#a53 :: Quail call
April 6, 2008
The sound gusted through him just before he staggered back and sat down hard in the marsh grass. A boom – probably a 12-gauge – arrived milliseconds after the shot caught him full in the chest and knocked him onto his heels. Funny, the delay. Kind of funny how that works. Who in god’s name […]
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