Ten Sentences A Day Keep My Teacher Away: 2

Everyone called him Mr. Faust, despite his mayoral status. He was like a general in plain soldier's clothing on the battlefield, free of decoration and notoriety, safe to lead the faces in his crowd. James was happy to follow that habit because he'd never lower himself to acknowledging his higher ranking. He'd known by meeting Faust's eyes that he was aware of his rightful place under James' boot. The fear told him all.

 Faust couldn't conceal that he'd spotted James in the town marketplace that morning. The brief falter of his expression was enough to tell even the townswoman he spoke with that something was the matter. He wished her well before departing for home. He knew very well that, while leaving to flee again was his only chance, this chance was not in his townspeople's cards.

James pursued him on foot, not caring what level of crud or disease he stepped on, for none could be so loathsome underneath his foot as his beetle escaping through a rubber crack.