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Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
A Friendly Visit
Chapter 5 Page 14
Alms for the Dying; Collected Short Stories: 1991-1992
A Friendly Visit
Chapter 5 Page 14
"And who taught you to shoot, bonehead? I did, that's who." Ron chambered a round, expertly cocking the lever and snapping it shut. It made a good, wholesome sound in the night. It was a sound of security; of power over death, immortality almost.
Mike gave in, but strapped on his own huge knife. From the bed of his mangled truck, he retrieved a thick billy club. It was a half-bat filled with lead, and one blow with it would crush a man's skull to a bloody ruin. Satisfied, Mike grunted, "Let's go, amigo."
They started across the pasture, weeds whispering at their knees. The two men were framed in black by the shadowed tree line just ahead, which was highlighted in reds and oranges from a strange light glowing just beyond the ridge. Following a well used cattle trail, they fought their way through the tangled thicket and across a dry rill of a creek. On the other side, the two men found themselves climbing a low hilltop to overlook a shallow valley. The valley was filled with light and the swaying shadows of a few scrubby trees. Something else was there, also, something neither of the men had seen before.
"Wow," whispered Mike, "This can't be happening."
"It is. Now, shut up!" returned Ron savagely. "They ain't seen us yet, so we'll just sneak out of here and run like Hell for the nearest farm."
Mike gave in, but strapped on his own huge knife. From the bed of his mangled truck, he retrieved a thick billy club. It was a half-bat filled with lead, and one blow with it would crush a man's skull to a bloody ruin. Satisfied, Mike grunted, "Let's go, amigo."
They started across the pasture, weeds whispering at their knees. The two men were framed in black by the shadowed tree line just ahead, which was highlighted in reds and oranges from a strange light glowing just beyond the ridge. Following a well used cattle trail, they fought their way through the tangled thicket and across a dry rill of a creek. On the other side, the two men found themselves climbing a low hilltop to overlook a shallow valley. The valley was filled with light and the swaying shadows of a few scrubby trees. Something else was there, also, something neither of the men had seen before.
"Wow," whispered Mike, "This can't be happening."
"It is. Now, shut up!" returned Ron savagely. "They ain't seen us yet, so we'll just sneak out of here and run like Hell for the nearest farm."
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