Chapter 4, Part 1
The vest was made of a similar leather with the hidden pocket but sown between the liner and the leather was a series of small metal plates. The made the vest flexible but when struck the plating came together where the overlapped each other. The sheriff said, “Trip’s wife had this idea after hearing about your vest and reading her kids the stories about King Author.” Joleen wondered what kind of woman would marry Trip then she thought about the woman she saw when she first arrived. Or more importantly she thought about the children. All of them had a red tinge to their hair and his green eyes. she wanted to know more about them. How they met? What she saw in him? Do they have any problems with people asking inappropriate question? Joleen realized her curiosity would have to wait. It’s better to keep friends than answer questions. She tried the vest on and immediately realized a problem. It was tailored to fit her as a woman. Instead of deemphasizing her breasts it seems to draw attention to them. She looked like her mother.
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The gun saved her life but it also proved to be a burden. The trigger pull was heavy to the point of being harsh. Joleen had thought that adrenaline would help diminish the pull but it was her training that kept the gun on target. The design made it difficult to use as a single action revolver. She decided to go to the Colt Peacemaker. She has a two-shot derringer she will carry as a backup gun. She also didn’t like the attention the gun drew. It was the first of its kind in town and too many people wanted to see and hold it. She was more than a little tired telling people they can’t disarm her. It had been about two weeks since she was stabbed in the back. Her injury was healed to the point where she could take up her real job again. She hated being desk bound although it gave her the opportunity to read past reports as well as meet with people outside of her beat. She wasn’t sure when the areas or posts became beats but after Trip read some book about New York City everyone started saying beat.
Dressed in her new pseudo uniform including the new vest she walked her street and said hello to the people as they passed by. Life returned to normal. She noticed that many of the people on her beat were a little friendlier than before. She wouldn’t find out until about a month later that some of them had a bet on whether she would return or not. A store owner who witnessed her shootout won the bet. He had said that the person who made that shot with a knife in the back would never stop until they were dead. And maybe not even then. The vest felt heavy and tight. She wondered if this was just an overreaction to something that was a one in a million hit. She tried to think about anything other than tonight. She was going on a date. This was a bad idea.
It would be their official first date even though they had been unofficially dating since that first day when John brought her something for lunch and then joined in. Soon they were eating lunch every day together. They tried to keep it professional. No alcohol, basic lunch staples and not minding when Trip would join in. The alcohol part was easy because neither of them drink. When the lunches turned from friendly talk to staring into each other’s eyes they realized it would have to end. The lunches not the staring. There wasn’t anything in the handbook about dating. With Joleen being the first woman on the job she figured the subject just didn’t come up. She figured that much like her stepfather any men dating would be kept secret. Most of her life her stepfather Allen had a second marriage. One not legal or recognized. With a man named James. He lived with her mother and Allen and they all got along. Soon her thoughts went back to the date.
As Joleen walked she stopped at a dress shop. In the window was a white dress with little flower appliques. It was an adult version of the last dress she wore. The one covered in her brother’s blood. She had concluded that any man would have to take her as she was. She wouldn’t change for anyone. She liked slacks and the feel of a gun on her hip. She had no plans for children or the typical family life. It was all too early for all this talk. As she walked she thought about him. The hole that let her see him naked. His back and ass. The length of him. Back in her old home she knew some girls would go all weak at the knees for almost every man they saw. She had her crushes but none of them went past the basic smile and hello. It wasn’t until college and James. She did something with him that a proper young lady wouldn’t, but she wasn’t proper.
After searching all her belongings, she found a skirt and a blouse that went together. She put them on and stared in the mirror. It wasn’t her it was James’s girl. The one he used then pushed aside. She hoped his balls still ached. Even after nearly three weeks her hair was still drastically short. In the skirt and looking straight on she looked like a teenage girl. Her profile gave away her build and age. Outside of the uniform she looked like a woman. There was a knock at the door. She opened it and John came in. She saw her for the first time in a skirt. He didn’t know if he should say she looks nice or say he preferred her the other way. He also thought her skirt would look nice pulled on the floor. During his time watching over her he was there when they would change the bandages. Like a gentleman he turned his back. Like a man he realized he could see what was happening in the full-length mirror. He felt bad in seeing her naked backside. Not bad enough not to have done it again.
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