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by AlabamAlum » Sat Feb 07, 2015 12:36 am
Everton looked at Billy and issued a crooked smile. Billy nervously snapped and unsnapped his empty holster's strap.
"You plan to shoot me, then don't waste my time," Billy growled.
"No, I won't shoot you, Billy, it's all just a bad dream. A nightmare."
The shot made Everton's ears ring. Disoriented, he looked at the chunk missing from Billy's head and sighed. Nerves and a hair trigger killed Billy. But it didn't matter. Nothing mattered. The night just got longer, and he knew Frenchie would be coming for him.
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Yes, I still miss Coach Bryant.