her a fruit drink, then beckoned in a man with clothing cradled in his arms. “For you, milady, compliments of Lord Fallon,” he said, displaying his wares with a flourish. A midnight blue top similar to the red one she’d admired was draped over his arms. This one had short tulip sleeves and was embroidered with silver and gold and had a silver and crystal butterfly clasp. Her attendants “ooohed”. The man offered an apologetic bow. “We are very sorry the one you admired is not in your size, but we would be happy to have one made for you, or to offer you a look at our other inventory.”

“Looks like you’ve been practicing your draw. Maybe you’re ready for a stagecoach robbery?” Tyler's arm went slack, dangling at his side. A look of bewilderment crossed his face. “What are you on about, kid?" “Daniel, stop!” William shouted, his voice edged with urgency. “Get back here right now.” Daniel ignored him, scratching the back of his head with his middle finger. “Did you know Billy the kid?” He snapped his fingers like he had just thought of something. “Wait, did he give you that heater? No, wait, that's from the outsiders. What do cowboys call their revolvers? Pops?”

She stumbles back, chest heaving, and our eyes lock—blazing, unyielding. Then, without breaking eye contact, I reach for the scarf around my neck. Slowly, deliberately, I tug it off. Anna’s eyes flicker downward. And then—they widen in horror. She stumbles back as if she’s been struck, almost falling to the ground. I smirk, savouring every second of her reaction.

I looked up only to find Billy Evans, the big bully in our class standing in front of me a smirk on his face. "What have we got here?" Billy asked twirling the doll in his hand. I stood up from the ground, "Give it back Billy." "No, it's mine now!" Billy said tucking the doll in his arms. "No, it isn't!" I said looking at him in confusion, "It's mine!" "Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?" Billy sneered at me as he waved the doll in front of me but then the arm suddenly fell off, he broke it!