I Explode Things.
A large pile of rifles spilled at his feet. Behind and to the right, several boxes originally reading “Vasićka” had been scratched out and relabeled, “granada.” He pulled off one of the lids. “Bombs.” The box was filled with handheld bombs. He’d heard of these, explosives with a fuse or that detonated on contact. He … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 12
“¡Maria! ¡No, Maria!” A woman’s wailing echoed off the adobe walls. He inched closer to the body he’d just shot, now slumped on the ground. He kicked the head out of the shadows. It listed into the sliver of moonlight in the narrow alley. McCutchen made out the shape of a woman’s face, a woman’s … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 11
With his momentum carrying him toward the vaqueros, McCutchen focused on the first among them to respond and squeezed the trigger. The cylinder rolled, the hammer fell, gunpowder ignited and a singular hole appeared in his forehead. Again, McCutchen squeezed the trigger. Fire lit the end of his barrel. A second man fell with a … Read more Reefer Ranger: part 10