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Helping Hands
by Pirate Turner
Clattering sounded from the saloon's kitchen followed by an explosive torrent of Spanish. Ezra grimaced at the brutality of the words. He walked over and peered into the kitchen. Inez stood, looking as though she was torn between crying and exploding further, gazing down at a broken dish.
Quietly Ezra took the broom and dustpan and picked up the pieces. After disposing of them, he took Inez by the hand and led her to sit down in a chair. She sighed, then moaned when he began to massage her shoulders. Ezra's smile lit the darkness that threatened to engulf her.
The End