Still holding my gun, on unsteady legs, I walked to the back of the barn and emptied my gut, splashing my boots in the process. I heaved everything I had in me and then some. When I was done, I wiped my mouth with the sleeve of my coat. On that fiery-hot day, in the middle of nowhere, in a godforsaken patch of desert, I learned that it is not easy to kill a man. It’s not easy at all, even if the man needed killing.
Award Winning Author
ooh, you tease, you…
Sure enough.
Terrific.
Thanks. And thank Tiny for me.
He sends his love.
Hey, John. You gotta tell Tiny that it was just a one night fling. He’s gotta move on with his life. I have.
I think he has moved on. He has taken up with a vodka swilling writer of ill repute. No one we know though.
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You’ve been busy!
Yup.
You are a rascal. You keep throwing out tidbits to entice us more. I’m salivating wanting the entire book. When?
A “rascal” am I? No one wants this book out more the me. Fourteen months of research and writing. And now five months (and counting) of editing is enough to drive me to drink.
I hear you loud and clear. I just got my manuscript back from my beta readers. It’s back to doing some re-writes. Ain’t it fun. ?