Prompts = Retire, Brush, Enquire
Ching Ching; my spurs rang pure as I approached the house.
Bang Bang; my fist pounded on the door.
“Black Bart! You in there? I wanna talk to ya.”
After a minute, a voice called out. “What you want with me?”
“You know why I’m here, Bart!”
“I’m retired, Sheriff. I don’t do that anymore.”
“Bart! I done made my enquires. You’re the best at what you do. I wanna hire you for a job.”
“My brushes and the law… I don’t like it.”
“Just the same, Bart! I want you to paint the jail. All black, like last time.”
