#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 would [...]
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