The Diamond King – Excerpt 11
Goldstein was a big stocky man, who reputedly kept a sawn off shotgun behind the bar, I don’t know the truth of that but I knew he is handy with a knife. I would like to use mine on him and make him squeal like the treacherous pig that he is.
My friend, or should I say the man that I believed to be my friend, things can change rapidly when you are out of sight. Maartens was as I expected, at his usual table, probably gambling away my mine, if he had not already done so.
I tapped him on the shoulder and said, ‘Hello Maartens!’ he half-turned in his chair and when he realised it was me, he started to tremble, ‘Don’t you recognise an old friend, have I changed so much?’ I said.
‘It was such a shock seeing you, we had heard that you were dead, killed by the British.’ ‘I can’t say that they didn’t try, I had a couple of close calls but here I am, still alive and kicking, how is Hetty?’
At the mention of her name, he turned a shade paler and looked decidedly uncomfortable. ‘Have you had no news from here, all of the time that you have been away?’ He asked.
‘No! not a word, why what has happened have you gambled my gold away?’ ‘The mine has run dry, but it’s not that, Pastor de Vries is dead, and Hetty is my wife.’ He stated. The look on his face spoke volumes, he looked absolutely terrified, did he think I would kill him?
(C) Damian Grange 2019