The Last Hurrah of General Jackson

The General swallowed the lump in his throat. “Thanks, miss,” he said once his tongue started to work.

Carlotta reached into her pocket and pressed something into the General’s hand. “Here,” she said. “This is for protecting our stuff.”

When the veteran opened his fingers, he stared at three, fifty-dollar bills. He steadied himself against the wall to keep from falling. “Young woman, you’ve purchased lifetime property insurance. On my honor as a former soldier with the United States Army, I’ll guard your belongings from here to eternity.”

Arturo spat on the ground. “Crazy old man.”

Carlotta smacked his hand. “I trust him to keep his word. Stash the stuff and let’s go.”

The General crawled into his box to secure his fortune.

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