The Sheriff hauled Jimmy to the gallows to become acquainted with the hangman’s knot. You see, he tried to clean the table with a counterfeit full-house. Drunk on hooch, the poor kid wasn’t quite as sharp. He should have stayed with the corn whiskey and Miss Kitty’s lace bosom.
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The room is cold. A hospital cold that lives in the walls.
Detective Arnie Chalmers dropped his finished cigarette to the asphalt, ground it with his heel, and waited for his partner to catch up. “Ready, Steve?”
I hitched my knapsack up over one shoulder and got off the bus. The bright summer sun and dusty air assaulted my senses after the long ride. I’d gotten used ...
Special ornament If only I had duct tape She would never know
