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The second driver had hesitated until he spotted his buddy flopping in the road like a fish tossed on shore. That seemed to clarify his predicament—the new directive being something about killing me. Each driver carried a Tommy Gun. One of them lay on the seat beside me while the other unleashed a torrent of … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.11

Slow and steady, I rolled up to the gate. As far as the guards knew, I had permission to be here. Right? But Lipscomb’s words about the hospital folk shooting first kept replaying in my mind. I hailed them before they had a chance. “Supplies! Got a wagon load for the hospital.” Irritated, the less … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.12

“Ten.” I squeezed the trigger smoothly. His steely look of anger fizzled as lead buried into the meat of his thigh, dropping him unevenly to the hospital floor, his pistol still in his belt. The deafening roar of my .45 flooded the tight confines, gratefully washing away the horrors for several seconds, replacing them with … Read more McCutchen’s Bones: p.13