The Last Hurrah of General Jackson

The next night, Arturo and Carlotta returned. After making himself presentable, the General approached the couple. “I have your stuff.”

Arturo pulled out a switchblade. Carlotta saw anger in the General’s eyes. “Put that away.”

Arturo persisted, aiming the sharp point at the General’s nose. “How do we know you didn’t take our stuff?”

“See for yourself,” the general said, leading them to where the jewelry was hidden.

Carlotta checked the burlap bag. “It’s all here.”

She slapped Arturo’s bottom. “This guy is honest.”

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