Half Cocked — Backwoods Station — a sci fi action adventure

HALF COCKED — BACKWOODS STATION

“Sterling, you want to come on in here?”

Shit, he wondered. What the hell did I do now?

He ignored Madge from the desk by the door, her sniff of disdain and displeasure bouncing off the only wooden walls in Backwoods Station.

His worn boots made clip clopping sounds as he marched along the plank flooring like a man headed to an ass chewing.

“Know what I did?” he whispered out of the side of his mouth to Dominique at her simple board desk.

She pursed her beautiful full lips and shook her head, eyes glinting with a hint of mischief.

“I have no idea,” she practically purred.

“You’re taking too much pleasure in this,” he kept walking.

“Don’t I know it,” she kept her voice low as she called after him.

In a normal Galactic Marshal office, the Chief Marshal has a separate office partitioned off by soundproof glass, so that during said ass chewing’s, others in the office could watch but not hear.

In Pete’s case, the continued burning of the Fenix office in Backwoods Station had rendered such novelties excessive.