THE WIND HAS ITS OWN FREEDOM_Chapter Three_ The Girl With Silver Eyes

 

"When Ortzi put madness in the wind and loosed the bridle on the lightning, He called it Woman." 

- Ancient Basque proverb

For a woman holding a gun on a man, the blonde didn't seem to recognize Lucas. But then, she had only seen him the one time.

But Lucas recognized her. Moira wore sexuality like some women wore expensive perfume.

The barrel of the gun was rock-steady, and to unbalance her, Lucas said,

"Is this the Bureau of Indian Affairs?"

"Huh? Funny man, aren't you? Though you do look Indian."

"Half-Basque actually."

Lucas made a show of looking at his wristwatch. 

"As in half-Basque Two. Speaking of which, isn't this after hours even for a workhorse like DeMille?"

Recognition widened her azure eyes, 

"Hey, I know you! You're the numb-nuts who thought giving DeMille that tiny working model of a guillotine would make up for not being in the prop makers union."

Lucas shrugged. "It was worth a shot."

"You disappeared on us. What happened?"

"I got drafted."

"There's a lot of that going around ... dying, too."

Moira pulled back the hammer. "What brings you back at this hour?"

Lucas didn't have to ask her that question: her left fist was filled with the petty cash from the open safe behind her.

"This was the last place a fellow draftee, Lt. Eileen  Henderson, was seen alive."

"Aw. don't tell me: you were in love with the broad."

"I am incapable of love."

"You and every other man I've ever met. At least you're honest about it."

"My memory's too bad to lie."

Her gun steadied on his chest, "You ever not a smartass?"

"Sometimes I sleep."

Her eyes narrowed. She leaned towards Lucas with a curious malice that carried with it an undercurrent of sexual heat.

Lucas reminded himself that an affair that starts with a woman pointing a gun at you always ended badly.

"You know what's going to happen to you?," sneered Moira.  "You'll grow old and run out of yourself. That will be justice."

"No, I'll die first, and that will be mercy."