Just then, the silence was broken by a police siren.A few moments later, a car roared up the driveway and slammed to a stop, leaving a cloud of dust flying everywhere.The Sheriff got out of his vehicle with one hand on his holster as he took in the scene in front of him.
He saw the broken glass and could smell the scent of gasoline in the air.He saw the ragtag group of people coming out from around the back of the RV.
One of the younger men was limping with spots of burn marks on his jeans and
Emma was still crying, her hand dripping with blood.
“Just what the hell is going on here?”The Sheriff growled.
The Clubhouse front door opened slowly and Asa came out to stand on the front porch.
Mad Dog and Cheyenne came to stand behind the president.Cheyenne still carried her rifle.
The Sheriff asked them, “I got a call of shots fired, Asa.What happened here?”
Asa crossed his arms over his chest and glared back at the lawman.“These people came to my gate this morning and decided that they wanted their fair share of the old pirate’s treasure.And they didn’t really care if they had to burn the place down to get it.”He motioned at Chester and said, “That damn fool fired up a cocktail and threw it over the gate, but lucky for us, Cheyenne’s a good shot.The cocktail exploded in his damn hand and she made sure he couldn’t throw another one.Then a woman came out from behind the RV and held up the lighter over the puddle of gas and was gonna drop it right into the gas.Cheyenne stopped her.”He paused then told the Sheriff, “Then the old coot came out and was telling Miss Amy that he wanted the treasure for himself and that she couldn’t hoard it all and it was time to hand it over.”
The Sheriff turned back to the group to observe the truth of Asa’s words and shook his head.“You people are crazy.He got on his mic and asked for a wagon to be sent up to the clubhouse.
“We haven’t done anything wrong here,” Simon blustered.“We just came to talk to my aunt, that’s all.”
The Sheriff motioned at the burnt area and the broken bottles, “And you don’t think using force is inappropriate?”
Simon shrugged.“That wasn’t all of us.My nephew and my daughter did all that.”
“Dad,” Emma exclaimed and glowered at her father as he calmly blamed them in front of the law.
Simon turned his head and glared right back.Then he turned to the sheriff and said, “My daughter needs a doctor.She lost a fingertip from that young woman’s reckless shooting.I think you should arrest her as well.She put lives on the line when she started shooting.”
The Sheriff just raised an eyebrow at this load of crap.“That young woman was protecting her home.They deemed you and the others as a threat to their home.”
Simon sneered at the lawman.“We came here to talk to my aunt and we weren’t going to take no for an answer.We felt we had no choice but to push the situation as far as we had to make her listen.”
“There were several other ways you could have approached this,” the Sheriff explained.“One: you could have gotten a lawyer to represent you in this action.Two: you go to court, where you could have gotten a judge involved.Or number three: you could have come to my office and had me come up here with you.But you chose violence instead.”
The group went quiet.
