Standing On The Line
Copyright © 2013 by Emma Jay
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“The lady over there sent this to you.” The bartender slid a dripping bottle of beer in front of Deacon Granger, and motioned to the blonde sitting at the end of the bar.
The woman—pretty in a trying-too-hard way—craned her head and waved at him. Deacon hesitated. He was used to people buying him drinks. Often it was because he was a hot shot firefighter, a fact broadcast by the T-shirt he wore with the Blackwolf Hot Shot emblem on the back. People in remote areas like the small town of Purity, California, appreciated the hard work he and his crew did.