It may be frowned upon to use preexisting characters in a Friday Fictioneers, but if you want to know more about our adventurers, feel free to check out The Ungrateful Dead, Stings, and Vegas is the Meanest Town.
photo by David Stewart
Evie perched on the rusted metal skeletal remains of the sign, trying to see through the fog. Owen was several feet away, checking and re-checking his guns.
“They’re not coming,” he said, running his hands over the painted handle of his machete.
“They said they would be here,” Evie hugged her knees to her chest, glaring at the steely gray sky.
The rumble of an engine broke the chilly silence as the little Cessna 206 dropped out of the clouds. She stood to wave, losing her balance. Owen’s hands caught her easily. She pulled away as the plane began to circle.