Best just leave him. “NNNnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn”
She gave a stunted gasp of refusal. I pulled his Remington shotgun up and out, wiping my fingers prints from it I then placed it in the dead mans hand. Out of state plates with settled dust on the bonnet; it looked like it has been here a few hours; maybe a bit more. “Urrrrrrrrrrrrrr, ohhhhhhhhhhh!” She gave a resonating holler like she was indeed an accomplished singer. “Please help.” She gasped as I neared. As I turned in 3 young men eyed me nervously as they got back into their supped up shit box. “Ohhhhhhhhhhh you bastard, how could you? Splut! He’d gone completely insane. “Little punks,” he said with an old Gaelic giggle,” but they got more than they hoped for today.”
I ignored his words.
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