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“You better run!” Scott roared.Teighlor raced toward the steps. She swung herself around the baluster as a half-drunk whiskey bottle exploded against the wall above her head raining glass and that pungent liquid down on her. She stopped and looked into the glazed over eyes of the pathetic excuse for a man as he swayed on his feet. She saw nothing left in them for her.“Go to hell,” she commanded through clenched teeth, then stormed up the steps and into the bedroom. She locked the door behind her, even though she knew he wasn’t coming after her again. Not after the last time, which, incidentall...
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I can’t believe we’re arguing over this. Really there is nothing better I can say. While I sat there I began thinking about all the time I had spent at this place. I began thinking back, back, to everyday that I had worked here in the last three years. Like the time making the rounds that I got within 20 feet of Ronson, my nose began itching. When I emptied the trash, I had to hold my nose in fact if he sat eating dinner again. The trash cans were ten feet from him, so sometimes I waited until he left the area. He smelled worse than the trash. Once when I asked a friend of his or perhaps acqu...
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“I remember the shooting… but even more… I remember the silence once the guns stopped,” Grimsby said. He paused and fixed an eye on his son, Grimsby Junior. “Does this speech sound like a barnburner or what?” The two men were in the side room to the stage, getting ready before the school assembly. Centering his tie knot, Junior grinned at their reflections in the full-length mirror. “Sounds great… go on.” Grimsby adjusted his service ribbon pin, newly transferred that morning from Fred’s old moth-eaten uniform that had hung in the back of the closet. His brother Fred was long gone and had no n...
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Houck, Arizona May 1892“You really think you’re going to get away with this?” Calvin Roach asks. “You’re not even wearing masks. I know who you are.”Lothar Hoke pokes his shotgun through the teller’s window. “Well, Cal, if you know it’s me, then you know I won’t hesitate to blow that spittoon you call a face off your shoulders.”“Give them the money, Calvin,” says Arthur Ashton, the bank president.Roach slowly puts the bank’s money in Lothar’s saddlebags. Roach is 5’ 2” but fearless, with a sharp tongue, and is intensely loyal to Ashton. Portly, with hangdog features and sallow skin, Ashton li...