SF Drabble #23 “Good Fences”

I’ve been Sherriff for ten years. The treaty gives me a lot of authority, over humans and the locals, but the locals never make any trouble.

Well, almost never: they did raise a hell of a stink when one of the road building machines almost paved over their spawning grounds. I’ve never seen anything like it. Pieces of that thing all over town, two people kidnapped.

We got the hostages back, worked out a deal where they build the road for us. It’s a little more windy than we would like… but then, the peace and quiet is worth it.

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